The Perishable Heart
Chapter 1
I finished my Sunday night grocery shopping and ambled my way out the sliding
glass doors when something hit my peripheral vision. She was petite, with
shoulder-length, straight and shiny honey-blonde hair, pouty lips, and a sullen
demeanor. I wasn't quite sure of her age, but she was dressed rather
conservatively. She had the attributes of a sixteen year-old, but the style of a
late twenties professional woman. I was in a pickle. Should I continue toward
the parking lot with my perishables or turn around and get a second look at the
exquisite vision that had just caught my attention? I'd love to get a
confirmation. Was she really as lovely as she was at first glance? My male
thought process was in overdrive. I decided to turn around and follow her, to at
least get a look at her ass. It was the right decision, I decided, when I
finally took a long drink of her juicy bottom. It was a small package, but
filled out in all the right spots. She wore jeans, which surprised me since she
reeked of sophistication, but her sport jacket and pumps proved my first
assumption to be correct. God, how old was this beauty, I muttered to myself.
She seemed so youthful, yet beyond her years, simultaneously. This drove me
wild, and drove me on from aisle to aisle as the frozen food in my cart started
to drip, just like my poor starved cock.
I knew how ridiculous I must have seemed, following around a girl in the
supermarket that appeared to be half my age (I was nearly 40), but I couldn't
help myself. She was too beautiful to ignore, too delicious to resist. I
followed her to he liquor section as she picked up bottles of Absolut and apple
schnapps. I zeroed in on her small, alabaster hand wrapping around the neck of
the schnapps bottle and noticed the translucent pink polish on the tips of her
slim fingers. How sweet, I thought. And how delectable. I needed to see that
face again, I decided. At the frozen food aisle, I hit pay dirt. I got close
enough to smell her light scent, a girlish perfume pervaded my senses as I
finally committed her pretty face to memory. She had pale green eyes with a
button nose and after she put a frozen California Pizza Kitchen box in her cart,
I watched her apply another coat of pale pink lip gloss her to her sweet young
lips. I tried to hide my erection behind my wagon of melting ice cream and TV
dinners, but I was transfixed. That's when I realized that my jig was up. I had
been discovered.
"Hey, sweetie. I'm almost done here. I know you've been following me and I was
wondering if you wouldn't mind going through the checkout counter with my apple
martinis." I'm only 18 and I don't want any aggravation," she told me. I just
looked at her. "Whatsamatter? Cat got your tongue? Or is it a pussy... cat?" I
blushed and somehow stammered a response.
"Ummmmmmmmmm, sure, I can check your liquor out for you. If it's important," I
blurted out. "Ohhh, it's important," she answered. "But I'm little short. And
not just in height," she giggled. "Can you buy it for me... pleeeeeeeeease" she
implored. I turned even redder. But I could never turn this young girl down...
for anything. I knew right away that I'd cut off my right arm for her. It was
irrational, but true.
As we made our way to checkout counter number 6, side-by-side, me with my
melting wagon of perishables, and she with her wagon of liquor, frozen pizzas,
sushi, cosmetics, and hair care products, she came to a halt and looked a me
with sparkling, puppy dog eyes. They were moist emerald pools, and were
impossible to deny. She handed off her cart and I knew what she wanted. I bent
down to place her purchases on the check stand and proceeded to pay for them...
all of them. Surprisingly, it was over $100.00. Cosmetics are damn expensive, I
thought to myself. But she was worth it, I thought. What wouldn't I do for this
tiny beauty, I considered for a fleeting moment. Little did I know how low I
would go for her. Why, you may ask? I wish I knew. But the heart wants what the
heart wants. And my heart was palpitating for her right then and there.
After I debited my account for her, we walked toward the exit. "Thank you SOOOOO
much. You are WAY too kind. If there's any way I can repay my debt, just let me
know." she stated so innocently. I just looked at her with lust in my heart and
dirty thoughts in my mind.
"Ummmmm, wellll... IIIIII...." I somehow stammered. She giggled, the sweetest
giggled known to mankind. I nearly melted and had a hard-on so extreme that it
nearly broke my cockskin at the same time. I'd cut out my heart for this young
girl, I decided, without a doubt in my mind. I'd cut it out and hand it to her
on a silver platter. I looked deeply into her eyes for the first time that
night. She was nearly a foot shorter than me, yet it was obvious who was in
control. I might as well have been on my knees, for she was indeed the princess
and I was her vassal. She couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall, certainly no
more than 5'1" or 5'2". If she weighed more than a dollar, I'd have been
shocked. All I knew is that I'd been hard since I first saw her that fateful
night.
"I don't even know your name" she said. "Brandon. My name is Brandon," I managed
to stutter. "Nice to meet you, Brandon. I'm... well... that's for me to know and
you to find out," she teased.
With that, she turned on her heels and proceeded toward the parking lot. I could
do nothing but watch her small derriere sway to and fro as I felt the pressure
build in my loins. God, she was beautiful. Somehow, I managed to run, grocery
wagon in tow, and finally caught up to her at her car: a red Toyota Camry.
"Miss... ummmm. Ma'am, would it be to imprudent if I volunteered to load your
car for you?" I offered. "How sweet," she responded. "You go right ahead
honeybear, but I'm sorry, I don't have any tip money for you," she chirped.
I loaded her hatchback and opened the driver side door for her. "I could still
use your help when I get home. I have a long flight of stairs to climb and all
these packages will make it awfully hard," she said so innocently.
"I'd be privileged to carry your packages up for you, Miss." She just smiled and
started her engine. I quickly got in my car and followed her the eight blocks to
her house. It took four trips, but I finally brought all her packages
inside. "Thank you, Brandon. That was sweet of you. Would you do me a favor?" I
just looked at her dreamy green eyes. "Anything," I replied. "I'm glad you feel
that way. My car, as you might have surmised, is filthy. Since I have no cash on
hand, other than a few dollars to tip you, would you be a dear and wash it for
me?" I smiled and before the words came out of her mouth answered "of course!"
In a matter of minutes, she handed me the cleaning equipment and informed me
that she'd be taking a bath while I washed her car in the parking lot. My
groceries were melting while I hosed down her Toyota, but I was burning deep in
my loins as she was soaping up her sweet pale flesh.
An hour later, I was finished and promptly knocked on her door. She answered in
a pale cream bathrobe with her wet hair tied in a pink scrunchie. She was
gorgeous and smelled like flowers when she handed me a five dollar bill. "Ohhh, I
couldn't take that," I replied. "You sure?" she asked. "Yep, I just wanted to do
something nice for you," I told her. Her response was so charming, I thought
I'd gone to heaven. "Then let me make it up to you. What would you like more
than anything in this universe?" she queried. "What?" I asked kind of
shell-shocked. "You heard me. If you can ask anything of me, what would it be?"
I turned bright red and looked at the ground in front of her tiny bare feet.
"Welllll." I stammered. "Tell me," she said in a demanding tone. "I... I...
I..." I couldn't say it. "Tell me!" she demanded. "I want to kiss your feet," I
managed to gush. "Kiss my feet?" she answered. "Is that it?" "Well, kiss your
feet and suck your big toe" I told her shamefully. "My big toe?" All she could
do was laugh uproariously. "Of course you can kiss my feet and suck my big toe.
Go right ahead, Brandon," she said rather mockingly.
We were still at her doorstep, so I was a little embarrassed. "Well, go ahead.
This is your big chance. Do it, Brandon." I slowly got on my hand and knees as
she lifted her bare left foot to me and I covered it with kisses before finally
wrapping my parched lips around her pink-polished big toe. I sucked on it like I
was a condemned man and it was my final meal. My erection strained through my
pants as I sucked and sucked and sucked. When she had enough, she kicked my head
away. "If you want more, Brandon, you may return to our friendly neighborhood
supermarket next Sunday night. But beware, I won't be as kind as I was tonight.
I mean it. If you return, your life won't be the same. I dare say that if you
return, you'll be sorry."
With that, she slipped a five dollar bill down my pants and shut the door in my
face, leaving me there on her doorstep with a straining erection. Suddenly,
she opened the door and stuck her small delicate hand down my pants, lightly
brushing my hard, meaty cock and fishing out her money. "Sorry honeybear, but
I'll need this for the post office tomorrow," she informed me, then shut the
door in face once again. "By the way," she whispered though the door. "This
isn't my house. I'm housesitting for a friend. I still live at home with my
parents."
I still didn't learn her name and wondered if I had the nerve to return to the
store next Sunday night. If you're the mystery woman who met me at the
supermarket last Sunday night, please e-mail me at damselsthrall@yahoo.com. I
think I'm in love with you.
