The supermarket was quite empty when Stanley arrived there. He liked to frequent the supermarkets, he went there to see the females who come to do their monthly grocery shopping. These were all filthy rich housewives. He wondered what they did all alone, at home, when their hard working husband's were busy at work, and they, themselves, were bored to death.
How did they satisfy themselves sexually, they seemed sex starved and he wished one of them would make his fantasies come true. But no luck so far.Today seemed a lucky day for him. There was no one in the cosmetics section except a girl of about his age.
It made him feel happy and excited. He felt his cock get hard. He pressed it towards himself and felt a relief. He felt really wicked and reckless. He entered into the section isle close enough for the girl to see him. She looked sexy.
He took out his erect cock and started stroking it slowly, as he half hid himself from her sight. He looked around to see if anyone was coming, or there was any of those cameras. No one was, no cameras visible.
He looked sideways at the girl who was making him so excited. Damn, she should look his way.The girl was reading the instructions on a can of some cosmetic product. She looked at the guy and wondered about what the guy was moving his hand along.
It looked like a can of something with plastic clip-on, dome -shaped cap. Only thing it was skin coloured. She looked again, 'Damn, was that his dong? How the hell did it fit into his pants?' She wondered.
She had never seen anything like that. She was curious. She pretended not to notice, he might stop. She read another label. And after a while she looked again, this time she was sure it was his dong. But this time it was hanging long and thin.
This made her nipples harden as it pressed against her bras. She hoped he did not notice, as she squeezed her breast. She was confused. She breathed heavily, and could not understand what she was feeling. She looked again.
This time she was surprised at what she saw. it was no longer long and thin. It was so small. it was the cutest thing she had ever seen. It looked like a miniature whisky bottle with its bottle neck, what must be his foreskin, facing downwards.
She couldn't help looking at his face. She really liked what she saw. After seeing his big hard dong, this looked so cute she wished she could play with it. She saw he was looking at her, she continued reading another label.
He quickly put his cock back into his pant and zipped up his pant. He looked at her. He moved closer, she pretended to read the label of the product she had in her hand. He looked at her and said 'Hi, how are you? What is your name? he began.
'Wanna have a good time? Today seems like a lovely day for us.' She did not say anything but continued to look busy reading. She felt nervous, her legs felt weak. 'Don't wanna talk to me sweetheart? I promise you I will give you a good time'. He said.
She looked towards him and smiled shyly, then let her eyes drift down towards the bulge in his pant. She did not care for the bulge she thought about the cute little thing she had seen. Was this guy a magician, what was he doing with his dong.
How was he changing it, so much, the way it looked?'What's your name baby?' He asked, extending his hand to shake her's. She did not offer her hand to shake, but made a namaste sign. ' It's the covid virus! Shirley.' she said. 'Sher Lee? and I am Surely.' he returned. 'Really, I like you. What is your name?' He asked again.
'Ha ha ha. Haven't you heard of the name Shirley? Like in Shirley Bassey, the lady singer that our parents used to listen to. The one with a very high pitched voice'. She said. 'Oh, Hi Shirley, I am Stanley. Nice to meet you, you look so beautiful.
Did you like my cock?' He asked. 'Cock? Is that what he calls his dong?' She thought to herself. 'No. Sorry to say so. But if you really want to know what I like. It is not that thing. I'd like to run my fingers along your chest.' She said.
'You mean it? You like my chest? I used to feel sorry for you females, you'll have nothing to like in us guys. While you'll females have so many wonderful things about yourselves. Smooth hairless skin, soft and squeezable boobs, lovely shapely bodies. Lovely hair to run my fingers through.' he said.
My! when I see you, I feel I am going crazy. Such a pretty and kissable face and lips. I feel like feeling your lips with mine. Can I? He stopped talking and looked into her eyes. There was silence. 'Wanna, go out with me Shirley? Please, accept? Please???' He pleaded with her.
She looked back into his eyes 'Ok, but I don't think I am interested in that thing of yours.' she said. 'Its ok babe, I wasn't really interested in fucking. Er, sorry , I mean in sex. I heard that you girls like that'. he said. 'Well, who are you getting your advise from? She asked.
'Because the type of girls who like that are much more matured than me.' she continued. 'Do you belong with them?' she inquired. 'No, no, no'. he said hurriedly. 'The guys I have been listening to are definitely more matured than me.' he agreed quickly. 'I have seen them buy condoms too.'
'I thought that they could give me the info I needed to know. Because the guys of my type talk about taking girls out, and that can be pretty expensive.' he admitted. 'I heard these guys talk of not spending a thing on their girls.' He said quickly afraid he may lose her even before he got her.
'Wanna go out with me? Say yes.' he continued. 'We can go to my friend's house, we can kiss and feel each other over there.' he said. 'No, I don't think I want to go there, your friends buy condoms and do things like that. Maybe we can go and sit on a bench in the local public garden.' she suggested.
'Many of my friends go there.' she added, Hoping he will not dump her. 'Ok, let's go to the garden, I feel so excited.' he agreed. They walked towards the garden. She felt nervous. She could imagine holding hands, being held tight, and being kissed on her lips. She felt so happy.
Yes, it was their lucky day. His hand hit her hand softly, he lifted her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. They felt heavenly, as they neared the garden gate. The gardener was there, he was looking at them knowingly as though he could read their minds. 'Shor ya chor?' he inquired jokingly.
'Shor.' offered Stanley. 'What is that?' asked Shirley confused. 'Shor is lover in hindi, chor is crook.' Stanley explained. 'I have never felt better, sorry I did that in the supermarket.' he apologize. 'Did what?' she asked still confused. 'Good you forgot that, I really thought you girls liked that. he said.
'Oh, you mean about showing me your dong?' she asked. 'Is that what you call it?' he asked. 'I like the way you say it, you sound so cute. Can you say it again?' he teased. 'Really, I like it when your dong is smallest, not when it is long and hanging, or hard like it was. she insisted. 'It looks so small and cute.' She confessed.
She looked longingly into his eyes, and hoped she could see it again. 'It is so adorable... I Wish he asks me to play with it' she thought to her self. At least she won't have to deal with the other versions.
I'm 57 years old, living in the Mumbai region. I'm interested in meeting a woman aged between 30 and 90.
