Sunday Chase Pt. 02

*All characters are fictional. This is the second work in what I plan on turning into a series of the same characters. I have taken feedback and hope this story shows improvement as I look to excite you and improve on the mistakes of the first. As always any feedback is greatly appreciated and I want to thank you all that wish to take this journey of literature.

Sunday has rolled around again, and I find myself sitting in my car in the parking lot. The engine idles softly as I look at the entrance to the grocery store watching patrons enter and exit. I shake my head, thinking to myself "Why am I here again, why do you draw me here every single week?" I take a long deep breath, my chest filling with air, and I let out a long slow exhale, trying to steady my mind and nerves. My internal conversation continues "I know you have a man in your life, weeks I have seen you, adjusted my schedule, and yet receive nothing more than just subtle notices from you. Why? Why can't I get you out of my mind?"

My mind continues to race, but last week, everything changed, we finally exchanged a few words together. I remember the music to my ears that is your voice, the gentle laugh, the smile, the way your eyes lit up, and your subtle scent of vanilla, jasmine, and your natural scent. Every detail about you is replaying in my mind. How do I get your attention? How do I either quench this fire of need, or turn it into a similar inferno inside you? I take another deep breath, shaking my head as if to clear a fog that has settled over my mind. I do not want to be this way, so needlessly infatuated with you, so lost in wanting to know you, to experience you; and yet I cannot seem to shake the spell that you unknowingly cast over me.

I let out my breath, and with a shaky hand reach up turning off the engine. Pocketing my keys I exit my vehicle, ensuring the door is locked. With a slow but confident stroll I head to the entrance. Moving through the sliding front doors, the familiar sounds meet my ear, squeaky carts, soft chatter, and sounds of plastic. The familiar smells of the bakery meet my nostrils mixed with the subtle sweetness of fruit. I grab my shopping cart and begin to slowly make my way through the aisles. I cannot help but glance at my watch, my hand shaking with uncontrolled excitement, you should be here at any moment. Stopping at the endcap to an aisle, my eyes casually scan items and keep a discreet view of the entrance.

The doors slide open, and suddenly you are there. I cannot tell if it's the sunlight drifting in or my own imagination, but you have a soft aura of light around you. I watch as you grab your basket and admire your beauty, grace, and sensual appeal. The familiar man that accompanies you strolls in behind you, but for now I pay him no mind, instead focused on you. Unlike last week when you were dressed in casual torn jeans and a T-shirt, this week is even more exciting. I take in the black pleated skirt that comes just above your knees, the tight form fitting light blue tank top, and black sandals. Your hair, cascading down to your just below your shoulders moves with the promise of a soft silky feel. Your eyes, bright and welcoming, indicate the kind and friendly nature you must possess, your lips wearing that familiar soft tone. I take in a deep inhale to steady myself, before casting another glance your way, admiring the gentle curves of your body, the way the tank top reveals the subtle swell of your chest and view of cleavage. My eyes admire your legs, toned, smooth, and the quiet but bold attention they command from me. I see you pull out your shopping list from your purse and begin your walk towards the aisles.

I quickly shove my cart down an aisle, leaning against the shelves trying to collect my own thoughts and composure. I finally collect myself, tame my lust as much as I can, and begin to wander down the row I am in. I move slowly, knowing soon I will see you wander down one of the aisles I am in. The minutes tick by, my mind half on my own shopping, the other half consumed with you, stretching into what seems like an eternity. Finally, as I am a quarter way down, I see you finally catch up to the row I am in, my breath instantly catching in my chest. I move my cart forward, each step of my legs feel like they are full of concrete as I am acutely reminded of the effect and power you hold over me. My mind swims the small interaction from last week, and I want to build on that, gain more of your attention, questioning if you even recognize me from week to week. I watch you move closer in my direction, your eyes locked on the shelves, picking out an item from your list.

My jealousy flares as I see the man with you every week lean over your shoulder grabbing a box of pasta off the shelf placing it in the basket. I can't help but feel envious of him, him close to you, wishing it was me reaching over you, brushing against you. Our carts near, and as we pass you cast a glance my direction. The world melts away as you smile and lift your fingers off the handle of the cart, combined with your smile in a subtle gesture hello. My heart pounds in my chest ready to leap from my body. You noticed me, you recognized me, and offered the smallest gesture of acknowledgement. I smile, trying desperately to hide the flush of my cheeks from your simple act, instead offering the smallest nod in response, a silent but visible 'hello' back to you.

As I pass you, I take a deep breath, taking in the scent that is the familiar mix of vanilla, jasmine, and you. My head feels a surge of excitement at smelling you. I cast a quick glance back, getting a quick peek at your legs and butt. My mind immediately races with thoughts of you, images flash in my head of my hands running along your thighs. I imagine the feel of your smooth skin, of the heat of your body, imagining my hands sliding to the hem of your skirt, my fingers slipping just underneath. I can picture my lips meeting yours, pressing close to you as you slip your arms around my shoulders. I imagine the feel, the tender, wet, and sweet taste of your lips. My hands begin to slide up your legs, finding the soft feel of your butt, the edge of your lace panties delicate under my touch.

My imagination is interrupted as my cart hits a corner from my lack of attention. I take a deep breath; you are driving me wild with need and my mind is growing even more explicit in images of you. My cart wanders into the next aisle, and I see you round the opposite corner. I continue to watch you, the way you bite your lip when thinking, wishing it was my teeth nipping your bottom lip. I can only imagine the sound of a sigh escaping your lips, the feeling of wrapping my arms around your waist pulling you tightly to me. Aching to feel the warmth of you against me as my hands gently explore your curves and my lips exploring the passion that is building inside me.

As our carts move closer together, I watch as your companion wanders off, no doubt to find something on your list, but giving me the opportunity to speak to you without witness. I move a little quicker down the aisle to not waste this opportunity. As I near you, I see you glance my way and quickly mutter "Watch our carts this week, I don't think insurance would cover another accident." Your eyes light in response as a giggle escapes your lips, like music to my ears. My cheeks burn and blush as I see you respond. You whisper playfully, "These brakes are horrible but it's the skill of the driver that avoids collisions," your voice soft and soothing to me.

I steel my nerves extending my hand "I guess since I run into you every week, I should introduce myself. My name is Mark." You reach out, your nails freshly painted to match your top, the delicate intricacies of your slender fingers, the soft feel of your skin, all of it combine to send a shock of electric satisfaction through my entire body, starting at my hand and running through the rest of me. You smile returning your name and whisper "Its a pleasure meeting you." My hand holds yours lingering as long as possible, only letting go before it becomes uncomfortable and awkward.

This moment seems like a dream in my mind, this can't be real, can it? "I have to admit, I almost pushed my cart into yours just to run into you again." My eyes search yours, gauging your reaction. They seem to light up as a soft smile blossoms on your face. "But I couldn't risk injuring you with a head on collision" I finish. This causes a deeper laugh from you, a little more than the soft giggles I've witnessed.

Your words, soft but teasing "Well last week you did want to run into me, So I was ready for the possibility," make me smile and blush.

"I didn't think you would remember that; but I promise it wasn't threatening, just my general excitement." I take a deep breath, hoping my comment isn't too forward but rather, relays the genuine pleasure I have in seeing you.

Blushing you giggle "Excitement huh? It almost sounds like you were looking forward to seeing me?" Your comment paired with the slight excitement that creeps into your eyes makes my heart instantly pound in my chest, feeling like a drumbeat of a pulse in my ears.

"Well, perhaps you are a bright moment of my week, the perfect start to it. I just wish it wasn't a once-a-week occurrence." I meet your gaze smiling, despite my nerves, I'm positive that my eyes betray my true attraction and joy at seeing you.

You look down as the rosy color deepens on your cheek. You glance back up with the cute smile, the one that I could stare at all day. "Guess you will have to get your fill, and who knows, maybe we will run into each other somewhere else." Your words hang in the air, a small bit of silence that is laced with so many possibilities.

I clear my throat, an obvious indication I'm left speechless, that I want to speak but am caught at a loss of words. You grin, knowing this moment my silence speaks more about your effect on me than any words can express. You giggle "Well Mark, enjoy your shopping, and don't let me distract you from your list." You glance down laughing and point at the list in my hand, a small shake present, barely visible at my nervousness.

As you begin to push your cart I whisper "A very welcome distraction" my voice barely audible, yet you quite laugh and small shake of your head proof that you hear my comment.

I take another deep breath, full of elation and pride that I spoke to you, that I could see a spark of mutual attraction from you. My mind swims with fast moving images of us, starting with enjoying a quiet intimate lunch together, walking down a sidewalk holding hands laughing, a passionate embrace and kiss, deep affectionate gazing into each other's eyes. Each quick image runs through my mind like a slideshow repeating over and over. At the end a flash of passion, both of us locked in carnal pleasure, our naked flesh pressed together. The image of my lips hungrily exploring the tender expanse of your neck, my hands roaming over your curves, your legs wrapped around my waist as moans of pure ecstasy drifting from your lips. The image is fleeting, but intense, my mind consumed with the thought of us locked in raw primal passion. I feel my entire body shiver at the thought, my cock beginning to harden and strain against the zipper of my pants. I take a few moments to calm my emotions, to push the thoughts of my desires away and allow my arousal to fade.

As I enter the next aisle, I find you already halfway down heading towards me, your companion back at your side as you glance at the list together. He glances up, to see me staring, and narrows his eyes, no doubt in response to the scowl present on my face from my envy and jealousy. I can feel my brown furrowed and slight menacing curve of lips from anger. My mind screams at him internally "I hate you, I wish I was in your place, there is no way you can give her the worship and attention I can provide." I see him place his hand on your back encouraging you to continue moving. As you pass by me, I notice how he places himself between us as we pass. Oh, the aggressive intent that flares, wanting to just stick out my foot and trip him, push him away from you, but outside we move away from each other with no interaction.

The next aisle passes much the same as the previous, the obsession with you mixed with the anger and jealousy of him swirling inside me. We pass each other again, but as I stop to peek behind me, I glance down, admiring your body, my eyes lingering as the roam upwards along your body, visually committing to my memory the soft lines and muscles of your exposed legs. The way the skirt teases and leaves my imagination running wild with the secret's underneath. My brain pictures pulling your skirt up to let my hands explore your curves, your intimate parts. My eyes continue to ravage your body moving up along your waist and back, until I finally reach your shoulders, and realize you are looking back at me. I've been caught in the act, your eyes showing me you are witness to my roaming eyes.

What follows is surprising and unexpected as you bite your lower lip, your eyes take on a slightly teasing and lust filled look as you lean forward ever so slightly. Your skirt lifts just a little higher, giving sight to the upper visage of your thighs and the soft smooth skin. Can this be happening right now? Is this a daydream, a hallucination created in my head? But you smile, wink, mouth the words "Next week", then turn around pushing your cart towards the entrance. The smell of you lingers, the image of you smiling and laughing, the burning desire to explore every intimate moment and craving with you, the feel of your hand in mine, and the seductive sound of your voice all leave me awe struck.

I smile "Next week" escaping my lips low and hushed like a secret for myself. I continue the rest of my shopping feeling light on my feet, my heart racing, and excitement dripping from my every pore. Seven days from now will surely be even more exciting, and I cannot wait.