Free Taste Me by Candi Silk Page B

couple days and
give him a tip…help him and his family out.”
    But why is my pulse beating so fast?
     

Chapter 2
     
    Once home, relatively dry, thanks to produce
guy, Kara started putting her groceries away, wondering which bag
he’d been so kind to catch and pack in her trunk. She wished she’d
gotten a better look at him. Well, maybe next time, she
thought.
    She’d put every item up, except one. The
double-wrapped item tucked neatly in the bag with the cereals. As
she pulled it from the grocery bag she couldn’t remember getting an
item with the long boxy feel. Ah! My spaghetti, but then she
remembered already shelving that. Oh, well.
    She unwrapped the boxed item with a
see-through cellophane window. She froze, staring, then dropped the
box on her granite counter. A note was taped to the side of the
box. The note read: Any woman buying as many LARGE cucumbers
each week as you, needs one of these. It’ll save you some money.
Enjoy!
    Every emotion known to her exploded into
chaos forming threats laced with expletives. “That bastard! The
perverted nerve of that son-of-a-bitch. That motherfucker! How dare
him? How can a respectable grocery store allow some deviate like
him to work for them? I’ll have his puny-ass job. I’ll get him
fired; that’s what I’ll do.” Then she thought, oh, god, no I won’t.
How am I gonna go in the store and tell them they should fire him
because he put an eight-inch dildo in my shopping bag? And how will
I explain his note? “He’s a sexual predator, a stalker, a crazy
rogue. I’ll call the police.” Oh, hell no, then my complaint will
probably be public record. “That devious bastard. How could he
intrude into my private life or doings? Damn him! How could this
have happened?”
    Her shoulders slumped, feeling trapped, the
butt of a sick joke or something. How long has the guy been working
there? So I have been watched, when I shop in that store. Him;
he’s the one who’s been watching me. She had to admit that she
bought regularly eight or more large cucumbers each week. A couple
for salads, and the rest…well, for other purposes of a private
nature. She wondered if the drug store “watched” how many condoms
she purchased to use with the cucumbers. Damn, she thought, isn’t
anything private anymore?
    After she’d vented, she stared at the boxed
dildo, then cautiously picked it up. Her pussy tingled, and she
felt herself getting wet. Finally she broke the seal on the box and
opened it, pulling out the long, thick, flesh-toned dildo, shaped
just like a man’s cock. A big cock. Her neatly manicured
fingers touched the length, then she grasped it with both hands,
the wide head sticking out. My god, this thing is big.
    The longer she held it, looking at it, the
wetter she got. Damn him! Kara was not used to losing
control, and somehow she felt produce guy had a grip on her. At
least all of this had made her pussy wet. She thought, if he has
this much control on me I wonder if he could make me come like a
crazy woman? But then that would mean he’d have to fuck me,
wouldn’t it, she thought. “Damn him. That ain’t gonna happen.”
    Her chaotic emotions cycled back through her
again. She felt hot anger, repulsion, resentment, insulted,
disgust, and then she broke out in laughter at the ridiculousness
of everything. She reached for her phone to call her best friend,
still laughing, knowing that she’d get a kick out of the whole
thing. But then she put her phone back, changing her mind.
     

Chapter 3

    The next morning was Friday and Kara had
taken a personal leave day from work. She’d been planning a little
shopping day for herself. After getting dressed in a pair of
designer jeans that hugged her curvy body and a white cotton blouse
that gave a nice outline to her smaller than average breasts, she
slipped on a pair of leather boots, since the weather called for
intermittent summer showers.
    She opted not to cook breakfast, but to stop
by her favorite coffee