Daphne

'Oh hey!' you say, a little shocked to see her. 'What a coincidence!'

Both of you happily walk around the car and meet in the middle. She hugs you, her massive breasts pushing against your chest. She seems to wear quite a thick jacket, but it's evidently not enough to hide her curves. Daphne is the most "free love" girl of the group. Not to say that she's a hippie or something. She just really, really liked sex. Or at least, so you heard. You've never actually hooked up with her yourself, even though she's actually really hot and she showed interest.

'Nice to see you!' Daphne says and kisses you on the cheeck. 'What are you doing here?'

'Getting some ****, for tonight. As are you I guess?' You point towards the store.

'You guessed right!' she says, giving you a wink. 'Wanna go together?'

Together you walk into the store and get a shopping cart, which you share. Walking through the grocery store you have some small talk, about nothing in particular. It's quite a big shop, and it takes a while for you to find the aisle where the **** is kept. You came to this store for it's extremely large collections of beers and you're pleased to find out that Daphne did too. She becomes enthusiastic the minute you walk into the aisle, telling you about her favourite belgian ales.

'Ohh, I love that one too!' you exclaim. 'I love a girl who loves their beers.'

'Oh wow, they have _this _here?' she says, smiling.

She bends down to get a special ale, but when she does, her outstretches ass touches your crotch. The touch of this amazing, curvy ass sends the blood towards your rocket as fast as light. She feels this too, and you are both equally shocked. But instead of getting up, Daphne stays like that, and moves her ass up and down the length of your cock.

You moan a little as she does this and look around frantically, to see if anyone around you has noticed. Nobody has, so you let her continue for a while. And then suddenly, an employee walks around the corner and Daphne quickly gets up again.

'Ahum, yeah, so I really like this one,' she says, acting like nothing has happened. Her cheeks are flushed red.

'Yeah, me too, shall we take a couple of those?'

More people now walk into the aisle, looking for **** too. So you both continue to pick all of the best belgian ales and a couple of crates of Heineken. When you're done, you walk out of the aisle.