Peggy goes shopping

Doc watched hungrily as Peggy went up on tiptoes, straining to reach the can of whipped cream high up on the top shelf. He watched her long legs tense, the muscles in her pert bottom flex, the fascinating shift of light and shade in her delicious peachy skin as she finally managed to snag what she was looking for.

He watched her browse the aisles of the general store, taking her time, picking through bananas and avocadoes, picking up a handful of ripe plums and squeezing them doubtfully. Golden hair cascading down over the muscles of her back, catching the sunlight as she moved, entirely **** of his hungry stare. Heavy, full, beautiful breasts, swaying and bouncing as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, lost in thought. Lovely pink nipples hardening as he watched, begging to be sucked.

But it was more than just each feature individually, of course. It was the whole gestalt of her nakedness, the grace and balance of her lovely and conspicuously undercovered female form. The lines of her body, every muscle from collarbone to toes working in harmony to produce a picture of exquisite beauty. All converging on that precious place between her legs, the neat and tidy triangle of golden hair that decorated the delicate folds of her pussy.

It came in and out of view as she walked, that luscious female flower which no erotica writer has ever found a really good way to describe. Luckily, Doc Topper wasn't reading about Peggy's pussy in a book. He was right there in person, and he could actually see it.

He watched her bend over to take a bottle of chocolate sauce from the lowest shelf, pick it up, look at it thoughtfully, then bend over again to put it back. His eyes roamed over her body, unchallenged, as she strode towards him, basket full of yummy dessert treats. She set it down on the counter in front of him and said "How much?"

"That'll be five dollars," said Doc Topper, hand slowly moving towards his camera. "No inflation here in Pinkwhistle."

"Great," said Peggy, and reached down to try and get her wallet out of her pocket. Her hand met bare skin, and she looked puzzled. Then her eyes went very wide.

"Smile," said Doc Topper. And the camera flashed.