Shaving, shopping and...

I woke up early in the evening and slowly sat up. As I looked down between my legs, an idea struck me. I went into the shower and carefully shaved my sex completely. I used my hand mirror to check the results and giggled soft, while I didn't prefer to be shaven, I knew a lot of guys liked it. I plucked a stray hair and went to the bedroom. I dug in the drawer of my night stand and found the body oil I was looking for. Carefully I applied it to my bare snatch, rubbing it carefully over my folds and every bit around them. I moaned soft, it felt great. My fingers ended on my nub, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me. I lay back, spreading my legs while rubbing a little more oil onto my sex. I traced three fingers along my folds, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand. My hips began to gyrate as my arousal built rapidly. While this was great, I wanted more and reached into the drawer, fumbled around until I felt my trusty vibrator. I turned it on at a relatively low speed and dragged it between my folds while I moved a finger back onto my clit. As I rubbed my nub I slowly pushed the vibrator into my entrance, letting its tip send wonderful vibrations through my pelvic muscles before pushing it further into me. I started to make small thrusts into me with it and soon enough I was rocking my hips in delight and moaning loud. Within moments I came, shudders coursing from my hips up into my body, the waves of my climax overtaking me as my body jerked in pleasure. Then I fell limp and slowly dozed off with the hum of the vibrator in the background.

I woke up with a jolt a little later, the vibrator had slipped out of me and was still humming. I turned it off, then wiped it clean with my towel and put it back in the drawer. I also wiped the excessive oil from my sex along with some of my juices, then put on a pair of black cotton panties. I smoothed them over my sex and shuddered softly, it certainly felt differently, but definitely not in a bad way. I was hungry, so I dug into my fridge and cursed. I needed to buy groceries. I checked the time and was relieved to see it wasn't that late. I slipped on my black cotton skirt again, put on a black t-shirt bra, then a black top with a tiny laced rim and ditto spaghetti straps. I stepped into my flats and grabbed my purse then drove off to the 24-7.

The owner greeted me friendly -as he always did- and I wondered if the guy ever slept. No matter what time I came in to get something, he was always there. Or maybe he had an identical twin. I stacked two 6-packs of Sprunk on the counter, got some frozen dinners, some bread and a few other items. I checked out the magazines behind him and asked for the new issues of "Stars Talk", "Pussy Cat", "Lady Garden" and "Broad", which he promptly added to my pile of groceries. After I told him that was all I wanted, he rang up the items and placed them in bags. I paid and thanked him as he helped me carry the bags to my car. He went back inside saying cheerfully, "Until next time."

After I closed the trunk I heard a shout, "Hey! Wait!" I looked around and sighed as I saw the guy with the "Penetrators" tank from this morning rushing towards me from the Chihuahua Hot-dogs stand. He stopped in front of me, reached out towards my arm and I did a step back ending up against my car.
"Hey, did you get some action?" he asked with a wink.
I shrugged, "What's it to you?"
"Well, I'd..." he started as he stepped a little closer and placed his hand on my side. I sidled against my car away from him, I could smell **** on his breath. "No need to be scared, I just want to have some fun."
I shook my head, "What if I don't?"
He chuckled, "Oh, it's going to be like that? Am I not irresistible to you?"
"Ehm, no," I said. He wasn't looking bad, nor handsome, at least to me.
"Wow, brutally honest, I see," he said somewhat disappointed, "I can appreciate that." He placed his hand on my shoulder and caressed down over my arm, "Then let me be brutally honest with you, I'm going to fuck you." His eyes twinkled.
I frowned, "What if I don't want to?"
He chuckled, "You either going to want to or have to." He suddenly cupped my sex through my skirt, "It's your choice."
"Listen," I started a little angry while fumbling in my purse for my gun and trying to wiggle away from his hand, "If you want to fuck me so badly, it's going to cost you."
I was about to pull my gun out of my purse when he said, "Fine, fine, how much?"
"A hundred for a fuck," I said calmly, "but not right now, I need to go to work."
"Hmm, that's a pity," he said while he drove his middle finger between my closed thighs, pushing the fabric of my skirt over my sex along with it, causing an involuntary shudder, "I'd really like to have you now."
"How about tomorrow?" I offered.
He grunted, then said, "Okay, when and where?"
I thought for a moment, then said, "Yellow Jack Inn, 7pm."
He curled his middle finger then slowly withdrew, "Make sure you're wet and ready, I'm going to bang your brains out."
I couldn't help but chuckle then nodded, "See you then."
He stepped away from me, "Don't be late," he said and went into the store.

With a sigh of relief I straightened my skirt, then got into my car and stopped at the Chinese restaurant for some take-away before I drove home. I unloaded my groceries and put them away. While I was watching TV and ate my Chinese, I remembered to enter the 'appointment' into my phone, so I wouldn't forget and wake up on time from its alarm. CNT was showing The Underbelly of Paradise, which didn't really appeal to me, but nonetheless killed some time and apparently some criminals. After the show finished I did the dishes, did my make-up and went to work.