She meets a homeless man in the parking lot.

Candy slipped out of her car and started toward the store entrance when she heard a voice call out from behind her, over by the grassy edge of the parking lot.

"Hope yer havin' a good day there, Missy!" The voice was rough and slightly slurred, but as Candy turned her head, she couldn't see the speaker past all the parked cars. "You wouldn' happen ta have a couple spare dollas for a man in need, would ya?"

Candy turned back toward the voice, her heels clicking against the concrete and her soft melons jiggling in her low-cut top with every step. As she moved past the parked cars, she saw the voice came from an disheveled black man, leaning up against the base of a lamp post, with a worn cardboard sign, reading 'please help - food or money' in black marker, propped up against his leg. His clothes had obviously seen better days, looking worn and badly in need of a good washing. He wore a dirty baseball cap so she couldn't see his hair, but his unkempt beard had hints of grey in it. She looked over his unwashed state in concern as she stood over him, her purse in her hands.

"Thass a nice girl," the man said with a broad grin as she approached. "I knew you was a good lady, soon as I saw you gettin' outta that nice car a yours." In truth, he'd just wanted to get a closer look at the buxom blond in those tight shorts, but if she was willing to donate to his cause all the better! "You think you could spare little bit for a man down on his luck?"

"Oh.. I wish I had some cash on me," Candy admitted as she nibbled on her lip, upset that she had nothing to give the poor man. She squatted down next to him as she gave him a friendly smile. "But I suppose I could pick up some things for you in the store. Does that sound good?"

The man's eyes got wider as she squatted down next to him and those pale huge breasts hung so close to his face. "Y-yeah.. That'd be real good, Missy. Real good. Bless you, Ma'am." He tore his eyes away from her chest and looked to her smiling face, not wanting to scare her away with his ogling, though he would have given up a donation from her for a view of her backside as she squatted, with her white shorts stretched tight across her bubble butt.

"Do you want to meet me by the store doors when I'm done?" Candy noticed the man's eyes darting down from her face as he spoke and thought that he might be too embarrassed by his begging to look her in the eyes.

"Naw. They kicked me outta the parking lot cause they said I was botherin' customers, so I gotta stay out here. But I can meet ya out here when you come back to your car." His gaze moved to the golden cross dangling just over her tasty cleavage and he nodded toward it. "I can tell by yer pretty cross that yer a good woman, an' you ain't gonna forget 'bout me."

Candy smiled and touched her fingers to the cross before she nodded back to him. "Of course not! I'm going to take good care of you. Just you wait til I come back! I bring you enough that you'll feel stuffed by the time you've ate it all!" The blond stood up straight and turned back toward the store with a proud grin, happy that she'd be able to perform a good deed for the day.

As the homeless man watched her bubble butt bounce away from him, he slid a hand along his thigh, rubbing the thick swell that ran down his pant leg. 'Oh, an' I wish I could leave you feelin' stuffed, too, Missy. That I do..'