Supermarket

Sarah squeezed the melon and shook it. She thumped it with her finger nail and then sighed out loud. “How the Hell do you really know when the damned things are ripe?” she muttered to herself.

"Scratch the spot where the stem was and sniff it,” the male voice said.

Sarah turned around to see who was speaking to her. He was tall, a little over six feet she guessed, and was wearing jeans and a faded T-shirt with a picture of some random gravity on it. “Do you work here?” she asked the stranger. She had to look up, since she only stood a little over five feet tall, even with her two inch pumps.

He smiled down at her. “No, ma’am.” he answered easily. “I just know melons.” He took the one she was holding and scratched at it, holding it up to his nose and shook his head. “Smell that,” he handed it back to her and reached into the bin for another. While she sniffed the first melon, he scratched the new one and smiled. “That’s better.” He handed Sarah this one and took back the first, tossing it back with the others. “See the difference?” he looked at her expectantly.

Sarah smelled the second melon. “This one smells sweeter than the first.” She stated.

“Yep.” The man nodded. “That’s the smell of a ripe melon.”

Sarah set the melon in her shopping cart. “Well thank you for the lesson, mister?”

“John.” he told her. “My name is John.”

“Well thanks you very much for the lesson, John.” She smiled at him and was about to push her cart past him when she felt herself drawn to his eyes. They were blue. They were blue and deep, and as she looked into them, Sarah could almost feel herself falling into them. She stood motionless, staring into those eyes.

“You here alone?” John asked her. He looked at her left hand. “Your family ain’t with you today?”

Sarah found herself answering without thinking. “Yes, I’m here alone. My husband is out of town "

A smile slowly spread across John’s face. “And how long will they be out ?”

She found herself smiling back at him. “My husband left yesterday on a business trip with some of his colleague. He won’t be back for a week. My son ,Luke,will probably be home tonight" She felt herself getting warm, her face flushed as she spoke.

“And you’re already out cruising for men, huh?” his smile turned into a leer.

She quickly answered him. “Oh no! I would never cheat on Jim!” She was blushing as she spoke.

“You’re out cruising for men.” he repeated. Her face went slack, losing all expression.

“No,” she said again, weakly. “No I’m not.”

“You’re out cruising for men,” John said again forcefully, taking her chin in his hand. “And you’ve found one.”

Sarah looked into his eyes and slowly broke into a smile. “I am cruising for men.” She said in a low voice. “And I found you.” The smile turned wicked.

John released her chin. “What do you say we pick up some beer and head on over to your house?” He took the shopping cart from her, tossing the melon back into the bin. “We’ll get us some beer and you can show me those melons,” he pointed at her chest. Sarah nodded and kept smiling at him. “What kind of beer to do like, sarah?” he asked her.

“I don't like it,” she answered ""It tastes bitter and unhealthy"

John wrinkled up his nose at her. “From now on, sweetheart, you love Budweiser.”John thought for a while "in fact, that's the only thing in your fridge" He pushed the cart up to a display and picked up a case of the beer, placing it into the cart. He stacked another two on top of it. “That should hold us for today,” he told her as they headed toward the check out. When they got there, he stacked the beer on the conveyor. “Pay the man, babe.” he told her. She reached into her purse and took out her debit card. He watched as she punched in her pin number, committing it to memory. “I’ll hold that for you,” he said as he took the card from her and stuffed it into his pocket.

As she pushed the cart in the parking lot, John took the time to look her over. Not bad, he thought to himself. Looks to be about thirty something. Her body is quite slim and slender. Nice round ass and her tits look pretty good. He wondered how she would look in a tight leather miniskirt and halter top instead of the calf length dress she was wearing. “Guess we’ll just have to find out,” he chuckled to himself as they stopped behind the car. “Nice,” he told her.

She opened the back and she stacked the cases of beer inside. John got in the car. "You have a good body. Do you exercise often?"

She smiled up at him. "Not really, Just yoga on the weekends and a healthy lifestyle. That's why I don't drink and smoke. Although I like beer" ."Hmm that's good. Oh yeah" John smiled at another great idea