Farmer's market

I realized then that I was only a few blocks away from where they usually set up the farmer's market. Checking my phone, I saw that it's Saturday, and they normally have all of their stuff set up by now.

"I don't have anything better to do," I said to myself as I turned in that direction. "Besides, I might find something tasty."

Normally, I considered myself a pretty friendly person. I'd try to smile at people, even giving simple greetings if I happen to be close to them and make eye contact. Now, as I walked down the sidewalk, I just kept my eyes forward, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. It still felt really weird being naked around so many people.

After about 10 minutes of walking, I arrived at the entrance to the farmer's market. On first glance, it seemed to be pretty similar to what I remembered it being. The layout was almost identical. All around me, people from local businesses selling fresh produce or simple crafts.

One notable difference, though, was that where there used to be stalls selling clothes, now they were selling homemade sex toys. Dildos, plugs, gags, all that kind of stuff.

Now, I wouldn't consider myself a prude by any means. I'd had more than my fair share of sexual encounters in my life, and even had a few sex toys of my own. But seeing them displayed so openly and casually made me blush a deep red.

What the fuck happened last night? I thought as I walked past the table, forcing myself to look away. I wasn't here for that. Although, if they're still here next time...

I shook my head, trying to focus on why I'm really here. Food. I needed to get something in my stomach, if I was going to really figure this out.

Fortunately, this section seemed to be mostly unchanged. Save for the outfits the workers were wearing as they talked to customers.

Apples, carrots, grapes. All good stuff. And then I saw it. Cherries. My favorite fruit. Just the image made my stomach rumble, realizing I skipped breakfast when I ran out of my apartment this morning.

As I approached the table, though, I spotted the cute girl who normally worked this stand.

We'd shared friendly words in the past, whenever I'd come across her stand. I knew her name was Talia, and she was in her mid 20's like me.

Unfortunately, she was now completely naked in front of me, and I had to struggle to keep myself calm at the sight of someone so damn cute.

"Hey," she said, seeing me and leaning forward against the table that separated us. "See anything you like?"

I tried to keep my eyes between the cherries and her face, although I couldn't help but glance at her perky tits, thinking about the double entendre.

"Uh...yeah, can I get a pound of these, please?" I managed to ask, pointing down at the cherries.

Talia nodded and packaged it up. I snuck a peak at her ass as she did, but brought my eyes back up when she faced me again.

"Here you go," she said, holding the package out for me.

"Thanks," I smiled back, reaching out to take the package. "What do I owe you?"

However, she didn't let go. Instead, she kept her grip on the package and leaned in a bit, smirking.

"Well...I'd be willing to give you these for free. But you have to give me a kiss, first."