Looks like a nice pasta meal. Also, whipped cream.

Smiling at your girlfriend, you pull her into the pasta isle.

"Oooh.. Pasta, the energy meal.. I guess someone thinks they're in for a workout tonight, huh?" You smile and hug her from behind, grinding your dick into her ass. She reaches up and caresses your neck.

"I thought you said whatever I wanted today," you say teasingly. "You'll be lucky if I don't get that workout before dinner; maybe even while your cooking." Jess spins lightly out of your embrace.

"Think so?" she asks. "Maybe we'll need a pasta with lots of protein; keep your strength up." Even you can't resist.

"You'll get plenty of protein tonight, Jess." Jess rolls her eyes and then glances at your crotch.

"Be careful; I've heard of these women who get addicted to cum," she teases quietly. "You wouldn't want an addict on your hands, would you, John, unable to do anything without satisfying an irresistable craving?" She kisses you on the cheek and turns around grabbing a package of spaghetti.

"My world-famous spaghetti should give us both what we need for tonight," she says. You feel your heart beating faster as you allow your eyes to roam up and down Jess, from her beautifully toned (and tanned) legs to her short pants, and up to the cleavage you've **** her to display.

"Actually, I only need you," you say hungrily. "I could make a meal out of you tonight, Jess." Even Jess takes in a sharp breath, but she quickly regains her composure.

"Will you settle for dessert, stud?" Unprepared for the question you look at her, confused. She laughs and pulls you away from the pasta and towards the meat department. She grabs a pound of hamburger and, ignoring your joke about handling the meat, pulls you to the dairy section. She quickly finds a bottle of whipped cream and turns to you.

"I'll use this tonight," she says simply. "Your after dinner treat will be sweeter than usual." You grin in understanding and lean in to kiss Jess' lips. She lets you maul her mouth for a few moments, then gently pulls away.

"Easy, buddy. I guess I'll have to find some way to tide you over until dinner." She smiles as she slides her hand over your rock-hard cock.

"Or maybe I'll just fuck you after we get home."