Emma Little stood in line at the register. It was finally her turn and she deftly pulled armloads of clothing from her overflowing cart and dumped it on the belt. As the male cashier started on her order she already knew it would take him a bit to fully ring her order through. She didn't mind, despite her outward appearance of impatience, this was exactly what she wanted. Time to imagine. With a well-practiced look of 'resting bitch-face' She began to imagine the things the male cashier would do if he suddenly found himself in direct control of her body. The sheer audacity of this line of thinking began a start to the flood that was building in her loins. She shifted her stance and made a grimace. Outside she looked displeased at how long it was taking. Inwards, the damn was coming close to capacity.
"What would he do?" she wondered to herself. Emma didn't bother to consider where 'she' was in her fantasy, whether repressed inside her own mind or forced out of her body to who knows where, it didn't concern her. Would he go straight to grabbing her breasts, pawing and molesting them to the point of leaving them bruised and sore when she returned? The thought caused her to shift her stance and let out a low growl. How that thought got her going now. She badly wanted to leave the store and act out these primitive urges but kept from doing so with exception to the minor shifts in her stance as to neglect them made the feelings more intense. She imagined him in her home stripped naked as the day she was born going from room to room pleasuring himself regardless of discretion. At that point, she let out a displeasing sounded sigh. Along with her practiced 'resting bitch-face' she had made sure to train her moans to be... more socially 'acceptable'. She hadn't realized how well and engrained her self-training had been for these 'excursions' than when it ruined a relationship. When they were in the midst of a most carnal interplay she expressed her enjoyment by the very displeased sigh she now uttered. The action hurt her partner deeply and despite her best attempts to allay h8is worries he felt insulted by her actions in bed and left her. And so, after that, she resigned herself to forever be alone.
She next imagined the cashier to go rifling through her closet, trying on different articles of clothing, wearing clashing pieces that she would never consider even in her most inebriated states. wearing them backwards, some inside out. He would try on her heels and nearly brake he ankles on several attempts to walk before haphazardly tossing them all into pile leaving many of her expensive shoes scuffed and otherwise disorganized. At the thought of her shoes suffering neglect she would never expose them to she then thought of how he would most likely leave every article he tried on and abandoned on the floor. Wrinkled and carelessly trampled underfoot.
That last thought sent a quiver through her lower region as she let out another 'displeased' sigh. Her mind went back to her closet where she kept an electric dildo, still in its packaging. Her roommate from when she attended university had given it to her in effort to 'loosen her up'. Emma never used it, never even removed it from the box. She kept it only in fear of possible scandal that would surely arise from its discovery. So, she hid it away. Now that she remembered, she couldn't help but think of how the male cashier would use it. Using it on her poor feminine mound to the point she would be sore and walking with a limp for days when she finally returned. She then remembered she had a cucumber in the fridge and couldn't help but see in her minds eye all the lewd things her body's invader would do with it. This thought brought her dangerously to the very edge of her nerves when her thoughts were interrupted by the cashier.
Okay, miss, your total is $478.32"
The sudden emotional whiplash had her reeling but she was able to keep her composure and paid quickly and replaced her, now bagged, clothing back into the cart and left the store. The march back to her car where it was parked in a secluded part of the parking lot was exquisitely torture to her sensitivities. She quickly placed her purchases in the trunk and forced herself to walk her cart back to the nearest corral before finally returning to her car. On closing the door she let out a long drawn-out cry of satisfaction. She wiggled her hips and found she had come quite hard, and if it wasn't for her foresight of wearing a pad, she was sure there would have been quite the mess. Even with that precaution, she could feel some spilling.
This was a good day and she was sure to reward herself for her restraint when she returned home.
The End.
