Chapter 2: Cassandra II

Cassandra suddenly bent over to adjust her stockings. When she stood up one of the loose straps of her dress fell off her shoulder and slid halfway down her arm, revealing her body. I had never seen a woman’s breast revealed in a public setting. I couldn’t help but stare. Her bra was completely sheer and displayed her perfectly formed bosom. She seemed oblivious to the fact her flesh was fully exposed before my eyes. It was glorious to behold, pendulous and full. I longed to cup it in my two hands, take the pretty plump nipple between my lips, shut my eyes and suck on it for the rest of my life. My lips parted and a pool of saliva formed at the back of my mouth. I knew she could see me staring, but I was unable to stop. One look at her voluptuous breast and I was obsessed. I swallowed before the drool literally escaped from the corner of my mouth.

“Would you like to practice, to see if they’re ripe and juicy enough for you?”

“What?”

“Would you like to practice on these?”

I couldn’t believe it. Was she offering her…?

“I’m sorry… I’m still not quite sure I…”

What happened next was the sexiest moment in my life. For a brief moment, this beautiful light brown haired woman transported me out of this drab suburb into some kind of exciting alternative sensual universe I never knew existed. In this grocery store in the middle of nowhere, situated between an Office Depot and a Wal-Mart, in a suburban town too boring to mention, Cassandra reached over, took the honeydew from my hands and set it back down on the top of the pile. Looking into my eyes, she took my hands and slipped them directly under her dress and over the cup of her bra. Once I had her flesh in my grasp, she let go of my hands and held her arms at her sides. Her soft breasts felt heavy in my hands. Over the silky material of her bra I fondled her, rubbing her swollen tender nipples with my thumbs. Cassandra’s lips parted at the contact and she tilted her head back.

Suddenly, I increased the pressure on Cassandra’s breasts, taking complete possession of them, claiming them as mine. Like a starving man, my fingers closed tightly around her flesh. She breathed in deeply and exhaled as I constricted her skin, fluttering her eyelids and shutting them. It aroused me to see how much she responded to being held so firmly in my grasp. The more I squeezed her flesh, the more the flesh of Cassandra’s pretty breasts seemed to melt into my palms. I looked in the mirror above the vegetables and watched myself in the reflection as I fondled her. She rested the side of her head against my shoulder.

“What’s your name?” she whispered.

“Charles Anderson,” I said.

“That’s a nice name. Are you finished squeezing the melons, Mr. Anderson?”

“Oh… Yes.”

I released my grip slightly, but didn’t let go of her breasts.

“I think you’d better let go now, Charles, you’re squeezing them so hard. We wouldn’t want to bruise the fruit in the store, would we?”

Coming back to my senses, I immediately slipped my hands out from under her dress. Cassandra opened her eyes. I looked around the grocery store to see if anyone had seen us. Luckily, we were still alone in the aisle. I exhaled; embarrassed I had lost control and touched her intimately in the middle of a public place.

“Excuse me. I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to… squeeze you… so hard… I don’t know what came over me. I hope I haven’t hurt you. I’m terribly sorry…”

Cassandra leaned forward and whispered in my ear as she adjusted the strap of her dress back over her shoulder. She left the top few buttons open on the front of the dress, keeping her bra exposed to my eyes.

“There’s no need to apologize, Charles. I think I… like it like that.”

“You do?” I whispered back.

She nodded.

“So how did they feel? Were they soft enough for you, Charles? Ripe?”

“Yes. They’re very soft and… ripe.”

She smiled at me in a sweet and feminine way.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?”

“It’s… complicated. But you can call me Cassandra. It’s the name I always wanted to be called. I remember playing games with my sister as a child and I always liked being called that name.”

“OK…”

A long moment passed while we stared at each other. After touching her so intimately, I wanted to get to know her and talk to her.

“So… you have a sister, Cassandra? Tell me about her,” I said.

Suddenly, she broke eye contact with me and looked down. I had somehow broken the magic of our moment together with my question.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going now, Charles,” she said.

She started walking away from me.

“What? You’re leaving? Wait, Cassandra.”

She stopped and looked flirtatiously over her shoulder at me once more, while nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yes?”

“If you’re not busy, I was wondering…”

“Yes, Charles? What were you wondering?”

“If you’re finished shopping, maybe we could have a coffee and talk. There’s a Starbucks around the corner.”

“Are you the one, Charles Anderson?”

“The one?”

“The one I’ve been waiting for? The lucky one?”

“What do you mean?”

“I think you are. Congratulations, Mr. Anderson. You won the prize.”

“The prize? What prize?”

“Me, Charles. You won me.”

“You?”

“Come on,” she said, holding out her hand to me.

As if in a dream, I took her hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To get coffee, silly. And talk. You won, but there are some basic rules you must agree to, in order to claim your prize. We’ll discuss it over something frothy. My treat. OK?”

“OK, Cassandra, but I insist on paying for the—”

“It’s my treat, OK?”

“OK…”