5. The Grocery
One day in the summer holidays, I thought to surprise my parents with dinner until they got off work. So this morning, I started to check out recipes and decided to make pasta bolognese. It was many ingredients that were taken, so I had to act. Mom had left me some money, so I stuffed them in the pocket of my skirt and started my scooter. In addition to the short skirt, I had only a low-cut top, and I did not wear a bra. I was horny in the morning and had planned to skip the panties too, but luckily I put them on.
When I got some speed, the skirt wanted to blow up, so I had to sit and hold it with one hand. But when I had to switch gear, I had to keep both hands on the handlebars, and every time the skirt flew up. It happened once when I passed an old man, who was walking along the road. He stared at me and smiled. I smiled back and felt that I was horny again.
The next time my skirt went up was when a car overtook me, and I saw the man who was looking in the rearview mirror. I thought he could see a little bit and waited to hold down my skirt.
When I got to the grocery store, I saw the same car standing outside, and the driver was entering the store. He was casually dressed in a blue t-shirt and white pants.
After I parked the scooter and entered the shop, I could not see him. I went in with a trolley and picked up some tomatoes and other things before I came to the onions.
There, I met the man from the car, and he smiled at me, and I smiled back. He actually looked quite nice, and I had never seen him before. When I bent down and picked among the onions, I felt his eyes on my back that bulged. The skirt was short, so maybe he caught a glimpse of my panties, and that thought made me very horny. Then I went to the meat counter and stood long and hesitated and did not mince which I would take. I raised a packet and laid back, then I took the next, and laid back.
"Can´t you decide”, I heard an amused voice behind me.
It was the man from the car again who apparently followed me.
"I do not really know what mince I should have”, I said.
"What will you cook”, he wondered.
"Pasta bolognese”, I said.
"Oh, it's my favorite”, he said. ”Then you should have this.”
He picked up a package and gave me.
"Thank you”, I said and put it in the basket.
"Do you have any good recipes then”, he wondered.
"If it's good I do not know”, I said. ”I've never done it before.”
"Will you have guests”, he wondered.
"No. I was going to surprise my parents”, I said.
"I have my own recipe that I received a lot of praise”, he said. ”You can get it if you want.”
"That's nice”, I said. ”If it's not too complicated.”
"It's a little more advanced than usual”, he said.
"Then I do not know if I can do it”, I said. ”I'm not so used to cooking.”
"I could help you if you want”, he said. ”I have nothing to do, I'm here on vacation.”
"No, I can´t accept”, I said.
"Do you live in the direction you came from?”, he wondered.
"Yep”, I said.
"Do you know where Brotorpet is”, he wondered.
"I think so, it’s not so far from home”, I said.
"I rent it for a few weeks”, he said.
While we talked, I saw him glance down my neckline and it made me tingly.
I studied him and thought he was attractive. He had a little stomach, but otherwise, he seemed fresh. He was a few inches longer than me and had a few gray hairs at the temples. His eyes were warm and gray-blue.
"Good”, I said.
"If you stop there, you can get the recipe”, he said. ”Or you can come in, and we'll fix it together.”
"Yes, I do”, I said.
"If you are done shopping, you can follow me then”, he said.
"Ok, but my scooter does not go so fast”, I said.
"I drive slowly”, he said.
So we went to the checkout and paid, and when I came out he was already in the car. After I started the scooter, he drove slowly away, and I followed. The skirt went up occasionally, but I did not mind because I had been horny at the man in the car in the front.
After a while, he turned off to a small gravel road, and soon we arrived at a small red house that I have seen sometimes from the road. He parked, and I stood next to the scooter.
"What do you say”, he wondered. ”Will you take the recipe, or should I help you?”
"If you want to help me so, I'm grateful”, I said.
"Bring the goods in”, he said and opened the door.
It was a low ceiling when I came in, but it was cozy and the kitchen was modern. He took my bag and placed it on the bench.
"I'm going to present myself”, he said. ”My name is Matti and I come from Västerås. I have rented this house to have a little peace and quiet on my vacation.”
He also told me that cooking was his hobby.
"My name is Nilla”, I said. ”I live a bit further away from my parents.”
"I did not know it was so cute girls in Småland”, he said.
"I'm not pretty”, I said, but smiled sweetly at him.
"You are the prettiest I've seen for a long time”, he said.
"Thanks”, I said.
"Especially when the skirt blew up”, he said and smiled broadly.
"Can believe that”, I said and laughed.
"Nah now we start to cook and not think about your legs because then I get strange”, he said and laughed.
I felt we had known each other for a long time, though we just met. He took out the recipe from a book, and we started. The first thing I did was drop tomato sauce on the skirt.
"Oops”, he said and wiped it off with a paper.
He went and got an apron.
"Give me the skirt”, he said. ”I know how to remove these stains.”
I hesitated a bit.
"I can close my eyes”, he said and smiled.
But I buttoned up and stepped out of my skirt and gave him. Luckily I took the panties, I thought.
Then he hung an apron around my neck and stood behind me and tied the straps. Here is a stranger behind me, and I stand in just my panties, I thought. But I was so horny and could feel that he checked in my ass with only the tiny panties. He disappeared with my skirt but was soon back.
Then we continued to cook, and I started to peel onions. Matti sang a song I never heard before, but he had a nice voice. My tears began to flow after I peeled for a while, and I dropped the onions on the floor several times. I made sure to bend down, so my ass pointed at him every time I picked up the onions, and when I glanced towards his crotch, I saw that there were bulging.
But finally, I was finished with the onion and would wipe the tears, but I forgot to wash my hands first, so it stung, and I cried. Immidgetly he washed my eyes with a wet towel so the water run down and my shirt got wet.
"Oh sorry”, he said. ”Now I soaked the whole you.”
"It was my fault”, I said. ”I'm so clumsy.”
"No, it happened to me as well”, he said. ”You can hang your shirt up to dry there if you want.”
He pointed to one of those towels sitting on the wall.
"But I wear no bra”, I said.
"I can close my eyes”, he said and smiled.
So I turned my back to him, lifted the apron, pulled the shirt, and then put the apron back. It barely covered my breasts, but what the hell, I thought, he could see little.
"Fancy”, he said when I turned around.