Joanna Angel was a stud magnet. Former beauty queen, she had incredible green eyes and sandy blonde hair that seemed to float down to her shoulders. When she smiled, men could think of nothing but wanting to taste those lush, wet lips and explore the mouth behind her perfect white teeth.

Entering the Super Market, Joanna was preoccupied. Her divorce would be final in two days, and she was experiencing both the depression of failure as well as the exhilaration of freedom. She'd struggled with the shock when her husband had announced his intentions to divorce her. However, when she had interrupted him at the office the next day and found him with his manhood buried deeply inside a bent over Mandy Smith, daughter to a couple who were their friends, it served as a catharsis and every feeling of guilt or desire for reconciliation vanished. In exchange for not informing the police, Joanna received an extremely favorable settlement.

She needed to pick up a few items for a celebratory dinner she was having with her boss that evening. He had been kind to her these past ninety days, and though she had not allowed him to make love to her, she knew that day after tomorrow she would let him have her body. She had become increasingly aroused thinking about letting him ravage her.

As she browsed through the produce section daydreaming of vague sexual thoughts, her reverie was broken as a crash sounded behind her. Spinning, she saw a young man standing over a broken crate of fruit.

"Damn it, you stupid idiot" an older man yelled. He began berating the young man, offering choice depracations and insults. He was apparently the manager. He angrily stomped off.

Joanna felt sorry for the young man, and helped him in picking up the fruit. He quietly thanked her as she squatted on the floor reaching for the scattered peaches.

And then she became aware that the young man was no longer picking up the fruit. She looked up into his sky blue eyes and noticed that he was looking towards the floor. Looking down, she gasped for without thinking, she had exposed her panties to the man. Worse yet, in her daydreaming she had become aroused, and the sign of her arousal was evident in the wetness that made her panties almost transparent.

"Wow" the man whispered as Joanna prepared to stand up. But the raw sexual tone of his voice froze her. She studied his face, allowing his eyes to feast upon her panties between her spread thighs as she felt waves of sexual heat through her loins.

And then he looked into her eyes. "S-Sorry, Ma'am." he said as he blushed.

Softly, she whispered "That's all right." and she slowly stood. Picking up several last pieces of fruit, she said "Where do you want these". He was carrying the full case and looked around. "Well, I'll have to take them in the back."

Smiling, Joanna said "Lead on, then!"

As she followed the young man through the metal swinging doors, her eyes were fastened on his ass. What was WRONG with her, she thought. She was so horny, she was acting like a slut. She'd just put the fruit down and leave. Yeah, she would do that.

Through another set of doors into a quiet back area the young man led her. Setting the case on a table, he said "Thank You, Ma'am."

Joanna didn't say anything. She felt so horny she could hardly stand it. Could she really go through with the fantasy in her mind. Thoughts of leaving fled her mind.

"Do you have any yogurt?" she asked unexpectedly.

The young man stammered and then taking her over an aisle in the back walked into a cooler and came back with a container of strawberry yogurt.

"Here, consider it my Thank You for your help."

Joanna didn't say a word. She turned and walked to the door into the area and flicked the lock down.

Turning, she said "Did you know that yogurt is VERY good for a woman's skin?"

His eyes bugged out as the gorgeous woman unbuttoned her dress, and pulled it down to her waist. Turning, she said "Please unsnap my bra".

The young man swallowed nervously, but fumbled with her bra catch, making her smile. When her bra snapped open, she pulled it off and turned around, exposing her breasts to his eyes.

Laughing, she cupped and lifted her breasts saying "And don't you even THINK that these are fake!"

Opening the Yogurt she scooped out a dollop and put it on one nipple. She repeated the process and the man looked from one beautiful tit to the other.

"Now, I need some help. First, the yogurt must be massage into the flesh. Then it needs to be removed. usually the best way is to lick it off."

Joanna felt incredibly horny as she watched the young man reach forward. She groaned as he massaged her tender tits, and when he bent over and suckled it, she felt like crying out with joy. The feeling of the sticky yogurt helped intensify the lurid feeling of lust that were pounding through her. The action of sucking her breasts galvanized the young man.

Less than a minute later, Joanna had been stripped naked and laid flat on a large crate covered by a packing blanket. Her ankles were beside her head, her body bent double and the young mans enormous instrument was plowing her furrow, causing her to sob uncontrollably as his pistoning shaft stroked her deeply. His balls were banging between her bottom cheeks as she felt her orgasm wash over her.

With the vigor of youth, the young man continued to invade the wetness of her widespread body. His mouth covered her, and he kissed her deeply and wetly. What he lacked in technique, he was making up in enthusiasm.

Joanna couldn't remember when she'd felt to randy, nor when she'd felt so much like a female. Again, she felt the rush of orgasm rush over her as she groaned up into the mans mouth, his tongue ravaging inside her mouth.

She was beginning to feel out of control, a prisoner beneath the pounding man. She was moaning and groaning, her body aching from the pounding and the repeated orgasms.

Finally as her body once again began contracting tightly around his thrusting member, she heard him begin to grunt and she felt liquid warmth spreading inside her hotly sucking inner chamber.

They lay there for five minutes, their bodies wetly joined. Finally, he slid out of her and they quietly dressed. She kissed him and whispered "Next time you spill some groceries, give me a call."

Walking out of the store, Joanna could feel his sperm lewdly dripping down her thigh. She only smiled, knowing that she was not going to let her divorce cause her grief.

The End