Archive-name: Casual/erotammy.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Erotic Adventures of Tammy They were out of instant pudding mix. She shrugged her shoulders and began walking out of the store. But a cute hunk of a checker caught her eye at checkstand 4. She sauntered over, deftly snapping up a pack of Juicy Fruits out of the rack along the way. She gingerly placed the pack down on his conveyor belt and it inexorably rolled up to his waist. He looked up as she did and their eyes held each other just a little too long, self-consciously. He smiled at her and she felt a little embarassed. So she looked down and smiled, brushing the bangs out of her eyes as she looked up again. He turned his attention to the pack of Juicy Fruits. As he picked it up and swiped it across the barcode reader, she could see his rather muscular hand ever so gently squeezing the pack. She then pretended the totals display was the center of her attention by looking up at it, but she could care less how much the cost was. She could feel him pretending not to watch her, and her cheeks flushed red with that knowledge. As the numbers flashed on the display, she reached into the back pocket of her tight-fitting jeans and pulled out her coin purse. She then noticed that he was standing there absentmindedly gripping the pack with his thumb and forefinger of his right hand, moving it up and down the pack, smoothing out the slight crease he had put in it. She had become somewhat mezmerized by this motion he was making; he noticed her interest. She shook her head a little to snap herself out of it. As she handed over the coins and withdrew her hand, her fingernails brushed against the palm of his hand. This was partly accidental, partly her intention. His hand trembled a little with this exquisite sensation. He handed back her change and the receipt and made sure his fingertips brushed the inside of her upturned palm, too. Her face broke into a wide smile as he did this, and she bit her lower lip to try to hide her smile at this gesture. She turned to leave and just as abruptly turned back around holding the pack and said, "Do you want a stick?" At first, he wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly. Then he smiled and said, "Yeah, sure". There was no one else in line. At first she had problems starting the pull-tear that would uncap the pack. He noticed her difficulty and said, "Here, let me help." He reached over and held her hand holding the pack and used his other hand to start the tear-cord. She noticed his hand over hers was so much bigger than her own, but it was warm and soft. She had leaned over toward him during this operation, intently watching him pick at the tear-cord, and the ends of her soft hair were dancing on his forearm sending warm sensuous waves through his neck and shoulders. He could smell a wonderful fragrance around her, of clean soap and lilacs. He wondered what it would be like to nuzzle the back of her ear. He withdrew a stick and handed it to her. Then he took one for himself. At that moment, he realized that he was still holding her hand, and he let his fingertips "accidentally" glide down the back of her hand as his hand fell away. He popped the stick in his mouth and began chewing. She did the same. She stuffed the pack into the pocket of her jeans; he noticed how tight they were. She smiled and said thanks and out of shyness again started to walk away. He smiled and watched her as she left and said, "Come by again anytime you need help opening something up." --