I could still feel his eyes on me as I rounded the corner into the produce section. From the moment he saw me, he couldn't look away. Every aisle I went down, I could feel the heat from his stare. With every swish of my thick thighs rubbing together, my ass swaying as I leaned on the cart just a bit - I felt the pull I was gaining over him. And while I may have played it up a little bit, there was only so much I could do, fresh from a workout in a T shirt and leggings, that wasn't just naturally me. I certainly knew his type; conventionally somewhat attractive, did pretty well in sports, lik… فراءة المزيد