Chapter 3: Shopping Day

Wednesday was my normal day for grocery shopping so after a quick shower after work, a fresh and casual change of clothes, I was ready to head out. I called up to Shaina to let her know I was leaving and instead of just hollering back, she came bounding down the stairs. It was what she was wearing that made my heart skip a beat.

I was starting to get used to seeing Shaina walk around the house naked over the previous couple of days. Seeing her with clothes on at all, let me know she was planning on coming with me, but what she had on wasn't something I would have chosen for her--not in a public place. She was wearing a mini skirt, but as she was bounding down the stairs, I could see she wasn't wearing anything underneath and even as her waist was eye level with me, the pleated hem of her skirt was barely long enough to conceal her.

The outfit was cute. She had on a cute fedora style hat with a pink band, a black tie (even though it was hanging in front of a pink cotton shirt, and even her purse matched the outfit, but her shirt was the biggest crux of my problem. It fit loose, dangling from her, ending low enough to conceal the very bottom of her fleshy mounds, and the shoulder straps of it cut down desperately far. There wasn't much to it. It was so sexy it scared me.

"Tell ya what," I said. "Throw on a bra and I won't say another word."

She was still standing on the landing and I was on the floor, so we were at eye level. "You won't say a word either way." She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. "A deals a deal. Not my fault you didn't leave yourself any leverage."

"Yeah but..."

She didn't wait for me to finish. She walked to the front door, grabbed my keys from the hook, and smiled at me. "I'm driving."

"Can you at least throw on the shirt you're carrying over your arm?"

"Yeah, if I get chilly. That's why I'm bringing it."

I followed her out the door. "Sweetie, seriously. People can see your nipples from a hundred feet away. You might as well not even wear a shirt."

"Now that would be hot, daddy. If you can keep them from arresting me, I'll take my top off. Would that make you happy?"

"Fuck no! That's not what I was going for."

We both got into my Escalade and she started it up. Her skirt was so short if we happened to get pulled over, I don't think there was any way she wouldn't get an indecent exposure charge. "Look," I said pointing at the hem of her skirt. "That pretty much leaves going out to eat out of the question."

She looked down at her lap and got a dreamy look in her eye. "No it doesn't. Now stop being overprotective. You've been behaving so well lately."

"Well, acting crazy in the house is one thing..."

She spun on me so fast I was surprised her head didn't keep spinning. "What we are doing is not crazy! Is it?"

"No, no. That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean?"

"I don't think people will understand. As a matter of fact, I know they won't."

"Well I don't give two fucks about those that don't understand. I am not going to change who I am—who I've always been, even though you wouldn't let me show it—because there are people out there who are terrified of my pussy. Now I thought I had gotten you to the point you were no longer afraid of my hippo. Is that the case? Or does she still scare you?"

"So is that what this is all about? You're trying to make some kind of point?"

She put the truck in gear and started to back out. "No, not really. For me it's more about the people who aren't afraid of my pussy, than it is about the people who are. I want to find more people like me. Or like us, if you're still with me."

"Of course, I'm still with you. This makes me a little nervous, that's all. I mean what if we get pulled over? I don't think there's any way for your skirt to cover you."

"If we get pulled over, we hope the cop isn't gay or a woman," she said with a smile. "I mean what straight cop would give me a ticket with my pussy staring him right in the face? Giomane's, right?"

She was asking if we were going to the smaller market in town. I usually shop there because I hate going to the bigger grocery chains. There are too many people in them, and I like the idea of supporting a private owner. The store wasn't as nice, but the owner still made sure the quality was there. He didn't have the money to make the place look pretty, which I didn't care about. "Yeah, of course. This must really be important to you. I normally can't beg you into going with me."

"That's because you insist on staring at every, fucking, label," she said and she said it the last three words with a dramatic pause. I couldn't help but laugh at my own obsessiveness, however. I knew she had a point, but I can't help it. Before I can even consider putting something into the basket, I feel this uncontrollable desire to know exactly what chemicals are in there.

"Well that is what they make those labels for."

"No they don't! The only reason they make those labels is because they have to. The government makes them do it. They don't want people to read them. You do it with every, single, one and for like two minutes on each! You want to talk about crazy! That's crazy."

"I know. I'll try to keep that to a minimum today," I said.

"I know you will. I plan on keeping you motivated this time."

"Huh?"

"My skirt. It's adjustable."

My eyes ran the course of her thighs, moving over to her skirt. It didn't look adjustable. "I don't get it."

"You will."

I was afraid she'd say something like that. If I was learning anything about this new version of Shaina, it was she was stubborn and when she got something in her head, there was no discussing it.

I pick Wednesday as our shopping day because the store is almost empty on Wednesdays. I don't know why, but for some reason less people seem to shop on that day than they do on others. This particular Wednesday was no different. There were people in the store, but not many and at first, everything went pretty good in the store. Of course, I had heeded her warning, subverting my aversion to reading every ingredient on every label, instead, tossing stuff into the cart. It wasn't easy for me. I had been doing it so long I couldn't help it. The number of different chemicals put into our food is baffling. Things like disodium phosphate, monosodium glutamate, aspartame, along with numerous other alarming ingredients. About twenty minutes into our shopping, I was proud of myself. The cart was almost half-full and I hadn't read a single label.

We were in the cereal aisle when my old habit crept back in. I picked up a box of Captain Crunch (even though I knew I wasn't going to buy it before I picked it up). I did notice the smile that crept onto my daughter's lips, but I had no conscious thought about what that smile meant. I'd all but forgotten about her threat. What I did know was that there was an oriental gentleman standing there shopping for cereal and he was looking mostly at the artificially flavored cereals. "Niacinamide, BHT, pyradoxine hydrochloride, and folic acid," I said. "I don't know if you know this, but if you want to keep your family from being slowly poisoned, you should try to avoid as many of these GMO's as you can."

"Uh, huh," he said, but the tone of his voice told me he could give two shits about what I said. I glanced over toward him, and I saw exactly why it was he'd prefer me to shut the fuck up. Shaina was leaned back against the shelf, one leg kicked slightly forward. At some point she had gotten a sucker (I'm assuming from her purse but it could have been from a shelf). She had the sucker in her mouth, holding it there with one hand, twirling it seductively against her lips. She occasionally pulled it away, but only slightly—licking around it, teasing, sliding it in slightly. The thumb of her other hand was hooked into the hem of her skirt and I saw what she meant by adjustable. The longer I stood there with the box of cereal in my hand, the further she slid her skirt down. I was as dumbfounded by what I saw as he was and I could only stand there and stare at my daughter as more and more of her hip was exposed. I could already see the valleys that ran down one side of her pelvis. She wasn't stopping. She smiled, looking the man right in the face as his eyes batted back and forth between the growing exposure below, to her taunting eyes, the eyes that invited him to keep looking—that it was perfectly okay for him to enjoy what he was seeing, and she was doing it for his pleasure. The top band of her skirt seemed to be gripping onto her waist as if it were a victim of a fall, desperately clinging onto a cliff, but losing the battle of survival. She slid it down further and there was no more than an inch before the point of no return. How far would Shaina go before she stopped? I knew the answer to that question without asking it. She would keep right on going until her hippo was in the open. She wanted me to keep that cereal in my hand. She wanted to show him her hippo.

I put the cereal back on the shelf and I did it just in time. If I had waited a second longer that poor guy would have gotten the lecture of his lifetime because as Shaina gave me a disappointed look, pulling the hem of her skirt back up, his wife and daughter walked around the corner of the aisle.

"There you are!" his wife said. "We've been looking for you for five minutes." She stopped and looked at Shaina. "Oh, hi there Shaina. So nice to see you again."

My eyes were drawn to the father's crotch by the movement I saw there. He had a box of Sugar Puffs in his hands and he was using it to cover his boner. "Um, this nice man was filling me in about GMO's ... weren't you?" he said. He sounded desperate. As if, he needed me to jump in and say something, but my tongue was tied. Not only had he been eyeing my daughter's display shamelessly, but I found out he knew her.

"Yeah. You really should consider buying a different kind of cereal," Shaina piped in. I swear she was trying to get him to move the box out of the way, and I knew if he did, his erection would still be there. "That box you have there is loaded."

"Well, thank you for your concern, but it's my daughter's favorite."

His wife turned the cart around and started heading back the way they came in. The girl turned to Shaina, "cute outfit, Shai. Am I still invited this weekend?"

Shaina nodded and the girl disappeared around the corner. I couldn't help but eye her cute but, hugged by grey yoga pants, as she disappeared around the corner.

Shaina stood up from her leaning position. "Up or down?"

"Huh?"

She hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her skirt. "I told you I was going to keep you motivated to not read all the damn labels. So, as a reminder, I'm going to adjust my skirt a little, but I'll give you the choice. Up or down?"

I knew there was a lot more play down than there was up.

"Down," I said.

"Chicken," she countered.

She went in the direction I asked, pulling it down a little over an inch leaving the tops of her hip bones out in the open. "That was hot, by the way. Both of you looked like you were about to be hit by Mac trucks."

I followed behind her as we went into the next aisle. The oriental family was just leaving it and the father couldn't help but to look at Shaina before he rounded the corner. She waved and blew him a kiss as he disappeared from view. I think he was trying to think of a way for him to come visit the next weekend too. At least I knew I would have been if I were him.

"What about cameras?" I asked her. I almost forgot about them, but a little blue dome stuck out in my vision. Once it did, a creepy, oh shit, feeling crept up my spine.

"Boxer works here, dad. He told me once that the only ones that work are in the high theft areas and I don't think maple syrup, applies," she said picking up a bottle and wiggling it as she said it. I passed her up and walked over to the vegetable oils as a man in his mid-forties, came around the corner. He caught my attention but only because he was so ordinary. He was the typical middle aged and divorced man. I could relate to his marital status. I picked up a small bottle of olive oil and brought it to the cart, dropping it in. I was turning back around to grab a bottle of Pam, when I realized what was going on. Shaina had taken up a similar position as before. She was behaving herself for the most part because I hadn't 'broken the rule' but Mr. 'lonely's' attention was on her. He was doing a good job of covering it. He had a box of cake mix in his hand and it looked like he was doing an impersonation of me reading the label, but there was no doubt his eyes were licking every inch of Shaina's skin he could.

This is all harmless fun—right? That's what I told myself. That's how I convinced myself to get her going again. The truth was, however, that as stunned as I was the first time it happened, it also turned me on. Seeing her partially undress herself in a public place, right in front of someone, was hot and I wanted her to do it again. I picked up a can of Pam, turning the label toward me, looking directly at Shaina, and began to read. I could almost feel her heart skip a beat. She leaned a little to her side, letting the strap of her shirt fall to the side.

Her breast wasn't completely out in the open. The very top line of her nipple barely poked out, but it was enough, to cause him to visually tense. Even Shaina's breath locked in her chest at what she was doing. She may try to give the air of fearless, but she was experiencing it. She continued to toy with her sucker as she shifted slightly, allowing her shirt to fall even more, letting her breast come out to join the fun. She left it there and the stranger could no longer keep up his ruse. His head turned directly toward her. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage, and dropped the other side giving him a full view.

"We don't need cake, Yakima. We already have some." We all heard it at the same time. Shaina's friend and her mother were coming back. Shaina covered herself just in time.

"We don't have double chocolate and that's what I'm in the mood ... Oh hey. You guys again," the daughter said. They walked straight up to the cakes, and she grabbed a box of Duncan Hines mix. "Come on, your dad's waiting at the checkout." Her mother said. She was standing impatiently at the end of the aisle.

"I'll be there in a minute," she said. "I want to talk to Shaina for a second."

Her mother shook her head as she walked away. I expected the girl to approach Shaina, but she didn't. Instead, she walked up to me. Her walnut brown eyes and exotic skin melted my chest as she stared at me with an intensity I couldn't understand. She reached up, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me to her level. I thought she was going to kiss me right there in the middle of the grocery store, but her face traveled beyond the front of my face. She brought her lips next to my ear and whispered. "I so can't wait for this weekend. I want you to be my first."

She smiled at my dumbfounded reaction and then let go of my shirt. I watched her tail again as she exaggerated her walk (the way a lot of women do when they want your attention) and she disappeared for the second time that night. I shook my head, trying to get back to reality.