Chapter 17

Helen Chipman being Helen Chipman, said she wanted a few things. What she really meant is that if Joe picked up everything on the list, she subsequently texted him, she wouldn’t have to make another trip herself. Joe seriously doubted they needed family-sized bags of frozen peas AND carrots with broccoli to add to their dinner, much less Eggo Waffles or a honeydew and grapes.

He guessed the eggs and bread would be for breakfast, and he liked eggs for breakfast, so he really didn’t mind. Still, he shrugged, and they entered Publix.

“Do you want me to push the cart, Master?” Barbie asked, back to being his helpful slut.

“No, mom just gave me a shortlist of things to bring home to go with dinner. YOU can be the shopping cart this time. The last time mom brought me shopping, she said she only had to get a couple of things and ended up sending me back for a cart when I started dropping things. You WON’T drop anything, will you Barbie?” He asked his sister, sternly.

“No, Sir,” Barbie said, not wanting to tell him she’d try not to even though she had no idea how many items her brother had on his list to go with the bags of clothes she was already carrying.

They started in the produce section. Joe really had no idea how to pick a honeydew, so he hefted the first one he found and held it like a small basketball. “What do you think, Barbie? Is this bigger than one of Becky’s tits?” He asked his sister with a smile.

“I’m not sure that’s how to grade a honeydew,

Master, but yes, I’m sure it is. Aren’t her boobs more the size of this cantaloupe,” She asked with a sexy smile, trailing her fingers over its skin as if looking for its nipple. Joe found the sight very erotic.

“Naughty!” He laughed and then said, “heads up!” He threw the honeydew softly to her, and luckily she caught it without even dropping her clothing bags. “This one will be fine.”

“Was one of these on the list, Master?” Barbie held up a cling-wrapped cucumber that had to be at least eighteen inches long. “They left the condom on too!” She giggled.

“You wish!” Joe laughed back while wondering if it’d be a good idea to buy it just so Barbie could attempt to force that into her pussy. Then he decided against it. He didn’t want her stretching anything before he had a chance to try her out a-la-natural.

Joe selected grapes based on size. He saw a bunch of little ones, but when he found the jumbo red grapes, he was reminded of a movie he’d once watched where the emperor’s slaves had to peel his grapes for him. He imagined having Barbara do that too, but this time he couldn’t think of a good reason not to have Barbie peel his, the same way.”

Barbie felt like she was almost continually popping out of her tiny little outfit or had to adjust it. It was too small for her, and the cold air made her budding nipples stand on end and poke out of her white shirt. It didn’t help that occasionally the panties she had stuffed inside her started to slide out. She had to discreetly push them back up inside her pussy without anyone noticing. If they had, they might have thought she was playing with herself now and then.

The fact Barbie might get caught only heightened her sense of shame, danger, and excitement.

The container of eggs and the bread were a little harder for Barbie to juggle, but it was when they reached the freezer section that things really got fun. Joe handed The pack of frozen waffles to Barbie, then they moved to the far end where the frozen veggies were located.

Joe was just joking that he might buy his sister some dog food.

“You wouldn’t dare, Sir!” Barbie’s face turned red.

Joe was about to explain she was in pet training, and the way he had sweet-talked her parents, she’d be lucky if they didn’t approve of him feeding it to her in the kitchen. He was half-joking, of course.

He didn’t get a chance to finish his joke. They both saw the woman they seen earlier at the red light in the little red sports car. She was moving in slow motion, at least as far as Joe could tell. It was like her tits and ass were in concert with one another. She wasn’t jiggling all over the place like Candy might, but she knew how to maximize her movement to be appealing to the eye.

She was wearing a red silk top with probably too many buttons undone to show a hint of lacy bra underneath. Her lapels were up so the eye would be drawn past the strange but simple chrome-like necklace she wore, towards her cleavage. On her feet, she had the tallest spiked heels Joe had ever seen, and her skirt was as shockingly short as Joe would have dared to make Barbie wear. When she moved, her stocking tops briefly came into view. She didn’t seem to care if anyone noticed and moved with the practiced ease of someone who had walked in high heels all her life.

The woman could best be described as looking like the actress Morgan Fairchild. She had big beautiful breasts and a shapely figure. Her hair was big and blonde, and she had piercingly beautiful blue eyes. You could just tell by looking at her she had heard every compliment for them known to man by this point in her life.

Her nose was sculpted by God in partnership with Michelangelo. It was thin and slightly upturned and complimented her facial symmetry in such a way that made her face impossible to forget. Her makeup was perfect, and she didn’t appear to have a single blemish or wrinkle even though she was probably at least fifty years old.

Joe assumed she was older than his mother, but she wasn’t frumpy like Helen. Her shoulders were back when she walked, and her chin was up. She was obviously comfortable with attention, even though she didn’t act like she wanted it.

Joe licked his lips, finding them suddenly dry. To him, the woman looked like some English teacher who purposefully dressed to make her students pay attention to her. However, none of the teachers at HIS high school would dress in quite such a classy yet slutty manner.

It was pretty evident that the woman was used to such reactions and didn’t wait around to fish for compliments. She moved through the store with a purpose and a grace that set her instantly apart from other shoppers. She was different – that much was evident.

The sexy older woman had one of the same cucumbers he and Barbie had laughed about along with a value sized box of Trojans and a pump bottle of lube in a small shopping basket.

She carried them as if she had no idea the combination would give every male in the place an immediate hard-on thinking about how she would probably make use of that cucumber or as if she simply didn’t care that they knew what she would be using them for.

The last thing Joe could imagine her using it for was to make a salad! She seemed like the kind of lady who ate room service in fancy hotels and didn’t stay at home making meals like his mother.

The woman breezed past without ever looking in the direction of the stunned teens.