Chapter 1

She did so enjoy the feeling of being touched, the sense of a hard calloused hand stroking down her tender flesh.

She wandered through the supermarket, with the knee length raincoat, hiding the fact that she was naked beneath.

She stepped forward and the bottom of her coat parted, all the way up to her upper thigh.

The basket she was holding to her chest, made her look anxious and skittish, and the burly builder who had stopped to admire her, felt his groin heating in appreciation.

Those long silky thighs, that smooth pale skin, if he didn't know better, he'd swear that she was naked under that coat.

He looked up to her pretty face and saw the telltale blush, her innocent looking pansy blue eyes, captured and held his brown eyes for a moment ... before sliding away as she walked by him.

He reached across the freezer to pick up the tin of salmon ... and then turned around to follow her.

She was at the tills having already had her three items scanned she was digging into her handbag, as though searching.

He put his two items on the conveyor belt, and watched as her searching became more agitated.

"Miss?" the cashier enquired politely. "Miss? Is there a problem?"

She flicked her long white blond hair back out of her face, and after throwing him a quick glance, she looked back at the cashier.

"I ... I seem to have forgotten my purse!" her husky voice would have earned a fortune on one of those telephone sex lines.

The cashier gave an impatient sigh. "Well I guess that you'll have to leave your shopping here and go and fetch it." her tone clearly said that she did NOT expect the sex bomb to come back.

"Well..." the blond murmured hesitantly in that voice that had his dick swelling in his pants. "I'm rather in a hurry, and I really need these items..."

"Why don't you let me pay for those, for you?" he had stepped forward and made the offer before his brain had even processed the idea.

The cashier looked back at him in surprise, and her eyes widened in appreciation of the physical specimen that he was.

His years of building, and working in that industry, had given him a toned and strong physic ... and his regular stints at the gym helped as well. He had a thick head of black hair, and his olive skin had been tanned to a glorious golden brown – by hours, days, weeks, and years of working outdoors, and in the sunshine.

He was a good looking guy, and the cashier smiled charmingly at him, and fluttered her fake lashes, that accentuated her ordinary brown eyes.