Dog Slut In Isle Twelve by Fanfiction..,

I work as a baker in a Baker’s Delight store. For those that don’t know, that’s one of those “churn-em-out-like-sausages” coffee and cake franchises. Make’s ok money for the owner. But I’m not the owner. So. The money is shit but at least it’s a local job. The shop is a popular spot in amongst a line of so, so, retail outlets in a fairly busy little suburban shopping center near where I rent a cheap little dump of a house.

My work roster calls for me to start early, like 4am and finish about 10am, six days per week.

Anyway, a few weeks ago, Saturday morning, I finished my shift and decided to grab some stuff I needed for my flat, you know, coffee, Windex, shit like that.

So I went into the little BiLo Supermarket next door to shop. I was browsing one of the isles when I saw this absolutely beautiful, sexy, young body out of the corner of my eye. I mean fuck man. Every guy in the supermarket must have noticed this chick. The easiest way to describe her is to say she had a gorgeous eighteen-year-old’s body only with a fifteen year olds head on her shoulders.

So imagine, long well shaped tan legs. Skinny little waist and nice curvy ass. Her tits, they were exquisite. They were not just bountiful, they were high lifted and yet still in proportion to the rest of her. She was wearing some kind of red boob tube top thing. It looked overly-sexy for a young girl. That’s probably the main reason she caught my eye in the first place. It really hugged her round young melons perfectly. It was mid-drifted to. You could see her lovely, flat belly and her cute little belly button. Her hips were much fuller than I thought normal for her age to. She was, in my opinion, showing them off in a really obvious way to attract male attention. She had a mini skirt on, it didn’t cover very far down her full ,shapely thighs either. The skirt was camouflage patterned. Ok, in the jungle, that might make a shape less visible, but in a suburban super market, it seamed to scream, Hey guys, do you like my ass? What about these legs eh? Nice pins yeah? Well, at least that’s what my mind was screaming to me as I ogled her.

I have to say, right here and now, I don’t usually look twice at girls under twenty-three any more. I’m forty-years-old for God’s sake. But this pretty young thing was one of those rare gifts of God that you just can’t help but wanna fuck at any age. You know, a fantastic eighteen-year-old “cheerleader” type body, fully sexually loaded, being driven around like an RV by a fifteen year old mind.

The other thing that occurred to me was I sort of knew this girl. At least, I remembered her coming into my work. She would come in every now and then to the shop to buy fresh bread,  pastries or what-have-you. Her mom was a looker to I recalled. Like mother like daughter I guess. I recalled a few times I’d noticed this young girl behind her mom in the line at the cash register. Like Bambi I mused. I’d even said hello to the pair a couple of times from memory.

Anyway, fuck my own shopping. I must admit I was kind of spell bound. I pretended to shop still. But, as often as I could, I was checking out the young girls luscious body. She was in the candy isle. Damn. I felt like an old pervert. I wondered if the store security guys manning the stores camera surveillance system were ogling at the hot looking blond at that very moment. I wondered if they could see down her top from their rooftop camera angle. Lucky bastards! I wondered if they could see me checking her out. Ooops. Damn. I’m no idiot. I didn’t know how old the girl really was, but I knew she wasn’t legal age to fuck that’s for damn sure.

Her face gave her away. The fantastic cheerleader body ended at her neck. Her face was very pretty. But any fool could tell it was the face of a girl of no more than fifteen years. Honestly, maybe she was even younger. It was a pretty face. Bright blue eyes and a cute nose. She had blond hair to her strong feminine shoulders. But she exuded youth and inexperience from her face, almost stopping you wanting to fuck her curvy, fuck-ready body

Anyway, I guess I was kind of memorized. I don’t really know why I didn’t just check her out a bit and then get the fuck out of there, go home, wank-off and be done with it. Still, like I said, I couldn’t stop watching her. She was so damn cute. She was twirling a strand of her hair like a really young girl would do as she picked through various candies on a shelf. It was so damn sexy to see her do that, like watching a sexy porn star pretend to be a little girl for the camera. It dawned on me then, maybe there was indeed more to the girls actions.

Like I said, guys of all ages were making their way through the isle’s shopping. I noticed her body language as guys past her. She’d puff out, or up, would describe it better, her very ample bosom, nonchalantly, but I could tell it was deliberate. Oh baby. I knew at that moment that she knew she had an effect on the men and boys around her and was enjoying the attention they were giving her out of the corner of their eyes.
I even felt a little tinge of jealousy. I felt like shouting out, Hey piss off ! I’m perving at this chick, go get your own little bitch.

Anyway, it was about then that I got bold. It struck me. Here were all these other guys. Not just teens mind you, but guys even older than me. I saw them see her and visa versa. She’d wiggle her hips, puff out her curvy boobs and they’d sneak peaks and keep on moving down the shopping isle.

Could I possibly do any better? What would happen if I took her up on her body’s non-verbal invitation to start up a dialogue?

Suddenly, a girl of probably a similar age came into the sweet isle and started talking to my little Bambi doll. This kid was a typical little thirteen-year-old girl. I wasn’t at all interested in her in anyway. However, I was already trying to figure out how a reasonably good looking forty-year-old guy could strike up an “innocent” conversation with an obviously, immature, legally underage girl with a body-to-die-for, without everyone in the store deciding they should call the police. The arrival of Bambi’s little friend just made it even more difficult for me.

I observed them both closely. By this time Bambi had already noticed me checking her out. I had decided I needed to be forward with the girl. If I was timid, just like all these other guys, I would never get to talk to her, or anything else, I told myself. I was quickly hatching a kind of a plan. Not much of one, mind you, because what I was even thinking was pretty crazy. Still. I had already decided to be as bold as I could without doing anything that would get the girl to run down the isles screaming “Help, rape!”
Bambi was discussing what candy to buy with her shorter, scruffy blond friend. Bambi doll looked so cute. It seemed to be a huge decision she needed to make about the candy bars. It reminded me of when I was a kid with no money. She had a kit-kat bar in one hand and seemed to be debating the pros and cons of buying that or something else with her girlfriend. The isle was pretty empty for a moment, I took a deep breath as I moved in.