I like younger men, but usually I go for the 20-21 year olds. Any younger than that can be a mixed bag of issues that I don’t typically want to deal with. I do like them to be more mature than their years. I am picky and very selective. I look for them wherever I go.
There was a new cashier at my local grocery store, where I do all of my shopping. I went through his line and saw his name tag said “Eric”. He had a very clean cut appearance, very neat, and he was also doing his job intensely. I watched him check out the people ahead of me.
At surface level… I could tell he was almost a little geeky, probably shy, but he exuded intelligence too. By looking at him, I knew he was a good student, had made his parents proud, and was probably intimidated by girls. It sounds egotistical but I can spot them right away.
I watched Eric. I noticed his hands, rather larger, his finger nice and long. I daydreamed a little about how they’d feel inside me. I looked back to his face… he had pretty blue eyes with long lashes but he avoided eye contact with the customers. He was there physically; just not mentally,… he was also lost in his own little daydreams.
When I got up to the register, he made very quick eye contact with me, and proceeded to do his job. I leered in at him, almost concentrating on making him feel me staring. Does that work? I sure as hell don’t know, but it I felt like it did. He looked a little younger than I first thought up close, kind of a baby face.
How can I explain it to you? It was his awkwardness that I found arousing. Assuming he had no more than moderate experience with women, I decided I was going to have to teach him some new tricks. That’s how it began, just simply due to my “mood” while shopping on a Saturday afternoon. Poor Eric had no idea what he was in store for.
To Be Continued Soon!
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