Even though it was early afternoon, the supermarket was packed with shoppers. Amanda walked confidently through the automatic doors and grabbed a cart. She noticed from the corner of her eye that nearly every male she passed stopped and stared. Many did a double-take, and one man walked his cart directly into a stack of cans containing kidney beans, bringing the mountain down around him. Amanda just laughed and walked on.

There were a lot of men in the supermarket, but most were either with their wives, too ugly or too old. She wanted someone young, someone muscular and tanned – someone different from her husband.

As she stocked her cart with food, Amanda was nearly ready to give up her quest for the day when she spotted her prey – a stockboy, no less. He was young and gorgeous and the thought of fucking him made her cunt ache with pleasure.

Amanda casually strolled up behind the stockboy as he stacked loaves of bread on a shelf.

"Excuse me," she purred. "Could you tell me where I could find the tube steak?"

The boy, engrossed in his job, jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned and eyed her slowly, his gaze wandering from her tits to her legs and back again.

"I beg your pardon," he said. "What were you looking for?"

Amanda smiled and licked her lips slowly. "Tube steak," she said. "I'm really in the mood for a big hunk of tube steak." She touched his hand for a moment, and smiled when he jumped. God, she wanted him inside her!

"How much tube steak did you want?" the teen asked, smiling slightly.

"You catch on fast," Amanda said. "How much tube steak do you have?"

"About seven inches," the boy said.

"That's plenty," Amanda purred. "What's your name?"

"Wayne S. Clark, ma'am."