Cart Boy
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Chapter #2
My quick tryst with the cart boy of AA & A Discounters remained on my mind and even a wet dream or two and I was anxious for another visit remembering that he had said 'same time, same day.'
The parking lot seemed to be fuller than I remembered when I pulled in and it took me a few minutes to find a spot close to one of the shopping cart assembly areas.
I had arrived later in the day than I normally did but, a quick glance around the parking lot did not reveal if my cart boy was working or not.
After locking the car, I was walking to the entrance when my 'cart boy' came through the automatic doors. We both hesitated for just a moment and then, in a sort of surprised tone, he said, "I wasn't really sure you were going to be here but I was late and, I thought I might have missed you."
"I am running just a little late," I replied, grinning a little as memories of the previous week flashed through my mind.
We shifted from in front of the door way to where we would not be in the way of other customers and I did a quick evaluation of when I had seen him last.
His jeans seemed to be snugger than I remembered and, there was a very definite bulge resting to the left of his zipper. His shoulders were broad and his waist as small as I remembered. He was wearing a dark blue almost black open throated pullover underneath a tan, grey felt lined windbreaker jacket. His hair was still unruly and seemed to be more blond that the ash color and there was a faint twinkle in his dark blue eyes. When I had met him earlier, he seemed to be 14 or 15 years old but seeing him up close and not through a door crack, he appeared to be maybe 17 yrs old and it was obvious that he was a well-developed young man.
I was lost in reverie when he said, "do you have much shopping to do?"
"Huh, oh no, not that much" I said. "It shouldn't take me half an hour or so but I don't have to rush," I replied.
His grin broadened and he glanced around as he whispered, "My shift is over at five if you want too hook up."
I felt the tell tale surge in my groin, the prelude to an aching hardon as he spoke. He emphasized 'hook up' by brushing the bulge in his jeans.
"My car is parked over by the cart shelter in Section 5. You an meet me there if that is okay?"
"See you there," he said, his eyes flashiing as he moved away.
'Forty-five minutes.' I mused, my eyes following as he moved.
TBC