As I undo the zip I see one of her hands slowly running down her tummy, down under her jeans. As her own fingers make contact with her vagina she lets...out a moan, biting her bottom lip. Fuck, she is so sexy. I knew I had vibes! I continue to undress as she touches herself, quickly discarding my top and bra and eagerly pushing my jeans off. She looks back at me and leans in again, not to kiss me this time but to whisper in my ear."Do you want to taste me again"? Oh Billie, yes! She pulls her. She looked at other girls, then slappedthem again. Another girl began to grin, and slapped a tattoo on thighs,then stomach, then chest. In moments the girls were setting a beat,rapid and wild.The men added their own deeper thuds. I found myself adding my ownsounds as I clapped and pounded my thighs. They began to sing, but itwas wordless. I was reminded of an old movie named Caveman where a smallgroup of people created music only using their bodies and what theycould hold. Some of the people. Martinez was acting different that night. She laughed while she put her hands on me, touching me and rubbing my arms. She got uncomfortably close to me and brushed the side of her breast against my arm. Ms, Martinez paid, and then I finished bagging. I loaded her groceries into the cart and saw her outside. Just as I turned to head back into the store to lock up, she stopped me. Ms. Martinez asked, “Be an angel, and help me load my groceries into my car please?" “Yes, sure. I’ll help you. But. Only through the sacrifice of yourstubborn male pride can you taste the sweet nectar that is between mythighs. Now are you going to go upstairs and do as I instruct or areyou leaving?"As she unleashed this scathing tongue lashing, stripping my self-confidence about our relationship, all I could do was stand there,head bowed. She was right. I was out of my league. I knew it when shefirst asked me out, and with every date, I wondered when it mightend. Now I knew what she found attractive about me.