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 Lunch and Groceries

   I hate groping days.  On any other day, I love Grover's Paradise.  It's
a beautiful city.  Living here is simple and easy, but every so often, when
it's Groper's Paradise, it's dreadful.  I suppose it's the price we all
pay.

   Anyway, my name is Jane and I'm a twenty seven year old brunette.  I'm
pretty.  It may not be modest to say it, but everyone tells me I am, and I
can even see it myself when I look in the mirror.  I'm also well built. 
That's a thing in Grover's paradise.  Even a woman like me, successful
business owner and proud feminist, tries to keep a body worth looking at.
And we all show them off.  It's not that we dress skimpy or anything.  My
own wardrobe is fairly modest.  It's that some clothes just accentuate a
woman's body without even being meant to be sexy.  I'm good at that.  I
know I said I'm a feminist and if you know what kind of town Grover's
Paradise is, then you might wonder how I can say that and mean it.  It's
strange though.  Women are successful here more easily than just about
anywhere else.  It's not that we have any special advantage.  It's that we
don't have those barriers or obstacles that women elsewhere do.  Pay rates
for example.  Look it up and you'll see that traditionally women get paid
less for the same job as a man.  Not here in Grover's Paradise though. 
It's never been that way.  Women are valued as much as men in every field.
Some say that the odd social groping policy of our town is the way that's
maintained.  I'd love to say that it isn't so, but I don't have any better
explanation.

   Let me tell you what happened just today.  I was at one of my favorite
little restaurants.  It's a real nice place, not formal at all.  I was
wearing a white shirt, one of my favorite tops because of the way it wears.
It just flatters my figure.  I get a lot of looks at my chest when I wear
it.  My breasts are pretty well sized.  I don't know that they're really
too big, but they sure stand out, especially when I'm dressed like that.  I
also had on one of my famous pairs of jeans.  If my top made the shape of
my upper body evident, then the jeans really advertised my lower half,
especially my ass.  I love my ass.  Not a lot of women say that, but I sure
do.  It's just so round and it sticks out like a curve in the road.  It's
not big at all, but my body for the most part is slender enough that my
butt just looks voluptuous.  It's firm too.  I keep in shape, so none of
that is surprising, but there's more to it than that.  I guess I've just
got great genetics for a perfect posterior.  It's not that I want to show
it off either.  It's just that I don't want to hide it.  So I wear jeans
that hug it enough to make that shape easy to see and the pockets and seams
of them curve along with it wonderfully.  As much as I love my ass, the men
of Grover's Paradise love it more.  Including Luke.  He's a waiter at the
restaurant.  Really nice looking, in fact.  If he weren't, you know, just a
waiter, then I'd think of asking him out.  He brought me to my table and
with a smile he put his hand on my butt and gave it a good squeeze.  "Oh!"
It just surprised me.  I didn't know it was a groping day.  It was the
first touch I'd had.  He actually chuckled at my shock, the jerk!  Well, I
sat down and pretended like it hadn't bothered me.  I knew he'd be getting
more than just that one touch though.  Waiters are privileged that way. 
They aren't like the creeps who work in clothing stores and can touch you
up even when it's not a groping day though.  It has to be one of those
special days, and they can't put a hand to you except when they bring you
something or show you to your seat.  He'd made that ass grab a good one
because he knew I'd be sitting down from then on.  That irritated me
because that meant he'd be grabbing my tits a few times.  I don't like
having my butt touched like that, but it really makes me mad when some guy
fondles my boobs.

   In a few minutes Luke was back with my lemon tea.  As expected, he set
it down and then just blatantly took a hold of my right tit.  He kneaded it
and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

   "Not yet.  You know, you'll get a much bigger tip if you don't do that,"
I gestured to his hand on my chest.  Again, all he did was give a little
laugh.  Bad enough he was going to use my body like some toy, but he was
laughing about my discomfort.

   "How about an appetizer?," he asked.  His hand left my anatomy and got
his pad ready.

   "I don't think so." I didn't need one extra thing brought to me just so
he could get another handful.

   "We've got a new shrimp appetizer.  it's delicious.  I don't know how
long they're going to keep it going.  Depends on whether or not enough
people order it."

   He didn't sound sinister at all when he said that, but he was staring at
my chest.  I had my menu in front of me and I saw the picture of the
suggested food.  Oh god seafood is one of my favorite things.  Against my
better judgement, I decided to have some.  For a little bit I just watched
people walking by on the sidewalk.  A lot of women out there were in for
some rude surprises.  I saw Luke with a tray, but he stopped at another
table.  There was a couple there, a young blonde woman and a man who might
have been her boyfriend.  That's no protection though.  In fact, I've heard
about some boyfriends and husbands who like watching their women being
groped by strangers.  Luke set down their food, first in front of him, then
in front of her.  As expected, he made sure to feel her up real good.  He
stood behind her chair and his hands reached around to handle her tits. 
The guy she was with just glanced at that, grinned and went about eating.
She had to wait for nearly a full minute because Luke was just that
determined to enjoy her bosom.  I was annoyed by it for two reasons.  One,
I always feel bad for any woman that I see being taken advantage of.  Two,
and I know this will sound awful, but I was a bit jealous.  He spent more
time on her tits than he had on mine.  Granted, her tits were bigger, but
mine are more than big enough.  And they're beautiful.  I guess there's no
accounting for taste.

   Not long after that I had my appetizer.  I guess it goes without saying
that Luke copped another good grab.  This time his hand wandered from one
boob to the other.  Squeeze the left one, then the right, then left, then
right.  "Have you decided what you want to order yet?"

   I had and I don't know why I didn't say so while he was groping me. 
Maybe he would have stopped quicker.  Still, I didn't get it as bad as the
blonde had.  He pulled out his little pad, and I told him what I wanted and
tried to make eye contact.  It was hard though.  I just can't bring myself
to look eye to eye with a man that has just had his hands full of my body.
Especially if I know he'll do it again shortly.  After taking my order, he
was back at another table, bringing two lovely young girls to their seats.
Of course each of their butts got a good pat before they got into their
chairs.  Luke was having a good day.  Given these girls' lack of reaction,
they must have already been targeted by gropers that day.  He was back
quickly to bring them each something to drink and to cop a quick feel of
one tit on each of them.  Disgusting jerk.

   Anyway, he brought me my salad right after that and again I had to sit
and act like it was no big deal while he grabbed my tits and fondled them.
Once he let go, he told me, "We've got a new dessert, a triple chocolate
cheesecake, that's delicious.  We're only offering it for a few weeks so
you'd better have one.  Lift your shirt and bra and let me handle those
gems of yours bare, and I'll let you have a dessert for free."

   "No way!" I couldn't believe he'd even offer that.  Did he really think
I'd just give up my tits for some sweets?

   "Well, think about it."

   He fondled my tits real good once more when he brought me my main dish.
He was really enjoying his job.  He got to fondle both of the young
lovelies while I was eating.  He also got to enjoy the blonde again.  She
was his favorite if the length of his grabs was any indication.  There's no
accounting for taste.  Anyway, she actually accepted his offer for a free
dessert.  I was so mad!  These damn gropers wouldn't be nearly so bad if
only the women in this town weren't so accomodating.  I mean, we all let
them get away with it, but why would she just pull her tits out in public
and let him grab her like that?  Once he brought her the cake (and in all
fairness it did look wonderful) she lifted her shirt up for him.  She
didn't even have a bra on.  They were some nice tits too.  Even I could
tell that.  If I were a groper, I'd enjoy her body almost as much as a body
like the one I have.  For a second I thought maybe she was trying to flirt
with Luke.  Nope.  Once he was squeezing her tits, she was making this
silly face like she was imagining something else.  She couldn't even open
her eyes until he was done.  And he groped her so thoroughly!

   Like I said though, I would never do that.  I paid for my food (yes, he
touched me up when he brought the check) and I left.  It was time to go
grocery shopping.  See that's my thing, I only go shopping like that right
after I've eaten so that I can resist buying too much, especially sweets.

   I should have left it for the next day.  I really should have.  A
grocery store is not a good place on a groping day.  Any other shopper can
take a feel of you there.  Not a long feel, just a quick touch or grab is
all, but it is allowed.  Why in the hell would I go shopping when I knew I
was going to be targeted by the city's perverts?  I don't know.  Sometimes
I just throw common sense out the window.  In all fairness to myself
though, a whole lot of women do the same thing.  Could it be that we're
really all just that acclimated to the groping in this city?  I hope not.

   Anyway, I was there in the store wandering down an aisle when I was
reminded what I was in for.  Can you believe it?  I actually hadn't even
considered being touched in the store until I was there.  Then, without so
much as a smile, some old jerk copped a feel of my butt!  He just reached
over, didn't even break his shopping stride, and grabbed me.  I know that
it's happened so many times before, but it still sometimes just gets me so
bad I blush.  I know I was blushing because I could feel my face get all
hot.

   Did I go to the checkout line?  No.  Genius that I am, I kept shopping.
In the very next aisle I saw the same old bastard.  He smiled at least this
time when he took a touch of my right tit.  Just a little way down that
same aisle some other guy gave me a pinch.

   I was having a hard time concentrating on my shopping list.  In every
aisle one man or more got to enjoy my charms.  In a place like that, almost
every man takes a feel, even most of the ones that aren't ordinarily
gropers.  So I got it again and again.  When it was just a soft pat to my
ass I was almost grateful.  Some really gave it a squeeze.  Others or
course groped a tit as they walked by.  A couple of them even had their
wives with them.  I could hear one argument start, "Sam, you don't do that
when you're out with me!" Typical.  She wasn't pissed that I was being
abused by her husband, only that she had seen it.  I think I endured
somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty or so quick copped feels during my
shopping.  Sometimes it was the same guy a couple times.  Sometimes it
wasn't even other shoppers.  Twice some lazy looking stock boy was lining
the shelves when he reached out to touch me.  God I hate that.  Some jerk
with a minimum wage job getting to fondle my tits!

   Oh, but as bad as that was, the checkout line was worse.  All I needed
was someone with a cart to get behind me.  Even a groper, it wouldn't
matter.  A shopping cart in line is like a barrier.  Or I could get lucky
and the lines near mine would be shorter.  Groper or not, you don't get in
line behind a woman just to touch her.

   I wasn't lucky.  I glanced to one side and the other watching other
shoppers keep those lines busy.  Then I realized that someone was behind
me. I couldn't bring myself to look over my shoulder.  Whoever it was was
standing close, someone without a lot of items to buy.  I guess he was
carrying a basket of them because he only used one hand when he had his
fun. First it was a gentle pat to my butt.  Then it was a squeeze to my
right cheek.  He ran his hand softly over my butt again before giving that
cheek another squeeze, then my left as well.  I didn't even react.  I just
stared straight ahead like nothing was happening, ignoring it.  I don't
know if that makes it better or worse for the gropers.

   Anyway, his hand moved up to my waist and then around to my belly.  I
guess he liked it, because his hand moved around it in a circle for a bit
before moving up for some more serious business.  I had that creep's hand
on my breast, squeezing real good until I was next at the checkout.  Just
like that, he let go.  That's the rules of course.  Once I was emptying my
cart onto the little conveyor belt, his time was over.  I stole a little
glance back at him.  He looked harmless enough, but he had a smile like the
cat that ate the canary.  I just shook my head and looked away again.

   I thought I was safe.  I was just going to go home and stay home. 
Things were looking up.  I even heard my favorite song on the radio.  When
I pulled into my drive, I was spotted by one of my neighbors.  He lives
across the street and it was his lucky day.  I would have been fine if I
didn't have more to carry in than I could carry all at once.

   Ricky, that's his name, came walking over when he saw me with the
grocery bags.  "Need any help carrying that in?"

   "Yeah, Ricky.  You want to get those two first." There are a lot of
unwritten rules for the gropers.  There's also a lot of unwritten rules for
us women in Grover's Paradise.  Even though I didn't want his help, I was
obligated to accept his help.  In exchange for that, once he had it all in,
my body was his for the handling.

   I started putting things away in the kitchen while he went back and
forth to the car.  Once he had it all inside, I sighed.  I looked down at
myself.  "What do you want first?"

   He was surprised.  "Is it one of those days?" He hadn't even known.  If
I hadn't asked, I'd have gotten away with it.  He's a friendly guy.  He
wasn't planning on taking advantage.  He just wanted to help.  And because
of my stupid presumption, he was going to get one hell of a reward.  He
smiled, "Go ahead and put it all away first.  I don't want anything to
spoil."

   I already had almost all the perishables put up, but I took my time
putting everything away anyway.  I guess I was hoping that he would have
some place to be or that he might get bored.  Fat chance.  He spent that
time looking me over, just leering openly.

   Once it was all up there wasn't any more delay.  I made eye contact with
him, but he found that a bit difficult.  I could tell he was looking
forward to it, but he wasn't sure how to start.  At least he was a nice
guy. That beats the hell out of being fondled by some sleazebag.  He
started with my boobs.  He was going to save my butt for last.  I can't
blame him.  I'm pretty sure it's what men notice most about me.  I tried to
tune out the embarrassment as his hands moved all over my boobs.  I blushed
real bad though when he grabbed the bottom of my top.  I had really hoped
it wouldn't be like that, but he slipped my shirt up and then popped my bra
up to get at my bare boobs.  I HATE that!  At least he was impressed by
them.  "You're really attractive, Jane," he said enthusiastically as he
stared at them.  Then, of course he went back to his fondling, rubbing,
kneading.  It was all I could do to hold still.

   As much as he may ordinarily be a polite young man, he really got into
the private groping thing.  He put my nipple in his mouth and I almost
screamed.  I felt his tongue play with it and circle it.  I was holding my
breath when he stopped to move to the other one.  He was good at it, and
that only pissed me off that much more.  Couldn't he at least have let me
be entirely disgusted?

   He gently nudged my side to have me turn around.  It was funny, he
seemed almost as nervous as I was.  His was pleasant nervous though.  I
felt him undo my pants and I inhaled sharply.  How far was he going to go?
He pulled my jeans down to my knees before his hands ran up the back of my
thighs to my butt.  Of course he loved that part.  He moved his hands all
over my butt before he started squeezing and kneading it.  He didn't do it
rough at least.  He did give me a pinch before he was done with that part
of my anatomy though.

   Once he let go, I turned around again.  I was about to pull my pants up,
but he hadn't stepped away.  I saw him glance down at the front of my
panties.  Oh no.  He fingers moved close.  "Can I?"

   "You're not supposed to ask."

   "I know.  I just don't do this much."

   I should have been too mad to stay still for him any more.  A girl can't
really refuse on a groping day and that's why a man doesn't ask.  How
insulting to make a girl give permission.  Ricky hadn't meant it like that
though.  He genuinely didn't know.  So I nodded.  Then I almost yelped when
I actually felt his fingertips touch me there.  I thought he'd chicken out.
He moved his fingers around and then up to the top of my panties.  I was on
pins and needles when I felt his hand slip into my panties.  His fingers
roamed through my bush and then lower, over my lips.  I couldn't believe
it! I wasn't even sure this guy was old enough to drink and he was playing
with my pussy!

   He didn't stay at that too long though.  His hand slipped back out of my
underwear and he thanked me.  I wasn't certain how I felt about that.  I
just watched him walk outside before I sat down to get comfortable again.
What a day!