Snack Run

By Jacqueline Jillinghoff

It was like two in the morning, and it was foggy out. I saw the lady through the big front windows of the Mini-Mart, standing at the counter under the fluorescent lights. There weren’t any cars in the parking lot. Mom and Dad were fast asleep after a night of loud fucking that I heard from my bedroom before I snuck out of the house.

I walked out of the fog in my platform sandals, the ones with the cork heels and the pink straps that tie halfway up my calves. I have to take short steps in them, so if anything went wrong I wouldn’t be able to run. But what could go wrong? I was just an innocent little girl with a craving for a late-night snack.

A sign was taped to the inside of the glass door that said “Shirts and shoes required.”

“Perfect,” I said to myself. “I am wearing shoes, and I am wearing a shirt.”

The sign didn’t say anything about pants.

I pulled the door open and went inside, naked from the waist down. Well, not really from the waist. More like from the stomach. The shirt I had on was cut off under my pokies. It was sleeveless white T that said Pussy Riot in pink splashy letters across the front. I also had on mom’s wide straw hat with the pink band and my tiny pink purse over my shoulder. I even put on some bright pink lipstick. You don’t want to leave the house without looking your best.

That’s why I was bare-assed.

Hey, I’m Danielle. It’s what I do. Don’t ask me why. I just love being naked in places I shouldn’t be, especially outside. When I get the urge in the middle of the night, or after school, or out in the park, I gotta strip down, and if somebody sees my pussy, that’s a bonus. That’s why I was at the Mini-Mart tonight.

The lady at the counter was a chubby little thing in one of those orange and red store smocks, which is all I could see over the counter. She had short gray hair. She barely looked up when I came in. I don’t think she realized I was naked before I made a hard right disappeared among the food shelves. I went to the wall-high freezers in the back and picked out a watermelon iced tea — the cold blast of air gave me a tingle — then went back out front and thunked the bottle down on the counter.

Now the lady saw me, and all she did was smirk. Maybe she was used to seeing weird things in the middle of the night.

“Is that all?” she said.

“No, I’d like some candy, too.”

The candy was in racks in front of the counter, and I stood there a long while, making up my mind. The lady looked at my crotch while she waited. I’m starting to get some fuzz around my twat. It’s very light blonde, and there’s not enough of it to hide my slit yet. I think she was looking at it trying to figure out how old I am.

“Know what you want?” she said finally.

“I can’t decide between the Skittles and the M&Ms.”

“Take your time.”

I started to get that wonderful tingle all over, which is just what I want when I run around naked. This was amazing. The lady was into it, and I realized that I was on full display through the big windows and the glass door. I imagined what I looked liked from the side, with the big brim on Mom’s hat hiding my face, and my hair tumbling out over my shoulders. Anybody outside would have seen a thin pillar of nudity from my ribs down my long legs, and the gently curved profile of my bare butt in the middle.

“Oh! You have Peanut Chews! I’ll take those.”

I grabbed two packs and laid them beside the drink. The lady rang it up. I handed her a five-dollar bill I got out of my purse.

“Would you like a bag?”

“Yes, please.”

She put the iced tea and the candy in one of those white plastic bags everybody says are wrecking the environment. While she did that, and got my change, my hand wandered down there, you know, and I made circles around my clitty with one finger. I wasn’t showing off or anything. I did it absent-mindedly. It feels like a natural thing when I go around naked. My toes tightened up in my sandals. She watched me for a bit.

“Feel good?” she said.

“Uh huh!”

“You know,” she said, “if I wasn’t so stoned, I’d have to call the cops.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Cops — you know, those guys who arrest you.”

“No, what’s ‘stoned’ mean?” I honestly didn’t know.

“You are a baby, aren’t you?” she said. “It means I’ve been out back smoking weed all night. Here—”

She held out my change. I took my hand out of my pussy and held it out, but she grabbed it and raised my fingers to her nose. She took a loud sniff.

“Mmmmm,” she said. “The smell of baby dyke.”

Suddenly she stuck her tongue way out and gave the palm of my hand a long, wet swipe. I should have been grossed out, but it sent a flush all the way down to my pussy. She slapped some coins and a dollar bill into my hand.

“Thank you,” she said. “Come again.”

I picked up the bag up and went to the door. The lady gave kind of a low whistle at the sight of my butt.

“You be careful,” she said.

I turned around and pushed the door open with my ass.

“I will,” I said, giving her a pink smile. And I was back outside in the warm fog. I took my time, standing under the lights to put my change back in my purse. Then, with the heavy bag smacking against my leg, I minced back across the parking lot. There still wasn’t anyone around. There’s a buffer between the Mini-Mart and the dry-cleaners with rows of arborvitae bushes. I’d worn gym shorts for the walk over from my house, and that’s where I’d stripped them off and stashed them. I went in between the bushes and picked them up. I held them open, all set to put them back on, but I didn’t feel like it yet. I felt too good being naked. So I dropped the shorts again and squatted down behind the bushes. My hand went right to my cunt.

Oh. My.

My clitty popped out when I squatted. I held my two middle fingers straight out and pinched it between them, moving my hand slowly up and down along my slit. My cunt was like a sopping-wet sponge. When I pressed the jelly around my hole with my fingertips, my juice oozed all over them. My fuzz was wet and matted down, and it made a quiet scratching noise while I worked my pussy. My other hand went up under my T-shirt. I don’t care if my tits ever start to grow — my nipples are crazy sensitive, and that’s all that counts.

My breath came in short gasps as that delicious tightness took hold of my legs and my bare back. I pictured the smirk on that lady’s face, and now, peeping through the bushes, I saw her step out of the store. She lit up and had a smoke, and her other hand, too, went down the front of her pants. She was thinking about me, for sure. I wondered what she meant by “Baby Dyke.”

I squeezed my nipples hard when I came. I really yanked at them, like I wanted to pull them off. It felt so good to stretch it and twist it, like rubber, and the more I pulled, the more surface area I exposed, the better it felt. Just when my orgasm hit, I lost my balance and feel on my ass.

I yelped in surprise, and the lady looked in my direction. I started to smell tobacco smoke. She started over, but just then a car pulled into the lot. The headlights swept across her, and she pulled her hand out of her pants fast. I saw her pass her fingers under her nose. I sniffed my fingers, too.

A young guy got out of the car, and the lady went back into the store with him.

My legs were stiff from squatting, and my left foot was asleep. It was hard to get up. I took a step and nearly fell over. I had to hold onto a bush until I could walk again. I picked up my shorts a second time, but then I said the heck with it and stuffed them in the grocery bag. I fished out one of the candies and tore open the wrapper. I came out of the bushes and walked home, bare-assed to the world, popping Peanut Chews and taking sips of iced tea. I felt invulnerable — charmed, like a naked angel nobody could see. A couple of cars went past me, and nobody seemed to notice. One of them slowed to a crawl as it went by, but then it sped up again and disappeared.

Mom and Dad were at it again when I got home. I heard creaking and soft grunting through their bedroom door. They’re like animals, but I figure as long as they keep busy, I can do anything I want. I left my purse, my T-shirt and Mom’s hat on my dresser, got into bed nude with my drink and my second pack of candy, and ate and drank and played with myself until I fell asleep.

The End

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