It is 24 degrees outside, the heat blazing off the tarmac ground, as a long queue is forming quickly outside Waitrose car park in the picturesque riverside town of Wallingford. People, seemingly, patiently waiting to do their essential shopping. I am with my colleague, we work for the NHS as nurses in the Oncology department. It is a late Thursday morning, my colleague and I rushed into Waitrose with our shopping trolley, flashing our ID badge to the door man as we go through the entrance. We have ten minutes to buy a birthday present/card for our colleague and lunch for work. Bouncing around the supermarket but trying to keep two metres distance from other shoppers and staff is proving very tricky, especially when you're in a rush. I always wear my surgical mask and disposable gloves when going to the supermarket, trying to be very careful around others to avoid the spread of Covid-19. This is the most contagious virus I known in my lifetime where life seems to be on a pause around the world, global pandemic. I just didn't want to take the risk spreading or catching it in the supermarket. I picked up the milk, coffee and tea bags for wok. Whilst my colleague scooted down to the sandwich aisle to grab our lunch. She came back holding a big bunch of yellow and white chrysanthemums, ham salad sandwiches and ready salted crisps. She had a cheeky grin on her face as she loaded up the conveyor belt at the till. Why was she smirking like a Cheshire cat? I was at the end of the till with my recycled bag, ready to pack. So I look ahead of me. There, at least two metres behind my colleague Sheryl, was a man holding a large Sainsburys life bag full of groceries. He wasn't wearing a mask so I could see his face clear as day. My mouth dropped. I been spending the last nine weeks in lockdown, just commuting to work and living on my own as a single woman. This was the first time I ever seen, in person, a man. Not just any man, but this most amazing looking man. He had a deep golden bronze tan, peeking through his white fitted polo T-shirt and grey joggers. Now he was staring at me across the supermarket floor. Or was it because I was staring at him so he had look to see who was staring at him? Either way, our eyes was locked. It felt like it was for a life time, as from a distance, I could tell they were chocolate brown colour. Sexy alluring deep set eyes just staring back at me. Having my glasses on and blue surgical mask on, suddenly snapped out of staring at him as I saw him looking at our shopping, then dashed off to the flower stand. My eyes, fixated, followed him, watching every move he made. This gorgeous looking man picked up a bunch of pink roses and hurried back to not lose his place in the queue. As he bent over to pick the flowers up from the black buckets, I surveyed his delectable very muscular and althetic body. What an arse.. Oh my, what a arse. It was absolutely delicious to stare at and probably way better to feel. My eyes kept following his every move. He rushed back to start putting his shopping, out of the Sainsburys bag, onto the conveyor belt with the bunch of roses on top. Thinking, he must be married, he got a bunch of roses, two yoghurts, bag of salad, small bag of new potatoes and a pack of 2 chicken breasts amongst the other household items. Must be married. Sheryl and I made eye contact, now I know why she was smiling like the cat who got the cream. Raised my eye brows at Sheryl and quietly asked "Married?". She turns her head to examine his hands then flicks back to look at me with a frown on her face. I felt her pain. Maybe I felt it way more as she is already married, just looking at eye candy. I am single, been really stressed with everything to do with Covid-19 and horny AF. First man I came across in flesh with the most stunning male stature and to discover he is married... Oh the lustful heart break.   |
