Encounter

The midday air was filled with the fresh smell of spring as I walked through the bustling Saturday farmer's market in Union Square. Crowds of people are drawn out by the local street fair and sunny warm weather. The market is crowded with temporary stands and displays selling everything from photos and magnets to apple cider dough nuts and fresh produce. I like the others am there for something I do not yet know that I want.

As I arrive at one of the floral areas the sweet pungent fullness of a variety of blossoms sting my nose is delight. There is green everywhere. Dense lush displays convert this open brick park into a terrestrial delight. I see a woman walk by with long stalks of pussy willows. That is what I want, I decide and start fervently looking for at least one stand that has them for sale. Not too far up ahead there is a table full and one woman is buying some.

Waiting patiently I study the soft, sensual fuzzy little fur balls that line the willowy whips. I think of the beauty that they would bring to my bedroom and then I start to think of why they are even called pussy willows in the first place. Just then the crowd swells and I am pushed against the table. I think of an Anais Nin story about an encounter at a public execution. In her story the woman is in a tightly packed crowd when a man opens her skirt and fucks her as the man is being led up to the stand awaiting death. He cums hard as the man is executed and she is flushed with lust. The crowd disperses and they go their separate ways.

My mind is snapped back into reality when the woman asks me what I would like. "Two." I said, referring to the bundles of pussy willow shafts. As people squeeze past all personal space is lost. Standing there the crowd seems to have come to a stop and I feel a distinct hand cup my ass. Blushing as hot pink as a snap dragon I turn around to see this young college man standing there trying to get passed. He smiles at me as the crowd moves forward sweeping him up in the current.

I pay for my fuzzy little bedroom treats and join the masses heading home. However, now I have the memory of the gentle hand on my ass and the sexy smile of the young man to take me there.