Dinner Plans?

Dinner plans?
Mary gaped at Come-N-Save’s hothouse cucumbers, still sheathed in thin plastic (seamed for her pleasure): it had been too long since she had a proper salad.
With a firm cucumber nestled in her basket, she wandered the produce aisles gently squeezing plump round tomatoes and flicking wet droplets off a long hard carrot with a curved tip that suddenly looked very familiar. Mary’s cheeks flushed. She gasped as she plunged an experimental finger into a ruffled head of lettuce, lightly pressing on the tight small bud at the core, and made a decision. Sucking the moisture off her finger, she left damp marks on her phone as she texted “You should come over tonight.” She smiled. Now to find the perfect creamy dressing. 

I wrote this for the second round of last year's smut marathon. The first line was the prompt, written by Su Orwell in the first round, and the assignment was 100 word microfiction to finish the story. Even within the challenge of the word constraints, I enjoyed my own personal challenge of writing something erotic without a single bit of sex in it. However, this entry was one of the ones I liked more than any other voters did. But I still like it. Plus now it has a picture to go with it. :)

Happy Sunday everyone.