Getting Hot in Target

This morning I nearly brushed the back of a stranger's hand on the train just to feel his skin, and I would have stayed home and spent the evening in decadent self-indulgence with my vibrator and a good one-handed read, as if I need it just now, but I realized too late that I was out of dog food and had to trudge the 25 miles in to Target.

After loading my cart with the fancy, refrigerator dog food, I stop to browse the treats and toys. I can't leave the pet section without getting my little guy a little something extra.

I didn't expect to find myself a little something extra as well.

I suddenly realize that I've stopped looking at the bags of treats in front of me, but am staring, with an open mouth, at the worker shelving dog food. Her thick, round ass, as she bends over for the next bag, has caught my attention. The way her waist twists as she lays the heavy bags on top of one another ever so precisely.

"Did you need help finding anything?"

My voice cracks a bit, "No, no, thanks just trying to narrow it down to a few rather than the whole wall."

She laughs and oh my God what a sweet, full, unashamed laugh.

"I have one at home too, and I totally get it."

I smile and try to focus back on the packages in front of me, I pull one off the wall and desperately try to read the ingredients, she turns back to her work.

***

Except, I can't help imagining smiling at her as she turns my direction and a knowing passing between us which allows me to close the five-foot distance between us, slide my hands over the cloth of her trousers from behind and take her firmly by the hips pulling her body into mine. My hands slide up under her shirt and caress the soft skin of her stomach and just barely tease on her ribcage under breasts as her breath catches in her throat and she reaches back to steady herself, hands gripping at my legs and hips.

My lips just brush the back of her neck and they move around to above her shoulder, using my tongue now and sucking a bit in as my hands come down just under her waistband.

"Shall I?"

"Yes, yes, please," she says desperate for relief.

I slip my hand further down the front of her pants until my fingertips reach her clit.

Teasing and tickling her wet pussy, I take my time gently caressing her as her vulva becomes taught under my touch. My left hand slides up her voluptuous belly, and finally takes hold of her nipple. I tug and twist her nipple, as my right hand begins to put more pressure on her clit, rubbing and rubbing and she presses hard into my hand until she succumbs, in short gasps, and nearly collapses in orgasm right here in the pet aisle.

Catching herself on the shelf, she clears her throat as she - 

***

"Excuse me?"

"Oh! Um. I'm sorry?" She's caught me staring at her.

"Did you need help finding something, or…?"

I grab the nearest thing to hand, stumble backward away from her, "Oh, no thank you, just a little tired, thanks. Thank you. Thanks."

I turn out of the aisle and try to keep it together until I reach the checkout. Thankfully, the teller is a nice perennial and I can't bring myself to - oh, no, just keep it together, she must be in her 70s and for all you know she's well looked after at home after a long shift.

Her partner very likely sits her down, hands her a nice double shot of scotch, and rubs her feet all the way up her - 

"You have a nice night now," she says.

"Oh, thank you, YOU too."

She just smiles at me confusedly, but at least I'm making my way toward the door.

I've got to get out of here.

I pass the self-checkouts and catch sight of the thin and fragile, middle-aged self-checkout clerk.

***

I'd have to be tender with this lanky, somewhat hapless man, slide the back of my hand in between the buttons on his shirt and press into his chest. I'd smile just that small, crook of the lip smile, and gently guide him by his shirt to the dressing rooms.

His body wouldn't hesitate, just follow relieved and hopeful.

I'd unbutton his khakis and kneel in front of him, taking his quickly growing erect cock into my mouth, he groans and reaches for the wall to steady himself, the unexpected pleasure of it all, my soft lips slowly moving up and down his shaft.

I take my time. There's nowhere we have to be. And I admit the guttural sounds he's trying to stifle have my clit throbbing, I'm desperate for his cock inside me but I love teasing him.

I finally pull the seat away from the wall and sit him down, standing over him I slowly unbutton his shirt as his hands find my ass, his fingers slip between my legs and just graze my aching pussy through my soft pants. I suddenly remember the mirrors in the room. They create just the right angle so that I can watch his fingers between my legs and I can't wait any longer.

"Take them off," I demand, my voice hoarse.

He takes my waistband and with surprising expertise he expands it over my round ass, grazing the bare skin underneath, and my sweats drop to the floor.

He smiles when he realizes I'm not wearing panties, and I like seeing his hands on me.

He's quick to reach again for my ass, his long fingers gingerly plunging into my soaking wet pussy through my American thighs, caressing at first, over the breadth of my vulva, just barely sneaking into my vagina. I can tell he's dying to bury his face in my bush, but he's too tall, so his teeth nip and graze my low belly.

He finds my clit with his fingers instead and tenderly, playfully, he teases with his forefinger. I gasp and he looks up at me, no longer seeming so hapless: an open, matter-of-fact look of desire rests on his face.

A: yes.

An: I want you more than I have wanted anyone.

An: I am grateful for this moment.

A comfortable, confident knowing spreads between us, that moment between lovers before they have one another. That moment of complete erotic comfort between two people.

Admittedly, I didn't think he had it in him. I imagined I'd have to take charge here, but I'm enjoying the unexpected balance of experience and power.

And so I lean down, my hands gently resting on his neck, and kiss this man on the mouth for the first time. Our lips come together soft but firm. In another shift of our mouths, our tongues gently caress one another, and again, sending sparks down my spine.

I finally come down on top of him, my legs straddling the stool and resting in the crooks of his hips. As I lower myself, he guides his well-sized cock easily and slowly inside of me until my clit firmly makes contact with his pubic bone. He sends out an involuntary "Mmmmmm. My throat catches at the sensation of being filled up, and I grunt, a sign there will be a sweet release from this aching.

He again takes my ass cheeks into his hands, spreading them as we both enjoy the feeling of being inside each other. I hold myself sturdy against his body, my arms wrapped around him, and he begins to push my hips ever so slowly back so that we might enjoy together every single centimeter of movement. And when I reach the tip of him, he guides my hips back down onto him. My clit grinding hard and decadently into him.

He guides me back to the tip, and pulls me back in.

Back and then in.

As his shaft comes in and out, in and out of me, I'm sure I'm dripping down onto the seat between his legs. I watch through the double mirror as he slips a finger between my cheeks and just gently touches at the rim of my anus as my clit is filling up to its full pleasure.

And suddenly, my breath is heavy and clipped. I dig my teeth into his shoulder. Groan into his skin.

And then we're both orgasming in shutters, me pressing down into him as deeply as I can to satisfy myself, I can feel his spending cock twitching inside me. And we rock there, back and forth, letting every last shutter expend, catching our breath, cooling down, before finally I gingerly stand, releasing his now flaccid and sticky penis.

Still standing over him, my hands on his shoulders, he looks up at me, completely sated and says, "Hi, I'm Steve, please do come again."

And we both laugh.

***

When I come to I find myself in my car which is parked at the back of the already almost empty lot. It's getting dark and the store is closing, I slip my hand into my pants indulging in my own slippery wetness, and rub one out right there in the parking lot, it seems to only take a few seconds before I'm stifling the cries of a much needed orgasm and head home to have another, and another.

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