Joey's Afternoon Delight

He caught her eye from across the store. She had this vibe, ya know. She was pure confidence and power. You could just tell that she knew what she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

She wasn’t particularly tall or traditionally beautiful. If you weren’t really paying attention you might thing she was average looking. Joey saw past the outside facade though. He could see in her eyes and the way she walked that there was more, so much more.

He was waiting for a prescription. She was looking at shampoo. At least, he thought she was looking at shampoo. She had been looking at shampoo for a very long time now that he thought of it, and had thrown many inquisitive looks his way.

Joey was a very quiet, shy, submissive guy. He didn’t like to make a fuss or draw attention to himself. He also wasn’t big on making the first move. His confidence wasn’t great, and he liked a woman who took charge. He would love for this woman to take charge of him. It’s a silly thing to think though. He went back over to the counter to check and see if his prescription was ready, even though they hadn’t called his name.

He heard a voice behind him “You really shouldn’t do that. They’re doing the best they can.” It was her! He knew it before he turned around. She had a very distinctive accent too. New Zealand perhaps? He turned around slowly.

“I will be more patient” he replied meekly.

“I can help you with that” the woman quipped, giving him a little wink.

Joey blushed a deep red and completely lost his ability to form words. He just stood there, embarrassed, and then even more embarrassed when she looked down and noticed the distinct outline of his manhood in his khakis.

“You are interested. Meet me in my minivan in 15 minutes. She then turned around and walked right out of the store with no shampoo.

Joey stood there for a minute dumbfounded. He hoped no one else had noticed the obvious bulge in his pants, and quickly put his jacket back on as camouflage. Does he go look for the minivan? Does he sneak out a side door? Does he stay till closing, reading the back of shampoo bottles? His train of thought was interrupted by the pharmacist calling his name.

Prescriptions in hand, he still has ten minutes. If he is going to do this, should he pick up something? Condoms, lube maybe, flowers? He doesn’t do this sort of thing very often, or well, ever. He decided to be safe and tossed a some things in the cart. Condoms, obviously, a bottle of lube, warming sounded fun, and some chocolates. Women love chocolate, right? Should he get wine? Probably not for a minivan date. If that is what this even is. He has a feeling that this isn’t a relationship type of encounter, but he isn’t one to turn down an encounter like this of any sort.

As he pulled up to the checkout his nerves were beginning to fray. It was almost 15 minutes. Would he even know which minivan? He fumbled his purchases into the bag with his prescriptions and almost ran to the door. As the automatic door opened and he stepped through, there she was. Casually leaning against the silver Honda Odyssey. He didn’t even know her name.

He walked the 20 or so steps toward her. She just stared him down the whole time, looking him up and down like a piece of meat. He felt almost violated, but he kind of liked it too.

“Did you bring condoms” She asked. Her voice calm and decisive.

“Yes” Joey stammered. “And lube, and these” he states as he awkwardly hands her the chocolate.

“You are a charmer” she winks as she opens the van door. “Hop in.”

Joey climbs in after her to see that the entire back section of the Odyssey has been redone in pink shag carpet, with a bench on one end and a bed in the back. There are purple led lights lighting up the back. It’s a certifiable mobile love shack. She even puts some smooth tunes on, for the mood.

“On the bed” she commands. Joey doesn’t quite know what else to do, so he sits down on the bed. “Take your clothes off first. Not the brightest bulb, huh?” Joey is blushing now. He rushes to take his clothes off. Untying shoes has never been this hard. She just stands there watching. Impatient. Joey finally gets naked and climbs into the center of the bed, looking to her for approval.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me? Is that what you want? To be a good boy?”

“Yes, I want very much to be a good boy and to please you.” The words came tumbling out of Joey’s mouth. He had never even uttered anything like that before. What exactly was he getting himself into.

“Then grab a condom. If you do well enough, you may get to use it.” He wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but he was sure going to try his best and he was going to be ready just in case.

He settled back into the bed, waiting for what was going to happen. The woman began to disrobe as well, and laid herself on the bed too, with her head at the middle and her hips almost hanging off the side. She looked at him, pointed in between her legs, and said “get busy.

Joey certainly wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. He had gone down on women a few times before, and it was absolutely his favorite. He sat down between her legs, held them apart a bit, and went to town, kissing and licking gently. She was wet already, and she smelled so, so good. He loved pussy that smelled like pussy. He was going to get this all over his beard so he could feast on the smell all day. He widened his tongue and licked her up, almost from her asshole, slowly, with pressure, all the way inside of and up through her lips and drew his flat, firm, wet tongue slowly over her clit. From the shudder that went through her body he could tell that she liked it, so he backed up and repeated it one more time, nice and slow.

She was really wet now, so he decided to concentrate his tongue efforts on her clit and slid two skilled fingers up inside of her, gently rubbing that soft, subtle spot. She was moving underneath him. He could tell she was enjoying it. His tongue knew what to do. He was licking her in slow back and forth strokes when he switched it up a bit and started gently sucking the tip of her clitoris. She went rigid, and before he could figure out if he had done something wrong she had wrapped her legs around him and had both hands, holding his head into place against her mound.

“Don’t stop” she demanded. He continued to gently suck and finger her as her death grip tightened. He tried to work his tongue into it, gently flicking her clitoris while sucking it. Her clit was rather large, and this was actually quite fun. The sucking got harder, the licking more intense, the fingers working their magic. She was soaking his face in her juices. Joey was in heaven. He knew she was going to cum soon. He wanted that victory. He kept up the pace, though he didn’t exactly have much of a choice, there was no escape from her grip. She was pushing into him now, obviously getting closer. He slips a third finger inside of her and she is practically fucking his face as he sucks her rhythmically. He’s certainly not going to stop until she tells him to.

He feels her body tense up and knows that she’s ready to cum. He keeps sucking and stroking as that hill is topped. Her breath slows as she loosens the grip on this head and unwraps her legs from around his back. “You did well. Now get that thing on and lay in the middle of the bed. I’m going to ride you.”

Joey scrambles to the middle of the bed and fumbles to open the condom. His cock is rock hard already. He carefully slides the rubber down his cock, leaving room at the head for his cum. The woman comes over and slides her slick pussy down on top of his cock. She then begins to fuck him like he’s never been fucked before. This woman isn’t trying to please him. She is not trying to get him off. She is using his cock for her pleasure and nothing else. She is going hard and fast and has already cum at least once. Joey can feel his whole midsection being soaked. It’s like she’s bathing him in her cum. He’s frozen, rock hard, a prisoner to her frantic fuck fest. She goes on and on. Joey is trying so hard to hold back. He is so ready to explode, but he won’t ruin her intoxicating use of his cock. After what seems like an eternity she finally starts to slow down and looks at him. “Are you ready to cum?” She asks.

Joey nods his head. “Yes Please”

“Oh, that is a good boy. You may cum now.” She rides him more slowly, more rhythmically. She’s watching him, finding what works for him. It doesn’t take joey long and he lets loose inside of her. “Good boy” she says as she gets up, matter of factually. Here are some wipes. Clean yourself up and be on your way.

Joey did just that. He wiped up his mess and got his clothes back on. He grabbed his bag, minus the chocolates and the condom, and exited the van as discretely as he could. As he buckled himself into his Toyota Camry he wondered “Was i