I brought a friend of mine along on a quick trip to my office. He was retired and needed to get out of the house, and I could use the company. I hated visiting the office on the weekend, but with my upcoming move, it was a necessity. Between an unexpected surge in business of late and the recent and unwelcome change in my move date, I had no choice. There just wasn’t enough time or energy to get all of my things out of the office during the weekdays.
We hit the office first, grabbed about ten boxes of files and other assorted office items, then made a quick detour through a fast-food drive-thru. All I’d had to eat so far was an apple and too many cups of coffee. My buddy, Mike, had already eaten, so he passed on my offer to buy him lunch. But sensing that I was in an appreciative mood, he asked about a quick stop at a warehouse-style store. I happily acquiesced while gorging on my chicken sandwich and fries while waiting on the traffic light.
The store was only about three-quarters of a mile away, but due to my lack of attention to anything other than stuffing my face, we ended up taking the long way around. With no parking spaces in the immediate area, I dropped him off at the front door and said I’d join him after finishing my food. This worked out well for both of us since Mike was exactly the spriest individual.
I found a space at the far end of the lot and finished off my sandwich and fries like a typical savage. In my post-gluttonous bliss, I opted to head into the store to see what it was all about. Mike had mentioned something about finding some books as gifts for the upcoming Christmas holiday, so I looked for that section as I entered.
Finding him, I asked, “So, are you finding anything for your brother?”
“There are some similar books here, but not exactly what I was looking for,”
Realizing that this was going to take a little time, given his lack of getting out of the house lately, I opted to do a little browsing myself. Wandering down the aisle, I came across some puzzle books and remembered that I was just about finished with my last crossword book. As I looked through the disorganized selection, I noticed a woman about twenty feet down the aisle. Sue was attractive at first glance, with a wonderfully curvy, proportioned form.
As she neared my position, she asked, “Do you see any adult coloring books up your way? I’m trying to find some for a friend, and I remember seeing ones where curse words were the main subject.”
“I haven’t seen any yet, but I’ll let you know if I do,” I offered while ogling her approvingly.
Sue returned the looks and gradually moved closer. It was then that I was reminded of the wording on the passenger-side mirror of my truck, ‘vehicles may be closer than they appear.’
As Sue neared, I realized that she was significantly taller than me but still quite attractive. She must have seen the moment’s hesitation on my face and just kept walking past. Sue never quit smiling, though, and even suggested, “If you find those coloring books, please come and find me.”
I watched her saunter past and was completely taken by the movement of her superb buttocks. Knowing that I’d fucked up my chance, I turned to find Mike to console me for my stupidity. Looking back to where he’d been just a moment ago, I found an older woman searching through the books herself. I began searching for Mike and moved slowly through the middle aisle while staring left and right down each row I passed.
It was near the back of the store that I came upon the opposite of my prior failure. At first, I took this one as a teenager, based on her petite stature. However, the curves of Chelsea’s perfectly muscular form and the apparent maturity of her overall look led me to believe that she was at least in her mid-twenties. Not wanting to waste another opportunity, I moved in her direction with naughty thoughts on my mind.
Chelsea looked up at me and saw right through my physical desire as I purposefully approached. She didn’t waver or falter but simply placed her hands on my shoulders while pressing her lips to mine. Pulling herself up with my shoulders, Chelsea leaped and wrapped her legs around my waist. Wanting more than a quick makeout session, I turned her to the wall, pinning her back against it. With my arms under her thighs, I raised her up, pausing at her pert little breasts to maul them with my mouth and teeth through her white t-shirt.
Chelsea groaned as I brought her nipples to rigid attention. In between her keyed-up sounds, she managed, “Lower,” in a deep guttural growl.
Pushing her further up the wall, I dove between her spread spandex-covered thighs. If she was wearing panties, they were mighty thin because all I saw as I approached was a beautifully detailed cameltoe. I opened my mouth wide to get as much of it inside as possible as I clamped down on her plump little puss. As I gnawed on her labia, she moaned her approval and squeezed my head firmly between her thighs.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuccckkk!” Chelsea howled as the juices from her climax permeated her skintight leggings. Her taste was tangy and robust without any hint of sweetness. I lapped vigorously at her escaping nectar like some sort of addict.
That’s when we heard him, the store manager. “Hey, what the hell are you two doing? This is a public place! Put her down immediately!”
I continued to lick up my prize until Chelsea finally relented. “God, that feels so good, but you better put me down before we’re both arrested.”
“Okay,” was all I uttered as I gradually lowered her to her feet. Turning around, I saw a crowd of about ten or so people. Most had a knowing look on their face, while a few, including the manager, looked indignant. Chelsea seemed miffed at first that we were interrupted and grabbed a sharpie off the nearby rack. Tearing it open, she grabbed my hand and quickly scrawled her name and number on the back.
Walking away while staring back at all the looky-lou’s, she tossed the pen at the manager and headed out of the store. I watched Chelsea and her perfect little ass saunter down the aisle, as did everyone else except for Sue. She was staring at the significant bulge in my pants. As everyone’s attention was on Chelsea, Sue pulled me to the next aisle and led me to the men’s bathroom.
Dragging me inside, she opened the last stall and dropped her jeans and panties before grabbing the back of the toilet.
“That looks too good to waste, so let me have it.”
I dropped my pants and smacked each of those buxom cheeks before spreading them wide and plunging into her warm, moist cavern. She was a great fit as I plunged in and out. We were both voicing our enjoyment while I grappled at her large breasts. Sue took the hint and shed her sweater and bra in one pull, giving me complete access to her swaying mammaries. I rolled and pulled on her large and stiffening nipples, and she moved a hand to her clit. Rubbing it flagrantly brought on her peak just before mine.
Sue ordered, “Fill me up, sexy! I want to feel your seed dripping from my cunt as I stand in the checkout line.”
I did as she asked and pumped my cum deep inside her quim as we both shuttered from our orgasms.
After getting straightened out, I checked for voyeurs before telling her that the coast was clear.
“Follow me, Sue requested as we made our way back to where my time with Chelsea ended. Pulling a Sharpie from the shelf, Sue did the same thing with my other hand and left me there to watch her ass wiggle away.
I found Mike a few minutes later at the checkout and helped him carry his things to the car. Once we hopped in and were headed back home, he asked, “Hey, did you see what all that racket was about, back there at the store?”
I answered, “Have I got a story to tell you!”
