Clean up on aisle… Damn

This week’s story is another of my older ones. When your lover no longer participates in your sexy games, what are you to do? Find another way to play.

Ever have one of those days when you just craved humiliation? When your husband or boyfriend teases your body out in public and all you want to do is fuck the shit out of him the moment you get back to your car? I do, my name is Dawn and I’ve been married to my high school sweetheart for six years now. We have a very happy marriage, for the most part at least. One of our favorite little ‘adventures’ was our trips to the grocery store. On these little trips, my husband had me wear a little mini skirt and a small shirt with some of his favorite thongs.

When we get to the grocery store, I would push the cart around. As I’m doing this, he’d be walking close enough to me to grab my ass without anyone seeing it. Especially so when he told me to grab something from the bottom shelf. It was utter torture whenever other young guys passed by the aisles and checked out my ass was I was bent over to get the coffee. Daniel loved how much I blushed the whole time.

The ‘worst’ part was when he would tell me me to take off my panties and give them to him. My heart would start to pound and my breathing would grow shallow as I tried to do as he said, hoping the aisle stayed empty. When I managed to take them off, I would hand my panties to him and he’d slip them into his pocket. Now, when I bent over, he was able to reach right under my skirt and rub my pussy. He loved feeling how hot and wet I was from the entire ordeal. Knowing that at any moment some random guy could walk by and see me bent over, with my ass and pussy on display for the world to see. By the time we finished getting through the checkout counter and got home, we normally ended up dropping the groceries on the floor and we’d rush upstairs to have the hottest and most passionate sex imaginable.


Six years have passed since then; we now have a beautiful daughter and, surprisingly enough, I still have my body. I’m very slender, with a pretty nice set of supple C-cup breasts, as well as a mean of lush, dirty blond hair. I was a cheerleader in high school, and I still look like one, even if I pass more for a college one these days.

Ever since having a child, we haven’t really had much of a chance to have any more of our ‘adventures’; our sex life was okay to say the least. We just didn’t have that thrill we used to have in the early days, and I longed to bring it back somehow.

One day I was in the kitchen, remembering how much I used to get off on being teased in public. We still had fun when we had the time and energy, but maybe that’s why I miss the really fun times. I didn’t feel like I was getting enough excitement.

I went out to check on Daniel, who was napping on the couch. I tried to wake him up, to see if he wanted to go grocery shopping with me, but he didn’t want to get up, so he ignored me and rolled over. Shrugging, I went back to the kitchen to continue my private fantasizing.

After a short while, it became too much. I had a longing to feel that humiliation. Our daughter was at school, so I went upstairs to change. I nervously rummaged through my clothes to find my mini skirt and tiny t-shirt. I found Daniel’s favorite thongs, red lace with tiny bows on the front and back, and slipped them on. I grabbed my keys and walked out the door, leaving my husband sleeping obliviously on the couch.

As I started up the minivan, I realized I was starting to get wet just thinking about how many men would be staring at me again. I arrived at the store, and grabbing a cart, I pushed it inside, anot noticed there were already several men staring at me. I could feel their eyes moving up my thighs to the hint of my ass peeking out of my short skirt. It sent a shiver up my spine, the kind I haven’t felt in years, and I loved it.

As I started to slowly move through each aisle, I saw younger men stop at the end of the aisles trying to inconspicuously check me out. Part of me hoped that one of these boys would have the balls to walk up to me and use me in the way my husband used to.

Right then, as if someone heard my naughty thoughts, someone appeared behind me. I turned to face a tall, strange man and was shocked by how handsome he was. He had a face meant for movies and long, dark hair tied back into a ponytail. He wore nice-looking dark clothes, and was obviously older than some of the boys who kept staring at me, but still young, no more than a few years older than me.

“You must be looking for a little excitement, aren’t you?” He had such a deep, sexy voice.

I stammered at his question, “I-I’m just shopping for food.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that.

“No one dresses like that just to get ‘food’,” He crossed his arms, speaking like he could see right through me. “Why don’t I shop with you?”

Did I want him to shop with me? Hell yes, I did! “I, uh…” I glanced down at the end of the aisle to the boys staring me down from a distance. He turned to look at them, then back at me. “Are you worried about them?”

He shot his eyes straight at them, his voice raising loud enough for them to hear. “Hey! What the fuck are you looking at?” They immediately averted their gaze from me and walk away. The man looked back at me and gave me a smirk, pushing his cart next to mine. He introduced himself as Gabriel, and we chatted for a while; he was very charming.

We got to the dressing aisle when he spoke again, “Could you grab some vinegar for me?”

I looked to the shelves on my side and found the vinegar on the bottom shelf. As I bent over to pick it up, I nearly jumped with a squeal as I felt his hand caress the back of my thigh. His fingers much softer than I imagined they would be, and obviously experienced. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me to send shivers up my spine and back down to my already wet pussy. His fingers moved slowly up my thigh and under my skirt to cup one of my butt cheeks. He squeezed it gently and I found myself frozen, blushing and feeling embarrassed. I couldn’t bring myself to stand up straight again until he finally released his grip on my butt. I straightened myself and released a long, staggering sigh of relief. I shyly looked around to see if anyone was watching.

“Take off your panties.” His voice was low

“What?” I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right.

He leaned in close to me and spoke again, more intently. “Take off your panties and give them to me.”

The demand shocked me and I blushed a deep red. Part of me wanted to just slap him in the face, but a larger part of me yearned to give in and do what he wanted. I quickly shot a look around again, and slipped out of my panties. I hesitated for a moment before I finally held them out to him. I could feel my juices on the fabric and felt a slight embarrassed as he took them. I knew he would feel the wet fabric as well. He sniffed them quickly before stuffing his new treasure in his pocket.

We finished our shopping and went up to the checkout counter. He followed me out the door and to my minivan. I intentionally parked it in an enclosed space to keep it out of sight, and I opened the back door to start moving my bags into the back. Each time I leaned in to set them down, Gabriel’s hands would reach back under my skirt to feel me up again. He even got so bold as to use his finger to rub against my soaking pussy. I let out little moans with each movement of his hands; he had driven me insane, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I packed away the last bag and shut the back door. Walking around, I opened the sliding side-door and crawled into the seat, turning on my back, and spread my legs. Gabriel just stood there, looking at my longing pussy. I was desperate now. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

Gabriel didn’t react at first. He just climbed inside and sat next to me, so close to my aching pussy. He paused before speaking. “Are you sure you want this, Dawn?”

I wanted him with a passion I haven’t felt in years. “Yes, please fuck me.”

He paused again, but only for a moment. The anticipation was driving me insane and he probably knew it, too. He finally unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs. He was getting sexier by the moment. He began to undo his pants and take out his massive cock. After his pants came off, he grabbed my knees, pulling me closer to him; he didn’t make me wait to feel him and slid his dick into my soaking pussy. As he started to stretch my pussy, I struggled not to yell out in pleasure: I don’t want anyone passing by to know I am getting fucked in a parking lot by a complete stranger.

He thrust into me and I felt a pleasure like never before. I had been humiliated, embarrassed, touched by forbidden hands, and was now receiving the fucking that I missed so much. It pushed me over the edge, and I came way too quickly. My body tensed up, legs trying to close as my pussy clenched hard around Gabriel’s cock. He held my legs apart and kept moving inside me, regardless of my orgasm. His cock felt as though it was getting thicker by the second and was almost too incredible for me to handle.

After what felt like hours of passionate fucking, I can finally felt his hard member begin to grow rigid. I clenched around him once more before he tensed up and shot a huge load deep inside of me as I clutched the sides of the seat. My knuckles turned white, and my chest began to shake as I struggled to breathe.

To my surprise, he didn’t collapse, cuddle, or try to be sweet. Instead, he pulled out of me, re-dressed himself, and stepped out of my van.

I did my best to sit up and compose myself, and we said our goodbyes as I put my key in the ignition. As I pulled out of the parking lot, he just stood there, watching me, and pulled my panties out of his pocket. As he held them in the air, I swore. Shit! How on earth was I going to explain to Daniel how I lost his favorite pair of thongs!


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  1 comment for “Clean up on aisle… Damn

  1. Raeynared
    October 1, 2016 at 6:52 pm

    Gives new meaning to “stopping at the store for some milk.” Nice story.


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