Sexy Shopping

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Sexy ShoppingI wasn’t planning on anything to happen that day, just to drop in at the local super market for a few things.It was a hot day so there was lots of bare flesh on display, most of it not worth looking at. But hey ho people are free to display themselves and good luck to them.I was wheeling my trolley here and there about half way done there and at the end of the aisle I thought I spotted something. She just turned out of the end and I hoped she might be coming towards me in the next lane. No luck, nor in the next. I thought she may be at the end looking so I rushed through… gone. I looked down the next aisle and sure enough there she was.I haven’t seen such a sight in years. I could only see her from behind but heavens above what a picture. Slim but not a waif. A knee length tan summer dress, just outlining her figure beautifully. Shoulder length free flowing wavy hair. Gorgeously shapely legs…. but most sensually the dress contoured her buttocks; it was if you could almost see them. As she moved each cheek came into focus. And more, there was a tantalising hint of her thong. It was sufficiently pronounced through the material to leave no doubt that the string part was deep between her cheeks, but not so pronounced to be indelicate. She was a vision of a dream, from behind.I had to somehow get the other side of her to make sure her face was just as complimentary.I obviously wanted to be casual but not lose her. She moved on, her dress dancing about her body caressing each contour; in all my years I had never before seen such sex on legs. Finally I had a chance to view her from the front, just by the breakfast cereal. I needed cereal and by a fluke she was looking at exactly what I needed on a high shelf. I wanted posh muesli and apparently so did she. I saw her in profile and it was good, very good, very good indeed. ‘That’s the one I have’ I said casual as you like, ‘it’s very good, and it’s apparently good for you.’‘Yes I know, I have it too but was wondering whether to have a fruit or nutty one for a change.’She spoke beautifully, her teeth were straight as you like and her eyes sparkled. I couldn’t easily judge her age, something between mid 20s to mid 30sperhaps depending on how lucky she was. In any event about half my age, give or take a bit.I was instantly and insanely besotted!She was in no hurry to pick her breakfast. She looked at me, smiled, and asked my advice. What did I think? Heavens I hadn’t anticipated getting into a discussion, I just came for a look.Well we mused about it for a few moments and both decided fruit was probably best and she went on her way. Luckily for me we bumped into each other at the biscuits and I decided to chance my arm a little.I hoped something staggeringly corny and sickly sweet might just work.‘I bet you are about half my age,’ I said, and she smiled kindly, ‘so I can take advantage of my age and tell you that you are surely the loveliest woman I have ever seen in a supermarket,’ she smiled rather more her beautifully straight, perfectly white teeth dazzling me, tuzla eve gelen escort ‘and possibly ever the most beautiful I have ever seen, anywhere.’She reached forward and touched my arm lightly, ‘you are just being far too kind. I am really quite ordinary.’‘My dear’ I said in a mock authoritarian way so she would be sure I wasn’t being ‘sexist’ (heaven forbid I would be thought of as not PC), ‘I have been around an awfully long time now and I can assure you I do like looking at all the pretty girls,’ I rolled my eyes and raised my eyebrows in what I hoped was a comedic way, ‘and I can assure you, I can absolutely, 100% assure you, I am an expert on such matters and you are amongst the finest I have ever seen. If I was thirty years younger I would be chasing you round the aisles right now.’ She laughed and touched my arm again, I thought maybe I am in with a chance after all, one more touch and I would attempt to go a bit further….‘I suspect that if you would have chased me, I would have run slowly to make sure you caught me.’Ooh, this was an unexpected turn. Was it just humouring me flirtation or was it an invitation to open negotiation for the next step.‘I am not quite so fast nowadays as I was then, if I decided to chase you now, you would have to walk quite slowly to let me catch up.’And she touched my arm again and whispered, ‘we are standing still, you have already caught me,’ and winked playfully.Well, well, well. This was surely an invitation, or was I being foolish? Only one way to find out…I laid my cards on the table and told her I was a simple man and couldn’t always follow women’s logic, I said that I had been bored at work and decided to take the afternoon off and if she liked we could have tea together that very afternoon, perhaps at her place and if I was overstepping the mark….. I held out my hand…. she could slap my wrist and walk away and I would just have to dream about what might have been.‘You’re sweet, tea at my place sounds, enchanting; shall we buy scones and cream?’The day was not turning out as I expected, it was certainly likely to be rather more exciting than buying groceries!So we got the tea time treats and went to her place and had tea and scones and then things took a turn for the more interesting.There was an embarrassed silence and I thought I ought to make the first move and suggested we dance. ‘There’s no music’ she said, so I hummed a tune and stood and held my hand out for her to join me. She took my hand gingerly and I put my arms round her and held her close and we shuffled a silly nervous dance as I hummed.Well, nothing ventured and all that, I risked a light kiss on her neck and she purred. I kissed her ear and she purred some more. I put my hands on her bum and she giggled, ‘you are a fast worker.’ To which I rather pithily replied, ‘at my age you have to move quickly because the moment may pass before you able to move again.’ or some such rubbish like that.She chastised me for mention my age and told me I was simply adorable and sexy.And tuzla otele gelen escort squeezing both cheeks of her glorious bottom I placed my lips to hers and her mouth opened, just a little, so I sucked her top lip lightly and flicked my tongue across it and she kissed back.I suggested to her that a dwelling like this was bound to have a bedroom, when you get to my age you come to realise these things follow a pattern, and perhaps we might be more comfortable in there. And she took my hand and led me to her room, where I took her in my arms more greedily and kissed her with more passion. She melted into my embrace and surrendered herself.I took the hem of her dress and lifted it, she raised her arms, it came off in a single movement like in a Hollywood film. I wasted not a moment more than I had to and got my arms around her and unhooked the garment that was holding her breasts. Once released I placed the flats of my palms on each one and delicately caressed them. She was smiling as I did this. I told her to remove her thong, the one I had seen through her dress in the supermarket, and to be fair which other one could it have been? And she slipped it off. I stood back to look at her now completely naked but for her sandals. The hair between her legs was trimmed short but not shaved or shaped. I wanted to put my hand straight between her legs and ram my fingers into her tunnel of love but I sensed she wanted to go more slowly so I told her to take off her shoes and lie, front down, on the bed. I had the idea of kissing and caressing the backs of her legs and back and shoulders, before kissing her beautiful arse cheeks.But she changed my plans.‘I have sexy shoes’ she suggested, ‘men often seem to like that, having a woman just wearing sexy shoes. I could show you if you like.’ I hadn’t expected that and I said it was a good idea. She produced a pair of high heel gold strappy sandals more suited to the 70s than the second decade of the new millennium. When she put them on and was nearly as tall as me.The shoes transformed her behaviour. From sweet and innocent she became a wanton dirty slut. It was amazing, magic and almost a dream come true.She sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back and slowly opened her legs wide. She took charge at this point and commanded me to use my mouth on her lower pips. I kneeled and obliged. I pushed her back so she was actually lying on the bed but her legs over the edge. I licked and probed her with my tongue. I pushed my fingers in and licked her clit and she was moaning. She moaned a lot louder when I let my tongue slip between the cheeks of her delectable back side. My tongue pushed and pushed at the hole of her rear passage, and she was going wild. I moved my mouth to her clit but started working my index finger into her wet rear passage. The muscles never offered much resistance and I let my finger go in all the way. I worked more on her rear opening and tried to get a second finger in. She didn’t seem quite so compliant with this but nonetheless tuzla sınırsız escort I eventually managed to get a second digit into her back passage and started pumping in and out. She came in a sudden rush.I was still fully clothed. I removed my fingers and quickly removed everything I was wearing. I climbed on the bed, flipped her over and took her from behind. I called her all the names under the sun and drove into her as hard as I possibly could manage. She was gasping and urging me to do it harder still. She started driving back to meet my thrusts, she was really a very smutty little pup. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, I was way too excited, but I really wanted the pleasure of having her on her back too. I withdrew, roughly turned her over; I had to show I was in charge and plunged back into her missionary style. I was thrilled to be able to watch her face as we fucked. She was gorgeous, she was really hot and wrapped her legs right round me, locking her ankles together and I could feel the heels and buckles of her shoes biting into me. The pain was exquisite.I stopped for a moment; her eyes were closed but I wanted her to look at me.‘You dirty little adulterous slut’ was the best I could manage, ‘fucking another woman’s husband whilst he should be at work. What sort of worthless whore are you…’ her eyes opened wide, she knew what I wanted, and she smiled at me with a delighted look. She unlocked her feet and placed them on the bed, she started riding me from underneath, her hips pushing up and gyrating, withdrawing as best she could and then driving herself onto me again. The sensation of pleasure coursing through my body was quite unbelievable.‘Dirty whore,’ I pushed in to meet her thrusts, ‘dirty little cock loving fuck slut.’And she knew her role, ‘I love opening my legs for married men… come on fuck me harder whilst you have the chance.’‘You dirty little cunt,’ and I hurled myself into her over and over as hard as I could manage. This was no longer making love as a sensual beautiful activity, it base a****listic lust taking over.And each insult I barked at her made her push back harder; I was loving her reaction. I really couldn’t last, I spurted into her hole, and even though she hadn’t herself come during the fucking she dug her nails into me and kissed me as I squirted my juice into her.I stayed in her as long as I could but when I rolled off I told her not to clean up, ‘let it dribble out naturally.’ She wasn’t so keen on this but still did it. And I gasped and was sweating from my heroic efforts.When we had bother cooled down a little she said she liked being cast in the role of ‘the other woman.’ No strings sex and like grand c***dren, you can hand back the man, no dirty washing or sharing the bathroom. She said she had seen in the supermarket and thought I looked sexy in my suit. She had hoped we might bump into each other and when I started chatting to her, she said she had started to feel a tingle inside and hoped we might go a bit further. She hadn’t expected to end up in bed so fast but it was nice, really nice and maybe…. maybe we could do it again, one day soon. And we agreed to meet again.However, she was so sexy and so close and had been stroking me all the time we were talking, and I was becoming rather amorous again, and suggested we do it again now, whilst the passion reigned hot. And we did.

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