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The afternoon was…sultry. The warm, humid August air would have been oppressive, but a gentle breeze was rustling the leaves, taking the edge off. Gathering clouds helped block the sun but promised a summer thunderstorm would be rolling through in the next few hours. The weekend had nearly gotten past her, and she still had a week’s worth of grocery shopping to get through. "At least it won’t be crowded," she sighed, gathering her list and bags. She hated shopping, but you have to eat. Walking out onto the street she couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. The recent heat-wave had her wearing skirts and tank tops, and the exposed skin was drawing noticeable attention. Did they have to stare? Not that she minded – it was exciting in a way. But still, it would be nice to walk in peace. A few short blocks later the grocer’s air conditioning was more than welcome, though they might have overdone it. The glow of sweat on her skin momentarily turned to a shiver and she felt her nipples harden against her shirt. Outside it was far too hot for a bra, but in here was a whole other story. Cooling sweat made the fabric cling and her nipples were clearly visible. Sunday afternoon at the grocery store, she’d probably give one of the elderly men a heart attack looking like this, and if they knew she wasn’t wearing any panties under her skirt, it would pretty much seal the deal. And they were everywhere. She always seemed to forget that the grocery store was swamped with old people on Sunday afternoons. They would mill around, forget what they were looking for, and generally get in the way. What should have been a quick 20-minute shop would now easily take 45 and she hoped to get home before the rain. Working down the list and the aisles, she tried to keep her patience while avoiding the many slow-moving obstacles. Rounding a corner she nearly ran into someone and was forced to stop short. She pursed her lips in frustration, but as she looked up her expression softened. She had expected another Social Security recipient but was pleasantly surprised by an attractive guy only a few years older than she. "Oh…excuse me…sorry," she blushed. "No, no, my fault," he replied with a flash of a smile. There was an awkward shuffle as they tried to walk past each other – left, then right, then left again, but they smiled nervously and figured it out. Five paces later she looked back and saw he had done the same. This time she laughed coquettishly and continued on her way. "What’s the harm in a little flirting?" she thought. When she saw him at the end of the next aisle, she realized they must be taking opposite paths through the store. She got an idea with a thrill, but there were only two aisles left and no chance to hesitate. As they passed she slowed and touched him forearm. "Excuse me. Could you reach the…" She paused, trying to pick something – anything – from the top shelf. "The olive oil?" "Sure thing." As he reached up, she stepped just close enough to breathe in his scent. It was rich and natural, not overpowering and canned like some frat boy body spray. She closed her eyes for a moment and could imagine being held in his arms, surrounded by that smell. When she opened them his deep blue eyes were not six inches from her own. "Here you go." He practically whispered it. "Thanks…" Her voice trailed off and she bit the corner of her lower lip. He handed her the bottle and walked off, leaving her in disbelief at the intensity of such a simple exchange. There was just something about him. She caught her breath, gathered her thoughts and her things, and continued with her shopping. When she saw him at the end of the next aisle, a tingle emanated from her nipples, rippling through her body, but this time it wasn’t the cold. By chance there was no one else around and she was seized by a sudden audacity. She turned around and bent at the waist to get something from the bottom shelf. She could feel his eyes on her so she arched her back, raising her ass just enough to reveal the bareness under her skirt. A can dropped down the aisle and her suspicions were confirmed. Her heart pounded and her mind raced. "What am I doing?" she thought, but her growing wetness explained everything. As they passed she feigned shyness and lowered her eyes, taking the opportunity to check out his obvious bulge. She let out a ragged sigh, knowing he was just as turned on, and still wondering what she was getting herself into. She wrapped up her shopping and made her way up to the checkout. Apparently his list was a little longer because she spied him arriving at another register as she was leaving the store. A final glance back and she was once again in the stifling heat. An eerie calm has replaced the gentle breeze and the clouds had taken on a menacing hue. The skies would surely open up any minute. Her mind was still swimming. "What came over me?" She felt a little ashamed of her exhibitionism, yet she kept glancing over her shoulder, hoping to see him behind her. Just when she had given up looking, she spotted him rounding the corner in front of her. "He must have come the other way!" They locked eyes but kept walking. The rush of blood in her ears drowned out the sound of traffic. Her other senses were heightening by the second and her mind was going too fast to complete a thought. When he was just fifteen feet away her subconscious took over and she turned down an alleyway. Before she realized what she had done, she heard the crumple of grocery bags dropping. An orange rolled past her and she turned around to trace its origin. The look of lust in his eyes was almost terrifying and her knees started to go weak. She felt her grocery bags slip from her fingers and he was upon her before they hit the ground. With one hand on her hip and the other behind her head, he pressed her into the brick wall with complete control. The impact forced a little burst of air to escape her mouth with an "ooh", leaving her mouth just slightly open. His breath was hot on her face and his fingertips pressed into her skin. "What are you..." she got out before he swallowed her words with a kiss. It was hard and insistent at first, but his lips softened as she opened hers and reciprocated. She closed her eyes and melted into it, let herself get lost in the moment. Their tongues danced between their mouths and he seemed to anticipate her every move. A clap of thunder brought her back to reality. She put a hand on his chest and tried to push, but he pressed his whole body against hers, clenched her hair tighter, and forced her to look up towards the stormy skies. He kissed, licked and bit his way from her ear, down her neck to her collarbone. Each spot he touched sent lightning streaks of pleasure racing through her skin. She could hear herself moaning and sighing, but it felt like she was listening to someone else. When he paused even a moment she whimpered for him to continue. The slickness she felt in the store was nothing compared to the dripping wetness now and her pussy was beginning to ache for him to fill it. Her mind was taking a back seat and her body’s instincts seemed to be taking over. Her hands roamed his body, exploring the lines of his back, the firmness of his shoulders and forearms, his taut stomach. When her hand dipped lower and she tried to cup his bulge, he let out a low, guttural moan. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling. The bulge she had seen in the store was nothing compared to the massive erection now straining against his pants. A wave of desire washed over her and she felt an even deeper need inside her. She frantically undid his belt, opened his pants, and let his eight inches spring out. When she grabbed him and started to stroke his length, she could feel his body respond and his demeanor change. In a single motion he pulled away and pressed her down on her knees. She grabbed his thighs to steady herself and before she knew it he had thrust himself to the back of her throat, his hand on the back of her head holding her in place. A flash of lightning and another clap of thunder brought a moment of clarity and she realized no one would bother looking down the alleyway in their rush to get home before the storm. Air! She needed air! He was still filling her mouth, pressing the back of her throat, so she pushed him away with a gasp. "Oh my god! You’re h-," but his saliva-slicked cock was already sliding in and out, gurgling when it got to the back of her throat, popping when it got to her lips. He held her by the hair on either side of her head, fucking her mouth, moving her to meet his thrusting hips. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of the ridge of his tip sliding along her tongue. She reached between her legs and rubbed circles around her clit, pressing two fingers up into her now drenched pussy, curling them to stroke the front wall. Long strings of her saliva now leaked out the corners of her mouth and she realized he was no longer thrusting. Her lust had fully taken over and now she was willingly taking him deep into her throat. She didn’t want him. She needed him. Her fingers just weren’t going to cut it – she had to have all of him inside her, stretching her out, making her feel so full and complete. As if he could read her very thoughts, he pulled her up by the arm and once again pressed her against the rough brick wall. A shudder ran through her body as his fingertips traced the wetness that had dripped down her inner thigh. The closer he got, the slower he went, stretching the anticipation to the point of agony. She lost awareness of anything but their two bodies. His pelvis pressed against her right hip. His left hand once again clenched the hair on the back of her head. The rising wind caressing her stomach and thighs, swirling under her skirt and feeling cool against her wet, shaven lips. When his fingers finally got there, they both went weak: she with pleasure and he with anticipation. He positioned himself in front of her, curled her left leg up around him, and ran the tip along the length of her slit. His pre-cum mixed with her juices to form an exquisite slickness that drew a moan from both their mouths. He positioned himself at the opening and paused. "Please..." she moaned, but the desire in her eyes already told him everything he needed to know. He kissed her deeply and began pressing himself into her. Inch by inch he worked himself deeper, feeling her tight pussy stretch to accommodate his size, until he could go no further. She drew staccato breaths as she adjusted to the sensations. It felt like he filled her up to her rib cage. Just as slowly as he thrust in, he withdrew until just the very tip remained inside, then started the process over again, picking up speed each time until he was fucking her with an intensity she had only dreamed of before. The bricks were scratching at her back but she didn’t even notice. Couldn’t have noticed. The pleasure bordered on pain and she could barely breathe. She didn’t realize she was digging her fingernails into his back until he grabbed her arms and pinned them against the wall over her head. Waves of heat were radiating off their bodies. Sweat was dripping from their chins and her cum was dripping down off his balls. A strange sound rose up like a highway off in the distance. They reluctantly slowed and eventually stopped, trying to figure out this mysterious intrusion on their tryst. They looked to the sky just in time to see the storm front pass over them, a terrific squall that blotted out buildings in its path. Sporadic drops began to fall around them followed shortly by sheets of rain. In a moment they were drenched, clothes soaked through, and laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. Their bodies wouldn’t stand for any more distraction, though, and he resumed fucking her with renewed intensity. The rain washed away the heat and sweat and any doubt and all that was left was their raw passion. He pulled out, spun her around, and entered her from behind. Her rain-matted hair stuck to her face, the grit from the wall was staining her shirt where her chest pressed against it, and they were now standing in mud. She didn’t care. Waves of tension and pleasure were building inside her. He was filling her up and hitting all the right spots and she could only take it so much longer. The rhythm of his thrusts was starting to get erratic. He would go hard enough that she could feel his balls slap up against her, then nearly stop. "I’m…I’m so close…" he sputtered. "Me, too. Keep going. I want to feel you cum inside me. Keep going!" He picked up speed, thrusting deep inside her, making sure to run the tip along the front wall on the way in and out. When he thought he couldn’t take anymore, she gasped and tensed her body. Her pussy clamped down on him, rhythmically squeezing and sending him over the edge. He paused for an instant then pumped shot after shot of his cum up inside her. When he finally withdrew, their combined fluids oozed out, running down her thighs and dripping to the ground. She was utterly spent. All her energy had gone into ecstatic pleasure and now she could barely peel herself from the wall. He fastened his pants, gathered his groceries, kissed her on the cheek and sauntered away.
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