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03/08/2009
Hi, I’m Dan. I’m 40 years old and my wife, Vicky, is 29. We’ve been married 4 years. To say our sex life is awesome would be an understatement. Vicky is a 5’4”, 115 pound blonde and beautiful by any standard. We dated for almost a year before we got married. We weren’t dating very long before I realized that Vicky was a “closet” exhibitionist. I call her that because she likes to show off her body, all of her body, but usually not in a completely public way.
For example, she wears short skirts, usually 3 or 4 inches above her knee. She has great legs and she knows it. If she wears hose, it is always thigh-highs, so when she sits down the skirt rides up above her stockings showing at least a little bare skin above the dark elastic bands at the top of the stockings. She knows guys see her bare thighs and she likes it. So do I.
We love to play games. Sometimes we’ll go out and she’ll wear one of her short skirts with no underwear so men can get a quick glimpse of her pussy. Or, we’ll have sex in the car when we get home and she’ll walk up the front walk and into the house completely naked. But one of her favorite and most frequent games is to ride around in the car at night without any clothes on. She says she loves that people drive by without knowing she is naked in the car next to them. She keeps a large towel or small blanket in the front seat with her in case a family with children stops at the light next to us.
Two years ago for Christmas, Vicky wanted a new rain coat for work. She even took me to Kohl’s to point out the exact type and color she wanted. Naturally, I wanted to get it for her. It’s a bright red rain coat made out of a leather-like vinyl. Instead of buttons, it has a sash-belt that you tie around the coat after wrapping it around you. It falls just above the knee. Well, at least it would, had I bought the right size. Unfortunately, I bought it several sizes too small. Hey, I’m a man…small, medium, and large is as far as we go. Women clothing sizes are a complete mystery to us.
On Christmas morning she was delighted with the new rain coat and tried it on right away. I could see her disappointment when she saw that it was too small. It barely wrapped around her and didn’t easily stay closed when she tied the belt. It also fell almost 4 inches above the knee. She said, she’d have to take it back to exchange it and I said that I understood. I felt terrible that I had screwed up her Christmas gift so badly.
As I said before, Vicky is beautiful, sexy, and quite the lover. Almost the perfect woman -- almost. But she is likely the biggest procrastinator in the world. So the coat never was returned. The first morning of bad weather she wrapped the rain coat around her and headed off to the office. She kept the coat and made do with the smaller size -- and never complained.
One night we decided to take one of our drives into town. It was raining, so she took her rain coat with her, rather than a towel. Our neighbor across the street seemed to be having some sort of family affair, with people coming and going, so she wrapped the rain coat around her and wore her flip flops on her feet as we walked out to the car. A block away, she took the coat off , exposing her creamy white skin, rosy red nipples, and that perfect pink pussy to me and the world…should anyone decide to look into our car as we passed under the street lamps.
We drove around for 2 or 3 hours. Sometimes, I’d reach over and play with her, running my fingers up and down her pussy or slowly rubbing her clit until she started to moan. Then I’d stop, to keep her from coming too soon. Other times she’d play with herself, shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy, then licking each finger dry like she had just eaten a piece of fried chicken. Sometimes she’d use one finger, starting out slowly but quickly working herself up to a frantic, fevered pitch. Later, she’d use three or four fingers, pushing them hard and slow into her, thrusting her hips upward as far as she could while restrained by the seat belt. Yes, we’re kinky, but safe.
When it got close to 11 PM we decided to head for home. As we passed a 24 hour supermarket, Vicky mentioned that we needed some milk, bread, and eggs if we wanted to have any breakfast in the morning. She said that would hold us over until she did the weekly grocery shopping the next day. I pulled into the front row of the market parking lot near the far end of the store, away from the door. Because of the lights at the front of the store, Vicky pulled her rain coat over her and waited for me to get out of the car. I didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” she asked, “Do you need money?”
“No”, I said, “But I have an idea.” She looked at me, waiting for an explanation.
“How about if you get the groceries”, I smiled. “In fact, you can just do the weekly shopping while we’re here.”
She laughed. “What, in my rain coat?”
“Yes”, I said, “In your rain coat and flip flops.”
She looked in the store window at the few late night shoppers. Then she looked around the parking lot. I suppose she was calculating the number of people in the store.
“Dare you”, I said. She almost never backs down on a dare, a trait that has caused us more than one adventure in our 5 years together.
“Are you coming in, too?” she asked.
“Oh, I’ll come in after you, but we aren’t together. You’re on your own, tonight”, I said.
She looked at the cars in the parking lot one more time. “Give me your debit card”, she demanded. “I didn’t bring my purse.”
I handed her the debit card for our joint checking account. She put it into the rain coat pocket, pulled the coat around her as tight as she could and opened the car door.
“You better have bail money, too”, she laughed. Then she stepped out of the car, closed the door, and walked into the supermarket.
My cock was so hard, I wasn’t sure I could get out of the car. I waited about 5 or 10 minutes to give her time to start making her rounds through the aisles, slowing rubbing my crouch as I thought about her walking around the market in just her rain coat – that tight, too small red rain coat that doesn’t want to stay closed. Damn I was horny!
Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I got out of the car, ran through the sprinkling rain into the market, and grabbed one of the smaller carts. I started walking up the first aisle, ostensibly looking for some needed product, but really trying to spot Vicky. By the way, if you guys don’t know it, you can walk through a supermarket for hours acting like you’re hunting for something while you’re really checking out all the women shopping. No one expects us men to have any idea where things are in a supermarket. And usually, they’re right.
I got to the end of the first aisle, which was stocked with cookies, crackers, and candy. As I came around the end of the aisle near the rear of the store, there was Vicky, looking at the packaged meats in the meat cooler. She already had a few items in her cart. She was actually doing the weekly shopping. I thought I’d squirt right through my jeans onto the glass front of the closed meat counter. That would give them something to talk about when they returned in the morning.
Most late night supermarket shoppers fall into three categories. Some old people, who shop at night because they don’t like the crowds during the day and probably don’t sleep well at night anyhow. A few women, most of whom are just grabbing a couple of items for the next morning and rush from one aisle to the next to get home as soon as possible. And lonely guys, who have no one at home and nothing to do at night, so they take care of buying their groceries rather than sit at home watching “Cinemax After Dark”.
One of these guys was now approaching Vicky. I was pretty sure he had spotted her before and was casually following her around the store. After all, the rain coat was short and she was beautiful, so, Hell, I can’t blame the guy. He walked up behind her and said something to her. I couldn’t hear what, but she turned around to face him. When she did, she saw me farther down the back aisle of the store. She smiled at the guy. The best I could make out, he was asking her something about some packaged meat that he pointed to in his cart. Maybe he was looking for a good pork chop recipe.
Whatever he said, after she noticed me, Vicky decided to play. She reached into the guy’s cart and removed the package of meat. She talked him into following her back to where he got the meat and she put it back. As she walked, I could see the bottom of the rain coat opened slightly, exposing a lot of leg. Enough leg to show that she wasn’t wearing a skirt under there – maybe shorts, but not a skirt. She grabbed another package of meat, showing him the label and explaining something about the product. As she did, she pressed her shoulder against the guy’s shoulder. I could almost see the blood rushing from his brain to his dick.
Vicky walked the guy back to his cart and put the package in it. Then the two of them started around the store, shopping together. As she talked, he definitely was checking her out. And it was obvious he liked what he saw. Vicky made a point of grabbing things from the top shelf, then putting them back. At her height, reaching up like that lifted that rain coat to the bottom edge of her ass cheeks. It also kept slowly loosening the rain coat belt. It didn’t stay closed very well anyhow and now it looked like it wouldn’t make it to the next aisle.
They turned down the aisle with the baking goods. I followed about half an aisle behind, trying to look like another lonely guy doing some late night grocery shopping. With my wife now shopping with another man, it wasn’t a hard act to pull off. Besides, he wasn’t paying any attention to me. His eyes were glued on Vicky. And Vicky was beginning to let him see more than rain coat.
When she got to the flour section, she squatted down to look at the 5 pound bags of flour on the bottom shelf. She took her time, comparing the different brands and their prices. The bottom of the rain coat now draped down the side of her thigh. He may not have seen her pussy yet, but he was getting one Hell of a view of her upper thigh – pretty much all the way to the top of her leg. At this point his imagination must be raging like Hell. It was already obvious she didn’t have a skirt on – now it looked unlikely she was wearing shorts, either. Panties were still an option, but I know how guys think. He was convinced she was naked under that rain coat. And although he didn’t know it yet, he was right.
After talking their way though a few more aisles, they came to the produce section. I came around the other side of the produce aisle after getting some shaving supplies. The top of the rain coat had opened quite a bit by now, too. Vicky was showing enough cleavage to confirm the fact that she wasn’t wearing a top. As the guy walked around one of the apple displays, I could see the bulge in his pants. If he wasn’t careful, he might get stopped on the way out of the store for stealing zucchini!
Vicky made her final purchase – a watermelon. A whole watermelon. She picked it up, held it in both hands and walked back to her cart that she left with her friend at the apple display. Before she turned around I could see that she wasn’t hiding anything anymore. Lifting the watermelon had pulled the rain coat belt enough that she was showing about a 2 inch gap all the way down the coat. You could see between her breasts, her navel, the little butterfly tattoo she had just above her clit, and the perfectly shaved little pussy between her legs. With the watermelon in both hands, she couldn’t even pull the coat closed if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.
When she got to her cart, her new-found friend took the watermelon from her and laid it in her cart. He didn’t say a word. His eyes were fixated on her pussy and she made no move to hide it. When she started to push her cart, he grabbed his cart, and then she pulled the coat closed before turning toward the checkout stands. He followed right behind her.
I walked past them to the far end where the self-service checkouts are located. I took my time running my razors and shaving cream through the scanner. I had to pay in cash, since Vicky had my debit card. Still, I got done before the two of them. As I walked out the front door, I looked back and saw Vicky had finished checking out and was standing there waiting for her friend. Obviously she wasn’t finished playing yet.
Outside I walked around the corner of the store and waited. I was about 30 feet from the passenger side of our car. In a few minutes, Vicky and the guy came out. His car was closer to the door than ours, so Vicky waited while he put his bags in his front seat. Then the two of them walked over to our car and she opened the passenger side door. Fortunately, I had left the car unlocked.
The guy put all her bags on the floor in the car and took her cart back to the cart corral. She waited for him. As he walked towards the cart corral, I let her see me at the corner of the building. She smiled. When the guy came back, they talked for a little. I saw him write something on a card and give to her. Then he put his arms around her and kissed her. Vicky didn’t flinch. As she kissed him she pulled her rain coat open, completely open. He started rubbing her breasts. Then he sucked on them as he moved his hand down to her pussy. I could tell by the way he slipped his fingers into her that she was already wet. She was moaning as he sucked her nipples and finger fucked her right in front of the supermarket.
I almost gasped out loud when I saw what happened next. He slid down her body with his tongue and started licking her pussy. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it over his shoulder. She leaned back against the car, with one hand pinching her left nipple and the other on the back of his head, pushing him hard against her pussy. She was beyond moaning. She was making loud, groaning sounds, punctuated with high pitched cries. I watched my wife letting a total stranger eat her pussy in front of the supermarket. She hadn’t been kidding about the bail money!
She pulled his head away from her crotch and pulled him up to a standing position. Then, ripping at his pants with both hands, she pulled his cock out of his pants and dropped to her knees. Now he had his hands on the back of her head and was shoving his cock down her throat. She was taking it all. I heard a little gagging from her, but she didn’t stop. She grabbed his now bare ass cheeks with both hands and jammed his cock hard into her mouth. Suddenly his body tensed and he let out a loud groan. His white cum was squirting out the sides of her mouth and running down her chin. This guy must not have gotten off in a month. I didn’t think he was ever going to stop.
But finally it all ended. Vicky stood up, white cum oozing out from her lips and kissed him hard and passionately. Her rain coat was completely open; it had slid halfway down her arms. His pants were down around his ankles and his now-limp dick was languishing in front of her, some white goo still dripping onto the parking lot blacktop.
They stopped kissing, but continued to hold each other. Some words were spoken. They both let out a small laugh. Then he kissed her again and pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. Vicky let her rain coat hang open. She grabbed him and kissed him one last time. He walked back to his car. Vicky pulled her rain coat around her and retied the belt. She opened the car door and rearranged the grocery bags so she could get in. A horn blew and she waved to the guy’s car leaving the parking lot. She crawled into the passenger’s seat and before closing the door called out, “You ready to go home, now?”
I walked over with my small bag of shaving supplies and put them in the back as I got into the driver’s seat. Vicky handed me my debit card. Then she stared straight out the front window. I started the car. Before I shifted into reverse I looked and her and asked, “What did he give you?”
She laughed.
“No, I mean beyond the obvious. He handed you some card.”
“He gave me his phone number”, she said, smiling.
I backed the car out of the space and put it into drive.
“You gonna call him?” I asked.
“Don’t know, yet”, she said, “But first we need to get you home and let you fuck me…HARD!”
I smiled as we drove out of the parking lot. Vicky took off her rain coat for the ride home. She walked to the front door naked.
Then I fucked her…HARD.
We left the groceries in the car.
For example, she wears short skirts, usually 3 or 4 inches above her knee. She has great legs and she knows it. If she wears hose, it is always thigh-highs, so when she sits down the skirt rides up above her stockings showing at least a little bare skin above the dark elastic bands at the top of the stockings. She knows guys see her bare thighs and she likes it. So do I.
We love to play games. Sometimes we’ll go out and she’ll wear one of her short skirts with no underwear so men can get a quick glimpse of her pussy. Or, we’ll have sex in the car when we get home and she’ll walk up the front walk and into the house completely naked. But one of her favorite and most frequent games is to ride around in the car at night without any clothes on. She says she loves that people drive by without knowing she is naked in the car next to them. She keeps a large towel or small blanket in the front seat with her in case a family with children stops at the light next to us.
Two years ago for Christmas, Vicky wanted a new rain coat for work. She even took me to Kohl’s to point out the exact type and color she wanted. Naturally, I wanted to get it for her. It’s a bright red rain coat made out of a leather-like vinyl. Instead of buttons, it has a sash-belt that you tie around the coat after wrapping it around you. It falls just above the knee. Well, at least it would, had I bought the right size. Unfortunately, I bought it several sizes too small. Hey, I’m a man…small, medium, and large is as far as we go. Women clothing sizes are a complete mystery to us.
On Christmas morning she was delighted with the new rain coat and tried it on right away. I could see her disappointment when she saw that it was too small. It barely wrapped around her and didn’t easily stay closed when she tied the belt. It also fell almost 4 inches above the knee. She said, she’d have to take it back to exchange it and I said that I understood. I felt terrible that I had screwed up her Christmas gift so badly.
As I said before, Vicky is beautiful, sexy, and quite the lover. Almost the perfect woman -- almost. But she is likely the biggest procrastinator in the world. So the coat never was returned. The first morning of bad weather she wrapped the rain coat around her and headed off to the office. She kept the coat and made do with the smaller size -- and never complained.
One night we decided to take one of our drives into town. It was raining, so she took her rain coat with her, rather than a towel. Our neighbor across the street seemed to be having some sort of family affair, with people coming and going, so she wrapped the rain coat around her and wore her flip flops on her feet as we walked out to the car. A block away, she took the coat off , exposing her creamy white skin, rosy red nipples, and that perfect pink pussy to me and the world…should anyone decide to look into our car as we passed under the street lamps.
We drove around for 2 or 3 hours. Sometimes, I’d reach over and play with her, running my fingers up and down her pussy or slowly rubbing her clit until she started to moan. Then I’d stop, to keep her from coming too soon. Other times she’d play with herself, shoving her fingers in and out of her pussy, then licking each finger dry like she had just eaten a piece of fried chicken. Sometimes she’d use one finger, starting out slowly but quickly working herself up to a frantic, fevered pitch. Later, she’d use three or four fingers, pushing them hard and slow into her, thrusting her hips upward as far as she could while restrained by the seat belt. Yes, we’re kinky, but safe.
When it got close to 11 PM we decided to head for home. As we passed a 24 hour supermarket, Vicky mentioned that we needed some milk, bread, and eggs if we wanted to have any breakfast in the morning. She said that would hold us over until she did the weekly grocery shopping the next day. I pulled into the front row of the market parking lot near the far end of the store, away from the door. Because of the lights at the front of the store, Vicky pulled her rain coat over her and waited for me to get out of the car. I didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” she asked, “Do you need money?”
“No”, I said, “But I have an idea.” She looked at me, waiting for an explanation.
“How about if you get the groceries”, I smiled. “In fact, you can just do the weekly shopping while we’re here.”
She laughed. “What, in my rain coat?”
“Yes”, I said, “In your rain coat and flip flops.”
She looked in the store window at the few late night shoppers. Then she looked around the parking lot. I suppose she was calculating the number of people in the store.
“Dare you”, I said. She almost never backs down on a dare, a trait that has caused us more than one adventure in our 5 years together.
“Are you coming in, too?” she asked.
“Oh, I’ll come in after you, but we aren’t together. You’re on your own, tonight”, I said.
She looked at the cars in the parking lot one more time. “Give me your debit card”, she demanded. “I didn’t bring my purse.”
I handed her the debit card for our joint checking account. She put it into the rain coat pocket, pulled the coat around her as tight as she could and opened the car door.
“You better have bail money, too”, she laughed. Then she stepped out of the car, closed the door, and walked into the supermarket.
My cock was so hard, I wasn’t sure I could get out of the car. I waited about 5 or 10 minutes to give her time to start making her rounds through the aisles, slowing rubbing my crouch as I thought about her walking around the market in just her rain coat – that tight, too small red rain coat that doesn’t want to stay closed. Damn I was horny!
Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I got out of the car, ran through the sprinkling rain into the market, and grabbed one of the smaller carts. I started walking up the first aisle, ostensibly looking for some needed product, but really trying to spot Vicky. By the way, if you guys don’t know it, you can walk through a supermarket for hours acting like you’re hunting for something while you’re really checking out all the women shopping. No one expects us men to have any idea where things are in a supermarket. And usually, they’re right.
I got to the end of the first aisle, which was stocked with cookies, crackers, and candy. As I came around the end of the aisle near the rear of the store, there was Vicky, looking at the packaged meats in the meat cooler. She already had a few items in her cart. She was actually doing the weekly shopping. I thought I’d squirt right through my jeans onto the glass front of the closed meat counter. That would give them something to talk about when they returned in the morning.
Most late night supermarket shoppers fall into three categories. Some old people, who shop at night because they don’t like the crowds during the day and probably don’t sleep well at night anyhow. A few women, most of whom are just grabbing a couple of items for the next morning and rush from one aisle to the next to get home as soon as possible. And lonely guys, who have no one at home and nothing to do at night, so they take care of buying their groceries rather than sit at home watching “Cinemax After Dark”.
One of these guys was now approaching Vicky. I was pretty sure he had spotted her before and was casually following her around the store. After all, the rain coat was short and she was beautiful, so, Hell, I can’t blame the guy. He walked up behind her and said something to her. I couldn’t hear what, but she turned around to face him. When she did, she saw me farther down the back aisle of the store. She smiled at the guy. The best I could make out, he was asking her something about some packaged meat that he pointed to in his cart. Maybe he was looking for a good pork chop recipe.
Whatever he said, after she noticed me, Vicky decided to play. She reached into the guy’s cart and removed the package of meat. She talked him into following her back to where he got the meat and she put it back. As she walked, I could see the bottom of the rain coat opened slightly, exposing a lot of leg. Enough leg to show that she wasn’t wearing a skirt under there – maybe shorts, but not a skirt. She grabbed another package of meat, showing him the label and explaining something about the product. As she did, she pressed her shoulder against the guy’s shoulder. I could almost see the blood rushing from his brain to his dick.
Vicky walked the guy back to his cart and put the package in it. Then the two of them started around the store, shopping together. As she talked, he definitely was checking her out. And it was obvious he liked what he saw. Vicky made a point of grabbing things from the top shelf, then putting them back. At her height, reaching up like that lifted that rain coat to the bottom edge of her ass cheeks. It also kept slowly loosening the rain coat belt. It didn’t stay closed very well anyhow and now it looked like it wouldn’t make it to the next aisle.
They turned down the aisle with the baking goods. I followed about half an aisle behind, trying to look like another lonely guy doing some late night grocery shopping. With my wife now shopping with another man, it wasn’t a hard act to pull off. Besides, he wasn’t paying any attention to me. His eyes were glued on Vicky. And Vicky was beginning to let him see more than rain coat.
When she got to the flour section, she squatted down to look at the 5 pound bags of flour on the bottom shelf. She took her time, comparing the different brands and their prices. The bottom of the rain coat now draped down the side of her thigh. He may not have seen her pussy yet, but he was getting one Hell of a view of her upper thigh – pretty much all the way to the top of her leg. At this point his imagination must be raging like Hell. It was already obvious she didn’t have a skirt on – now it looked unlikely she was wearing shorts, either. Panties were still an option, but I know how guys think. He was convinced she was naked under that rain coat. And although he didn’t know it yet, he was right.
After talking their way though a few more aisles, they came to the produce section. I came around the other side of the produce aisle after getting some shaving supplies. The top of the rain coat had opened quite a bit by now, too. Vicky was showing enough cleavage to confirm the fact that she wasn’t wearing a top. As the guy walked around one of the apple displays, I could see the bulge in his pants. If he wasn’t careful, he might get stopped on the way out of the store for stealing zucchini!
Vicky made her final purchase – a watermelon. A whole watermelon. She picked it up, held it in both hands and walked back to her cart that she left with her friend at the apple display. Before she turned around I could see that she wasn’t hiding anything anymore. Lifting the watermelon had pulled the rain coat belt enough that she was showing about a 2 inch gap all the way down the coat. You could see between her breasts, her navel, the little butterfly tattoo she had just above her clit, and the perfectly shaved little pussy between her legs. With the watermelon in both hands, she couldn’t even pull the coat closed if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.
When she got to her cart, her new-found friend took the watermelon from her and laid it in her cart. He didn’t say a word. His eyes were fixated on her pussy and she made no move to hide it. When she started to push her cart, he grabbed his cart, and then she pulled the coat closed before turning toward the checkout stands. He followed right behind her.
I walked past them to the far end where the self-service checkouts are located. I took my time running my razors and shaving cream through the scanner. I had to pay in cash, since Vicky had my debit card. Still, I got done before the two of them. As I walked out the front door, I looked back and saw Vicky had finished checking out and was standing there waiting for her friend. Obviously she wasn’t finished playing yet.
Outside I walked around the corner of the store and waited. I was about 30 feet from the passenger side of our car. In a few minutes, Vicky and the guy came out. His car was closer to the door than ours, so Vicky waited while he put his bags in his front seat. Then the two of them walked over to our car and she opened the passenger side door. Fortunately, I had left the car unlocked.
The guy put all her bags on the floor in the car and took her cart back to the cart corral. She waited for him. As he walked towards the cart corral, I let her see me at the corner of the building. She smiled. When the guy came back, they talked for a little. I saw him write something on a card and give to her. Then he put his arms around her and kissed her. Vicky didn’t flinch. As she kissed him she pulled her rain coat open, completely open. He started rubbing her breasts. Then he sucked on them as he moved his hand down to her pussy. I could tell by the way he slipped his fingers into her that she was already wet. She was moaning as he sucked her nipples and finger fucked her right in front of the supermarket.
I almost gasped out loud when I saw what happened next. He slid down her body with his tongue and started licking her pussy. She lifted her right leg and wrapped it over his shoulder. She leaned back against the car, with one hand pinching her left nipple and the other on the back of his head, pushing him hard against her pussy. She was beyond moaning. She was making loud, groaning sounds, punctuated with high pitched cries. I watched my wife letting a total stranger eat her pussy in front of the supermarket. She hadn’t been kidding about the bail money!
She pulled his head away from her crotch and pulled him up to a standing position. Then, ripping at his pants with both hands, she pulled his cock out of his pants and dropped to her knees. Now he had his hands on the back of her head and was shoving his cock down her throat. She was taking it all. I heard a little gagging from her, but she didn’t stop. She grabbed his now bare ass cheeks with both hands and jammed his cock hard into her mouth. Suddenly his body tensed and he let out a loud groan. His white cum was squirting out the sides of her mouth and running down her chin. This guy must not have gotten off in a month. I didn’t think he was ever going to stop.
But finally it all ended. Vicky stood up, white cum oozing out from her lips and kissed him hard and passionately. Her rain coat was completely open; it had slid halfway down her arms. His pants were down around his ankles and his now-limp dick was languishing in front of her, some white goo still dripping onto the parking lot blacktop.
They stopped kissing, but continued to hold each other. Some words were spoken. They both let out a small laugh. Then he kissed her again and pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. Vicky let her rain coat hang open. She grabbed him and kissed him one last time. He walked back to his car. Vicky pulled her rain coat around her and retied the belt. She opened the car door and rearranged the grocery bags so she could get in. A horn blew and she waved to the guy’s car leaving the parking lot. She crawled into the passenger’s seat and before closing the door called out, “You ready to go home, now?”
I walked over with my small bag of shaving supplies and put them in the back as I got into the driver’s seat. Vicky handed me my debit card. Then she stared straight out the front window. I started the car. Before I shifted into reverse I looked and her and asked, “What did he give you?”
She laughed.
“No, I mean beyond the obvious. He handed you some card.”
“He gave me his phone number”, she said, smiling.
I backed the car out of the space and put it into drive.
“You gonna call him?” I asked.
“Don’t know, yet”, she said, “But first we need to get you home and let you fuck me…HARD!”
I smiled as we drove out of the parking lot. Vicky took off her rain coat for the ride home. She walked to the front door naked.
Then I fucked her…HARD.
We left the groceries in the car.
Poster:
Dan
