Around the Town
Two:
The Shoppers
It was Tuesday, and she always shopped
on Tuesdays.
He watched her walking from aisle to
aisle, pushing the shopping cart ahead of herself. Being sure not to be too obvious, he followed
her every move, storing it away for his 'entertainment' later. Every time she bent for something on a low
shelf he followed the curve of her ass with his eyes.
She moved on to the produce section, and
began thumping melons and picking cucumbers.
He watched lustfully as she stroked them looking for the best one. The image of her stroking HIM that way would
not leave his addled mind and he very nearly started stroking himself then and
there.
Not a moment too soon he remembered just
where they were. Ever mindful of the
eyes watching, he pretended to shop, picking up items at random, holding them a
moment or two, then putting them down and moving on.
She moved from the produce aisle to the
store’s fine wine selection. Arm raised
high she reached for a specific vintage and year. As she did, a brief line of creamy skin was
visible along the small of her back. He
froze, eyes locked on her, as she shuffled between three different
bottles.
Finally selecting two she sat one on the
lower shelf and began reading the label of the bottle in her hand. While she read her hand moved on the neck of
the bottle. It slowly slid up then down
over and over. It was probably a sign of
her inner debate between the two; a nervous tic, and nothing more. Watching her move her hand like that was
making him so hard. Mesmerized by the
motion she was unconsciously making, he watched. He grew harder and harder as she moved on to
the second bottle.
After a moment or two, she made a choice
between them, and slipped her selection into the basket of her cart. She made her way to the checkout counter and
he grabbed the first thing on hand and moved up behind her in line. Watching her bend and stretch to reach all
the items in her cart nearly made him moan in pleasure.
Finally she finished unloading and
waited while the clerk tallied it all up.
While the clerk started to load the bags, she turned, as if remembering
something, and leaned towards him. His
heart sped up and he couldn't breathe.
She reached past his left shoulder, and picked up a copy of the TV Guide
off the rack next to him. Once she had
turned back to the counter and added her purchase he started feeling very
lightheaded then realized he'd held his breath.
He breathed in deeply smelling the scent she exuded into the air around
her, baby powder, and a hint of lavender.
She paid for her purchases and left the
counter. In a daze, he paid for his own
purchase and walked out of the store already thinking about the next time he’d
see her. The store's automatic doors
opened, and he moved into the warm evening air.
Suddenly there in front of him was the same delicious ass bent towards
him as she reached into a soda machine.
She set it in the basket of her cart and moved off towards her car.
He needed a few more precious seconds in
her presence, and out of desperation, took a chance at speaking to her. He caught up to her as she was reaching her
car, and in his smoothest voice, spoke.
"Hello Ma'am, may I help you with your groceries?"
She looked at him a moment, sizing him
up, then with a smirk, she nodded.
She had seen him following her, not just
tonight, but every Tuesday for a month or more.
She had to admit it was flattering. She watched him as he loaded the
groceries. He'd be too afraid to make
the first move. Guys his age usually
were.
As she watched him load the groceries
into the trunk of the car, she thought about what her family had planned
tonight, and how to get around it.
Smirking a little she picked up the can of soda from the basket of the
cart. Eyes on him, she shook the can,
then as he finished up the loading moved towards him, holding it out. Moving in close she looked at him, and
plastered an innocent smile on her face before speaking. "That looked like it was hard work, here
you deserve this."
Holding the can between them she opened it
allowing it to splatter both of them liberally.
"I'm like so sorry; it must have gotten shaken up when it dropped
out of the machine. Go ahead and climb
in the car, and I'll help you get that cleaned right up." Eyes wide he slipped into the passenger seat
and waited mute as she climbed in and leaned past him to the glove box for some
napkins.
She started patting his shirt with the
napkins, mopping up the sticky sweetness.
Slowly, with her eyes on him for a reaction she slid lower down his
stomach. A sharp intake of breath was
the only reaction. "Maybe I should take you somewhere to clean this mess
up properly."
He opened his mouth to say 'no thank
you' then, instead, croaked out a "Yes”
She allowed herself a triumphant smile
as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He waited silently as she drove.
His mind however was running a mile a
minute: 'What was she doing? Where was she taking him? Was he imagining
this? Was he making more out of it than
there was?’
Five minutes, and to him an eternity,
later she pulled in near the giant clog of the Dutchman Inn. As she slid out of the car, she looked over
at him sitting there, obviously in shock.
"Wait here a minute. I have
some business to take care of, or something, and then we'll see about getting
all that sticky stuff off of you."
He gulped, then nodded dumbly, and sat
waiting. She entered the lobby and was
gone a moment or two. She returned and
climbed back in the car. She started the
engine and pulled out. He felt disappointed,
but, truth be told, a little relieved, to realize he must have imagined any
implied innuendos from her words.
She pulled away from the clog and he
thought of what might have been. Then
she pulled into another parking spot at the far end of the lot near the last
room. She reached in the backseat for a
small tote bag, and looked over at his shocked face. "Here, go like make yourself useful and
open the door." she handed him a small card with Room 120 printed on one
side.
Stunned, he scurried out of the car and
up to the door, fumbled a moment or two, and then got the door open. She watched him, greatly amused at his eager
antics. He looked back at her, as if for
approval, and she motioned for him to go inside. After he disappeared, she pulled out her cell
phone and dialed the house. It was busy,
as usual. She waited for the voicemail
to pick up and left a message that something had come up, and that she'd be quite
late.
She slid out of the car again, this time
grabbing the tote bag on her way. She
looked around once as she moved towards the open door, to see if anyone was
taking notice. The only movement on the
street was the shift of the traffic light on the corner and the blinking clock
on the bank changing from
There was a small sitting area in the
room, and he was on the couch, eyeing the bed, deep in thought. She shut the door, and watched him, amused,
as he jumped when it slammed shut. She
stood there watching him try and speak, a small smirk playing across her
features, then she reached out and took his hand. She pulled him to his feet, and led him
further into the room. Setting her tote
bag next to the bed, she left him standing at the foot of the bed, and walked
to the bathroom.
She picked up a washcloth, ran some warm
water on it, and then lathered it up with some of the liquid soap on the
counter. As she walked back to the room
she grabbed a towel off the rod next to the door. She moved across the room to stand in front
of him. "Now, let's like get that
shirt off." she purred. He ran his
hands down the buttons but couldn't quite manage them. Laying the towel down on the foot of the bed
she reached out and unbuttoned them herself, and pushed it off his
shoulders. She unbuckled his braided
leather belt and pulled the t-shirt off him as well.
Slowly, and with great deliberation she
stroked his stomach with the warm soapy cloth.
He barely breathed as she cleaned up any spots where the soda had
splashed. Slowly she rubbed from his
lightly hairy chest, down his toned stomach, to the top of his slacks. Which, she noted with not a small amount of
pleasure, were becoming decidedly not slack. She picked up the towel off the bed, and
slowly dried him off.
Once she had finished she stepped back
and took a look down at herself. Then,
as if she had just realized it, she said, "Well look at that, I'm all
wet." and proceeded to pull her own blouse off. She stood in front of him in her silky bra
and slacks. His eyes locked onto the
light blue bra, and the expanse of cleavage rising from it.
He took a step forward, as if in slow
motion. She reached out and took his
hand in her own. She pulled him to her
and gently kissed him, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip as she pulled
back. Her hands dropped down to his
pants again, and she unbuttoned and unzipped them. She slid a hand inside stroking him lightly
over his underwear. A low moan escaped
his throat, and she pulled her hand back, a triumphant smile playing across her
lips.
She slid off her pants, and led him to
one side of the bed. She turned away
from him, and he admired her ass without the pants in the way and the look of
it with the matching light blue silken thong.
She turned back the comforter on the bed and climbed in slowly, enjoying
the attention she knew her ass was now getting.
Finally she moved to one side and patted the mattress, silently inviting
him to join her. As he moved to climb
in after her, she stopped him and gave a tug on his pant legs. They slid to his ankles and showed of a pair
of black and yellow smiley face boxers.
She let out a giggle while he stepped out of his pants, then pulled him into the bed with her.
Once he was next to her, she moved
between his legs and started pulling his boxers. Once she had them down a few inches on his
hips, his hardness sprang out. She
slowly stroked the length of it, then darted her head down and ran her tongue
across it, teasing.
She finished removing the boxers, then
on her knees beside him, reached back and unfastened her bra. He raised a hand to her and helped her pull
it off. As she moved closer, he leaned
in, at first fondling them, then as he grew bolder, kissing them. She slid a
hand down his chest and back to his cock, stroking. At the same time she pulled back a little,
moving his focus to her nipples. She
teased him with one until he darted forward and took it in his mouth. As he sucked and nibbled, she practically
cooed running one hand along his shaft and the other in his hair. Finally, she pulled away. He tried to move in for the other nipple and
she pushed him back onto the bed.
Slowly she slid down the thong, slipping
it off entirely. Then she leaned down to
the floor and picked up the tote bag.
Reaching in, she pulled out a condom, and ripped it open. She licked
across the head of his cock once more, and then she then rolled the condom down
over him. Once it was snugly in place,
she moved up over him and lowered herself onto his hardness. Hands gripping his shoulders, she started
riding him. All he could do was hold her and moan softly.
She gripped one of his hands and pulled
it to her, positioning it with one finger on her clit. Taking her none too subtle hint, he stroked
her faster and faster as she slipped up and down on his shaft. He brought his other hand back up to her
chest stroking a nipple in the same tempo as her clit. Her nails started digging into his shoulders,
and as they did he began speeding up the stroking with both hands. She started moaning loudly as he did, and
rode faster and harder. He started
bucking up to meet her thrusts, as they both moved closer and closer to the final
edge.
Pinning his hands between them she
pulled him to her. Chest to chest, she
kissed him deeply; her tongue exploring his mouth greedily. She began running her hands up and down his
back, then when she neared orgasm her nails dug in. She lowered herself onto him completely. She held him that way a moment or two then
started gasping for air, her face flushed.
As the wave of her first orgasm ebbed she started riding him again,
faster now. He started moaning, low and
deep, head thrashing from side to side.
When he got close, he pinched her clit and nipple, holding on for all he
was worth. She gasped at the intense
sensations, and started a second orgasm as he exploded beneath her.
Both of them panting,
she moved to lie beside him. After a few moments she
looked up at him. "We don’t even
know each other’s names. I'm
Linda." She smiled at him waiting.
"My name
is Robert, Ma'am."
Special
thanks goes out to
my beta readers on these stories: Mr. Bigglesworth (the
inspiration) & Brandon.