A Tale From My Hussy Days [4]-Hussy Drive-By [MF]

*This happened in my 20’s, a time that I lovingly refer to as “My Hussy Days”. It’s also one of my most relived memories. Warning! This is a long post.*

*Sundays were always a day that I nursed hang overs and relaxed, but sometimes I would get really bored. When that happened, I ended up playing games that I called “Hussy Drive-bys”.*

*This particular game, I would be out shopping and looking for a random man with specific qualities. He had to look bored, morose, or repressed in some way. Bonus points if he was married and carrying shopping bags or a purse. I would get close and purr some sort of dirty phrase or desire from behind him. Then when he turned in surprise, I faked a shocked expression and giggled that I thought he was someone else. Mostly, that would result in an awkward laugh from him or a mumbled “Lucky guy.” However, every now and then a man would actually give chase and I would have to lose him in the store. Then sometimes he would catch up with me…*

I got dressed in a white t-shirt and denim skirt and decided to go shopping at Dillards, a high end department store in The South. I’m in the women’s’ department looking at short shorts and I saw a guy, in his 40’s dressed in his Sunday best loitering around, obviously waiting on a woman. He had a grim look on his face like he hadn’t smiled in years, but he was attractive in an average way. I got closer and spotted the wedding band and shopping bags.

I waited for my window and then dove in and whispered “I want you to bend me over and eat my pussy.” He turned slow. When his eyes met mine, my pussy got wet and my typical confidence faltered. I knew that this guy didn’t play games and meant business. Think Matt Damon in Ford v Ferrari vibes. My laugh was nervous and I apologized and went through the “Oh I thought you were someone else.” He said nothing and watched me as I walked away.

Confident that he hadn’t followed me, I laughed it off and kept shopping. I wandered into the men’s section and sniffed at the different colognes. Then this deep male voice with a southern accent said, “Hello, Young Lady.” My whole body tingled and I looked over to see the man from earlier. He had lost the bags and grim expression. I stammered out a hello, but kept fiddling with the bottles. Leaning into my ear he said, “I’d be happy to do that for you.”

I looked at his mouth and thought that he probably spent the morning signing hymns in church or some other pious activity. Now that I knew that same mouth wanted to be dining on my cunt, the hussy in me perked up.

I glanced around. The department was mostly empty and employees were scattered around. I looked at him and shrugged in a coquettish way and said “That would be appreciated, Sir.” He took me by the elbow and led me to the men’s fitting room. My pussy was dripping and my heart was pounding by the time we went into the last stall.

He locked the door behind him and pulled me into a soft and intimate kiss. I went to pull him closer, but he spun me around to face the mirror and pulled my arms up and around the back of his neck. When he pushed the hem of my shirt up and pulled down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts, I exhaled a sigh of relief and pleasure.

His touch wasn’t nervous or groping, but intentional and nuanced. His hands worked in unison as he caressed and cupped both of my tits, then his fingers played and pinched my nipples. All the while, his lips and teeth teased my neck and ear. I pushed my ass into his crotch and rocked my hips back and forth against his hard cock. Our breathing got heavier, but I could still hear the department store music in the distance.

He pressed himself closer and dropped a hand down the front of my skirt. When his fingers found my wet pussy, my breath caught. I watched in the mirror as he brought his now slick fingers up to his mouth and his eyes closed as he savored the taste of me. All the while, his other hand stroked and teased my hard nipples.

After I passed the taste test, he bent me forward and I braced myself with my hands on the mirror. He hiked my skirt up and kneeled behind me. The image of a buttoned up man in his Sunday suit on his knees about to eat my pussy made me ache for his mouth. He slid my panties off of me and tucked them into his suit jacket pocket. While he massaged my ass and separated my cheeks, he took deep breaths of my scent.

His opening licks were firm and confident and had me grinding on his face and panting. When his lips closed around my clit and he sucked it gently into his mouth, my legs trembled as an orgasm whipped through me. He tightened his grip on my upper thighs and he dug in more determined to consume every millimeter of my pussy. With each pass of his tongue and pull of his lips, I moaned louder not caring if anyone heard us. His mouth was relentless and reduced me to a quivering, begging mess as I came so hard that my knees went weak. He gave my clit a parting kiss, pulled my skirt down, and stood up.

I was catching my breath while I watched him pull my panties out of his pocket and wipe his mouth on them. Then he said, “I’m keeping these.” And tucked them in his pocket. All I could say was, “Sure. You earned them.”

We checked that the coast was clear and went our separate ways. I never saw that man again and believe me I looked for him.

*If you hung in this far, I do appreciate the time you spent reading my post and thank you for letting me relive it.*

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