Charlie had been caught. The pretty brunette walking ahead of him down the aisle smirked. He didn’t know how long she had been looking over her shoulder, watching him stare as she strutted along, her tight skirt suggestively hugging each cheek as they alternated rising and falling with each step. He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the aisle in embarrassment, but she didn’t make a scene. She faced forward again, playfully tossing her ponytail.
Did she like it? Charlie wondered if he had offended her. But he could swear her strides grew more deliberate, exaggerating the rhythms of her hips. She stopped and looked both ways down the aisle. Charlie imitated her, seeing no one, just the two of them, though the occasional shopper passed the open ends of the aisle. The woman in the dress touched a bag of chips. They fell to the floor. She leaned forward, bending over much farther than she needed to, arching her back dramatically.
Charlie swallowed hard. He watched her dress, which wasn’t long to begin with, climb. The line of it pulled up along the curves of her ass. She wore nothing underneath. Slowly, she straightened, her eyes making contact with his and boldly holding his gaze. She resumed her normal pace and walked ahead, straightening her dress, turning at the aisle’s end and disappearing.
What had just happened? Charlie couldn’t believe what he had just seen. He heard footsteps approaching behind him and glanced over his shoulder. A man walked toward him, his eyes roaming from product to product. Suddenly Charlie became uncomfortably aware of how tight his dress pants felt. He buttoned his suit jacket, cleared his throat, and walked down the aisle. He turned the opposite way that the beautiful woman had, deliberately avoiding looking in that direction as he turned the corner.
Charlie’s mind wandered as he pushed his cart through the parking lot, the rattling of the wheels providing pleasant white noise, deepening his trance. As he loaded his car with groceries, a feminine voice addressed him.
“I hope I didn’t scandalize you. You’re not married, are you?” she said.
Charlie glanced at the source of the voice, his eyes adjusting to the bright evening sun behind her. The light washed out the details of her face. “Excuse me?”
She stepped forward. “I hope I didn’t scandalize you back there. I don’t usually do things like that, but today I just felt like being a bit… daring.”
Charlie saw her smile. It was the woman from the store. “Um, not at all,” he stammered. “Your dress is very flattering. I hope I wasn’t looking too closely.”
She took another step forward. Her arms were crossed behind her back and she looked at the pavement bashfully as she neared. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Play a nice, honest, moral gentleman.”
Charlie smirked. “I’m afraid I- “
“It’s really okay. That’s not the kind of man I had hoped to find today.” Her chest pressed against his. Her lips were achingly close to his. She was a little shorter and had her face turned up toward his.
Charlie reached up and placed his hand on her cheek, cradling her face gently and guiding her lips to his. He tasted her chapstick and felt her tongue teasing his lips, inviting his to come out and play. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing hard against one another. Then, he broke the kiss and took her by the hand, leading her to the passenger door of his car. He climbed inside and slid the seat back, pulling her onto his lap. There was no car parked in the spot ahead of him, but it was growing dark so he hoped no one would see them or park there.
Charlie kept his hands busy. He played with her hair, softly cradled her cheek, and teased the line of her neck. She straddled him, rocking her hips back and forth, stroking his cock through his pants with her body. He touched her thighs, rubbing them up and down. Her breath hitched when he slipped his fingers underneath her skirt and between her legs. He slowly teased her lips, stroking them gently, slipping his middle finger between them and pressing ever so slightly inside her. She thrust her hips forward to try and take him deeper, but he pulled his fingers away, back to her lips. After clumsily searching for a moment, he found her clit, rubbing softly and slowly up and down as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly. When she adjusted to the sensation and rhythm of his teasing, he changed his pace and started circling her clit, pressing more firmly and gradually speeding up. Soon she was grinding into his hand, her pussy pressing against his firm cock through his clothes.
With his other hand, Charlie pinched the fabric of her dress around her nipples. She gasped and ran her fingers through his hair; for him, the sensation felt almost as comforting as sex. Her breath hitched, her thighs tensed, and her body quivered as a wave of orgasm took her. She moaned, her mouth open and her lips forming a pretty little “O.” As she recovered her composure, she brought her shaking hands to his pants, pulled the button free, and tugged his zipper down. She lifted herself up so she could drag his pants and underwear lower, freeing his cock which by now had become swollen and sensitive. He stroked himself up and down his shaft, twisting his hand around with each stroke, lightly teasing his tight balls, and dwelling on the tip. He guided himself to her dripping wet lips and she lowered her body slowly. He slid his full length inside her soaked and needy pussy easily.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Please make me cum again. I need to be fucked hard.”
Charlie took her by the hips, guiding her as she rocked back and forth. He held her up as he fucked her back, thrusting harder and faster, stroking his cock with her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly, grabbing his hair. He moved his hands to her ass, grabbing firmly, then repositioned them back to her hips. He kept repeating this motion, enjoying the ratio between her small hips and bouncy cheeks. Whenever he squeezed them, she took a little more control, bouncing up and down on his lap with a pleasant smacking sound every time she came back down.
“Take out your tits,” he instructed.
She nodded eagerly and lowered the straps. The dress fell free under its own weight once she did. Her tits weren’t large, but they were shapely and pretty. Charlie took them into his mouth.
“This is what I thought about doing to your clit when you bent over in the store,” he said. He flicked his tongue up and down, side to side, circled her nipples, wrapped his lips around them, and sucked hard. The extra stimulation and hearing his voice drove her wild. She tensed again, whimpering against his ear. He nuzzled against her neck, closing his eyes and focusing on the sensation of her pussy tightening around him, her legs shaking in orgasm again. He stopped thrusting for a few moments, letting her rest and recover, then started slowly stroking his cock with her soft, warm pussy again.
After a couple minutes of slow, gentle fucking, Charlie, cheek pressed against this stranger’s neck, opened his eyes. He saw an attractive couple walking past the front of the car. The man, bearded and muscular, caught his gaze, looked away, and did a double take. Charlie saw him whispering to his girlfriend, his expression that of shock. The pair stopped and watched Charlie and his acquaintance. Charlie smiled, inviting them to stay. He found new exhilaration in having an audience. Now, he wanted to put on a show.
Charlie grabbed a handful of his companion’s hair, pulling her pony tail back, forcing her to bend against the dash, her tits up in the air and exposed for the pair of spectators to see. He brought his lips to her tits, slowly kissing one and then the other, avoiding her nipples but coming closer and closer with each kiss. He teased them with his fingertips, barely touching them. She gasped and thrust her chest forward, pressing into his hands. His cock, swollen and sensitive, sent shocks of pleasure through his body in rhythm with his heart.
He looked through the windshield. The couple still stood there. It was dark but he could tell that the man had his arms wrapped around her. One of his hands had disappeared underneath her shorts and slipped between her thighs. She grinned at Charlie and pulled up her shirt. She didn’t wear a bra. The man moved one of his hands up to her tits.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” said Charlie.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered breathily. “I need it. I need your cum filling my pussy and dripping down my thighs. I want to touch myself while I drive home, playing with your cum, tasting it from my fingers.”
Charlie pinned her against the dash, thrusting hard and faster, burying his cock deep inside her. Quivering and moaning, she tensed her thighs, squeezing them tight against him, her fingers slipping under his collar and digging painfully into his shoulder. He loved it. He slammed his cock into her pussy again and again, feeling himself swelling and growing stiffer, pressure and pleasure building until it was almost unbearable. His cock pulsed, sending ropes of warm cum inside her. As it stopped twitching, he leaned back against the seat. She collapsed on top of his lap, pressing against him and resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers playing with his hair. They rested like that for a few minutes, cuddling and kissing. When Charlie looked over her shoulder for the couple, they had disappeared. He wanted to tell his new acquaintance about them.
“While we were having sex, I saw- “
She interrupted him with another kiss. “This was very nice,” she said. “Maybe we can do this again if we bump into each other here another day.”
She opened the door and stepped out. Charlie watched her walk away, straightening her dress and pulling her straps back on. He felt his cock hardening a bit as he imagined her strutting through the parking lot with his cum dripping down those soft, pretty lips, arriving home to an empty apartment or to her husband, sneaking away to pleasure herself with his cum all over her thighs.
He reached into the glove box for some tissues, wiped himself off, and lay back in his seat for a few minutes processing what had just happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tw2rnh/mf_sinful_shoppers