“I think this is the first time we got a cart that didn’t have a shitty wheel.”
“I think it’s so hot out that the metal is just melting back into place.”
We were stuck in the middle of near triple digit temperatures, living in a small apartment that had all the ventilation of a tin shed in the middle of the desert. Our hopes to get momentary relief were dashed with we saw the large “Sorry! AC is out! :(“ sign in the front window of the grocery store. It was a small store operating out of a building older than the city itself, but it had a charming quantness to it that we couldn’t say no to.
“Jesus fuck,” i mutter under my breath.
“I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Jesus Christ,’ you say with a smirk.
“And I’m pretty sure you can walk home,” I retort.
“Aww, I love you too, honey.” You lock your arm through mine and comically rest your head on my shoulder.
“Gross, get off of me. I have enough sweat and body heat, I don’t need yours.”
You laugh and take a step away, airing your arms out to the side. “You know it’s hot when a sundress feels like it’s made out of lead.” Pinching at your dress, you gently air it out, attempting to get any cool breeze through it and onto your sweat kissed skin.
We begin to make our way through the aisles, weaving up and down the sparsely attended store. We stop, periodically, to debate what we need having created no actual list of what we’re missing or short of at home. It wasn’t efficient, and we considered it a victory if we came home with enough supplies for a few nights of dinners, but we enjoyed the time spent together.
“Wanna head over to the-”
“Ice cream section?” you interrupt. “Sounds like a plan.”
I chuckle, gently pushing my hip into yours. “I was going to say delli, but sure, let’s go.”
We round the last corner and make our way to the back corner when suddenly, a loud ‘pop’ pierces through the quiet market atmosphere. With only a few small windows in the front, mostly covered by various ads and flyers for local events, the back of the store is in a very deep, inky blackness. A few gasps are followed by murmurs and laughter.
“It’s okay, everyone,” a voice came from the front after a few moments. “We have someone working on it right now. The electrical system here is really old, so this happens when it gets this hot. Just remain calm, we’ll have the power back up soon.”
“I’m scared,” I say, dripping with sarcasm. “Hold me!” I wrap my arms around you from behind and pull you into me. You laugh, leaning back into me and giving me a soft kiss on my cheek.
“I thought I was too sweaty and gross for this,” you say softly. “What changed?”
“Well,” I continue, running my hands down your stomach and between your thighs. “Some sweat is better than others.”
Your knees buckle slightly and you give a small snicker, but make no attempt to stop me. “Here? Now? Really?”
“Yup, yup…and…yup.” I respond, pulling your dress up more and more with each word.
Finally hitting the bottom, I move my hand between your thighs, expecting to find the cloth of your panties. Instead, I’m met with the soft fur of your bare pussy, moist with the sweat from your body.
“Really, now?” I say incredulously.
You lean back further, whisper into my year “Yup,” followed by nibbling on it slightly.
I begin to massage and finger your pussy, probing deep inside and tickling your clit. Your knees buckle and your breathing gets heavy in my ear, intermixed with small moans of approval. Reaching your hand back, you fumble with my pants zipper, pulling my hard cock out and rub it slightly. I reach my other hand around your body and root my hand under your dress, squeezing your tits and playing with your nipples.
You moan more, taking my cock more firmly in your hands and gently stroking it more deliberately. Your breathing gets heavier and faster, your groans and sighs increasing in intensity and volume. With your free hand you hike up the other side of your dress and slowly guide my cock into your exposed pussy.
“Fuck me…fuck me…please, right here…” your words come through in bits and pieces but it’s all I need to hear. I pull up your dress past your waist and pull your hips into me. Almost on instinct, you straighten your legs, taking a wider stand, and arch your back putting everything at the perfect height for me. I pull apart your ass and place the tip of my cock on your clit. I can hear you take a deep breath and hold it while I slide myself in, inch by inch. All the way deep inside you, you let out a long sigh.
I start slowly fucking you, squeezing your ass and spanking you gently. I’m torn between wanting to give you want you want, what I always give you, and trying to maintain our anonymity. Glancing around, my eyes become more adjusted to the darkness and I can see we’re not completely alone. Over to our left I see another guy leaning against his cart scrolling through his phone, seemingly oblivious to us.
I grab a fistful of your hair and pull you upright to my face and you let out a gentle moan. “If that guy over there hears us, you’re going to suck his cock as well, understand?” I say in the softest, most stern voice I can muster.
“Yes sir,” you answer obediently. “I’d love to.”
“Good girl,” I respond, releasing your hair and gripping your hips to force my cock deeper inside you. Giving your ass another firmer spank, I glance over and see that our cover is blown.
His phone at his hip, he’s now overtly watching our spectacle. Through the darkness, I can see a faint smile across his face as his eyes dart between your body and me. I’m sure he initially wondered if we’d stop once we see we’ve been made. But after a few moments and direct eye contact, he slowly wanders over to us.
I motion for him to keep silent, but gesture for him to come over. He nods, and continues to quietly make his way towards us. He stops his cart behind us, possibly giving us more cover when the light inevitably kick back on.
You lower the straps on either side of your dress, letting your tits hang freely. He reaches a hand out, shyly at first not knowing if he’s crossing a line or not. When he’s not stopped, he goes for it, grabbing and caressing your tits while I continue fucking you from behind. I glance over at his cart and see a can of whipped cream. I gesture for him to hand it to me.
I grab your hair again, pulling you upright. “Suck our cocks, use that whipped cream. Understand?”
Biting your lip, you look over to him and whisper “Yes, sir.” Sliding away from me, you take the can of whipped cream, pop the cap off, and get on your knees. Standing before you, you unzip his pants and pull his cock out. Dropping a dollop of cream on the tip, you take his full cock in your mouth. His breath heaves as he struggles to stay upright. Pumping his cock, you turn your attention back towards me. Pointing my cock upright, you balance a mass of cream on the tip of my cock while you slowly suck and fondle my balls. Licking up the shaft, you suck the cream off the head before taking it fully back down your mouth.
I grunt with approval, still holding your head with one hand. You switch back and forth between our new friend and I, leaving no inch of skin untouched. His breaths become quickened, and you know what to do next.
“Sir?” you look up at me, waiting for my next command.
“Tits.” I say, half a smile still stuck on my face.
Without another word, you pull the top of your dress down a little more and focus all your attention on jerking his dick off and sucking on his balls. Timed perfectly, you lean back and take his load on your now sweat drenched tits. He moans loudly, knees caving in slightly. You look at him with a satisfied smile before rubbing his cum all over your tits and mouth the words ‘Thank you’.
Just then the lights begin to flicker back on. We all struggle to get our clothes back to looking like they did 15 minutes ago and try to maintain normal body postures, but failing miserably. Thankfully, fluorescent bulbs take just as long to get back to their normal brightness, giving us a brief window which we take full use of. After standing up and straightening ourselves out, smiles glued to our faces, we glance around to each other.
“I’m damn glad I put off going grocery shopping until today,” he says finally. “Can’t say this happens to me too often.”
“Well, maybe we’ll catch you around here next time,” I say, wrapping my arm around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze. “What do you say?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, before playfully spraying a small amount of cream on your tongue and swallowing it. He raises an eyebrow at that and cracks a knowing smile before turning and walking away, giving one last glance over his shoulder.
“Well, let’s finish up, what do you think?” I say.
“I think I need to finish you up, still,” you say with a sinister smile.
“Oh don’t worry…I’m not done with you yet.”
We share a laughing and a purposeful smile, before I steal a quick kiss and continue on our way.
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