It’s a chilly morning during the week. As we sit in the car outside the supermarket, the windows fog up with the heat of our bodies. That tell-tale grin gripping my face, telling you exactly what I want you to do. Your breathing picks up as you pull your shirt over your head and sliding your pants down to your ankles. Completely exposed. I shift in my seat, barely containing my lust for you. I reach out, but instead of to your body, to the back seat. I drop a long trench coat into your bare lap. The grin widens.
“1… 2… 3… 4…”
Your eyes widen as you struggle to cover yourself with the coat, before opening the door and stepping out into the cold. Carefully trudging up to the doors of the store, you take one last glance over your shoulder at me before walking into the vestibule and running off to hide.
But I have a surprise for you. I quickly jump out of my shirt and into a new one. I pull a new mask over my face and cover my long hair in a ball cap. Calmly, I exit the vehicle and stroll down to entrance. Ready or not…
I carefully control my gait, trying to look like I’m gazing at the items on the shelves. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you, nervously glancing about as you walk down one of the aisles. My steps through the store grow faster, outpacing you enough to find myself ahead of you. As I stand, pretending to inspect a candle on the end of a shelf, I turn to face you as you finally come into view only a few feet away from me.
I can tell by your big, beautiful, terrified eyes that you’re having fun too. You immediately cut into rows and rows of clothing racks, trying to escape my view. I simply walk down the aisle and wait for you to come out again. Eventually you do, stealing glances as you cross into a new section towards the back of the store. I duck out of sight before you see me, but I know exactly where you’re going to go. Poor, predictable, little prey…
I make my way down to the restrooms, only to hear thunderous footsteps and a stall door slamming shut. That’s not fair. So I wait, again, out of immediate sight of the restroom doors, inspecting the fishing tackle of the adjacent sports section. After too long, I hear a door carefully squeak open. As you turn the corner, again face to face with me, I finally pounce.
I pull you inside the vacant men’s room. Your back thumps against the wall before the door even closes behind us. My hand carefully undoing the buttons on the coat, snaking in and feeling your trembling body. Cold, my pet? Or just scared of getting caught? Or just of me? I yank the coat off your shoulders, exposing you to anyone who might be lucky enough to enter.
You fall to your knees, my hand entwined in your hair. I push you against the crotch of my jeans, your cheek feeling me grow in excitement. As I undo the fly, you’re soon smacked across face by my length. You eye the door, anxious to be seen. I lift your mask and push myself past your soft lips. Tears well in your eyes and your stomach turns as I roughly use your mouth. My cock slides past your tongue, pushing into the back of your throat. I stifle my moans before pulling out and covering your pretty face.
I quickly redo my fly and grab the coat off the ground. You sit there, my cum dripping down your chin. I drop the coat into your lap again. I can’t help but smile as I appreciate my handiwork before turning to the door to leave.
“Car. Now.”
I push past the door and begin down the aisle, chuckling as a man walks by me. I can only imagine where he’s going. I sit down in the back seat of the car, reaching forward to start the engine and begin pumping warm air into the now chilled vehicle. Just as the nip is expelled from the air, you tap on the window. I push the door open and you plop down beside me. Your cheeks are bright red from under my still-present cum.
I recline the seat and slowly pull down my pants, before pulling you onto my lap and hiking the bottom of the coat up. The feeling of my still-aroused cock slipping inside you makes you whimper. I grab the lapels and plant my face into your neck, nibbling and grunting as I thrust up into you. My nails dig into your back as I reach up under the jacket. Steam covers the windows, protecting us a bit from the increasingly busy parking lot- though the rocking of the car and our howls of passion are still a dead giveaway…
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