It has been several weeks since I sought Clyde out at the bar. I have berated myself on so many different levels for seeking him out that night. It is one thing to go out looking for dick. It is another thing entirely to go out seeking a particular dick. I am a strong independent woman who needs not chase the dick. If the dick wants me he can come and find me.
I am at the grocery store for some much needed food for my house, when my cart collides with another one. I look up to see those eyes I've been avoiding for weeks. For moments we merely stare at each other. "This cannot be happening to me," I mutter to myself. "It is good to see you, Molly," he says as he walks around to me. He walks behind me and fondles my ass with his hands. I gasp, "We can't do this here." "Where would you like to go, pet?" he asks. "Nowhere. We can't keep doing this. I am a strong independent woman who does not need your dick," I inform. "That's your choice," he says as he walks to his cart and maneuvers away from me.
"I've made the right decision," I tell myself as I continue to do my shopping. "What harm would one more encounter cause?" I question myself. I rush through the store seeking Clyde before I can change my mind. When I locate him I walk over to him, I lean in close to him and rub the front of his jeans. I whisper, "Where can we go?" He walks away from his cart towards the back of the store. I follow him almost jogging to keep up.
We enter the ladies restroom and he leads up to a stall. He guides me to sit down on the toilet and unzips his jeans. "I want you to blow me and get my dick super hard so I can fuck you improperly," he exclaims.With fumbling hands I reach into his pants and pull out his cock. He is semi-aroused and bracing himself with his hands on the stall walls. I lean in and lick lightly the hole in the head. Gradually I insert just the head as I stroke him with my hand. I take more and more of his dick into my mouth as I cup his balls firmly with my hands. I take as much of him as I can until I start to gag.
He stands me up. "Take your shorts and panties off," he insists. He sits down on the toilet and has me straddle him. He guides his cock into my already wet pussy. With his hands firmly on my ass he maneuvers me up and down on his dick. He starts out at a sedate pace and quickens the pace with each thrust. Soon he has me pounding fast on top of him. He goes deeper inside of me with each drive. Suddenly my muscles tighten and I feel myself climax on top of him.
"I'm not done, pet," he informs me. He stands me up and bends me over holding onto the tank of the toilet. He probes me from behind. With each pound he goes harder, deeper, and faster. I don't know if I can take much more as I start to cum again. Within seconds he stiffens and pulls out. He shoots his cum into the toilet between my legs.
He reaches down and picks up my panties and shorts and hands them to me. I begin to redress myself. He pulls up his jeans and fastens them back "Always a pleasure to see you, Molly," he says as he reaches for the lock of the stall. "Clyde," I say stopping his departure. "Would it be possible to see you in a more traditional sense?" "Whatever do you mean, doll?" he asks with a mischievous grin. "I was thinking maybe you could take me out on a simple date and then you could simply take me in every room of my house," I inquire. "I think we could actually do that," he say as he leans over to kiss my cheek. With that he is gone.
I step out of the stall slightly infuriated, because no future plans were made. I am washing my hands and face, when the door of the handicapped stall bangs opens and a grey haired lady with a cane steps out. "If you kids are going to fuck in the grocery store restroom, you could at least be quiet about it," she shouts as she exits. I am so mortified.
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