Paul's fantasy was briefly interrupted. A petite older woman was trying to get the attention of the bakery worker while at the same time trying to not trip on Maureen's legs. She sneered at Maureen, not because her head was busily bobbing up and down on a man's cock in plain sight, but because she wished Maureen had moved away from the bakery's display window before going down on him.
After a few blissful minutes of Maureen polishing his knob, Paul slowly cracked his eyes to see Heather returning with a full grocery cart. She smiled slightly, but only out of nervousness. She had hoped they would be finished by now but didn't want to turn around now that she had been sighted. It was her smile that sealed the deal. Paul lowered his right hand to Maureen's head as he felt the swelling in his balls build. A few seconds later he erupted in her mouth, sending four or five ropes of salty semen down Maureen's throat. He pulled his spent cock from her lips with a satisfied, "Ahhh."
Paul zipped up as Maureen stood up. She had placed her knee pad into her purse and was rummaging around for her phone. Paul wasted no time in taking a step toward Maureen. He placed his left hand in the middle of her back to help keep her steady as he reached for her left breast with his right hand. Maureen didn't so much as flinch as Paul firmly grabbed her breast, lifted up and squeezed three times. He left go and did the same thing with the left. "Her tits feel great," Paul thought, "just like last time."
There was little time for reflection. Maureen had her phone ready so Paul grabbed his from his pocket. He started the Pin app and held it close to Maureen's phone. The devices exchanged data and recorded the "transaction". A few quick ratings and Maureen's obligation was complete for the day. She removed the broach that was attached to her upper right part of her blouse and put it in her purse.
Paul was still tapping on his phone in deep thought as Heather and her mom headed toward the checkout registers.
"Do you need toothpaste, shampoo or anything?" Maureen asked her daughter.
"I don't think so," Heather replied.
"OK, I think the register on the end has the shortest line," Maureen said.
Heather walked ahead of the cart to unload the groceries onto the conveyor. There were three registers on their right not being used. On the very last one, a young woman who looked about 25 was bent over the bagging area of the unused lane. Her skirt was pulled all the way up and her panties pulled to the side. Behind her was a man, pants and underwear around his ankles, fucking her hard. Such a scene was not out of place but today Heather took particular notice of the girl. Heather noticed a rather blank expression on the young woman's face, like she was thinking about what she was going to do later that day. She wasn't upset that a complete stranger, old enough to be her father, was banging her pussy as hard as he could...in the middle of a busy supermarket. But she wasn't overjoyed about it either. Heather realized that come Monday, that might be her.
What does Monday bring? And what exactly are the Pins? To be continued...
