There were few things in the world Joe hated more than shopping. Not only was the mall crowded around the holidays but the way everything was so commercialized he just couldn't seem to catch the spirit.
But alas, Janice was a dedicated shopper and he was the designated driver when it came to Christmas shopping. That way she could move around the outlets by simply texting her driver "slash" husband for a ride.
And that's how the Saturday had began. After the forty-minute drive they waited twenty more minutes to get into the over crowded parking lot.
"Right here," Janice demanded, pointing to the occupied loading zone.
"Okay," Joe replied. "Shit," he yelled as yet another car cut him off.
"Are you parking and coming in?," Janice asked, knowing the reply.
"No, I'll do the usual sit out, dear. Just text me when you want to get to the other side of the outlet."
"Thanks, dear, I will." Janice leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. As she did her breast rubbed against his arm. Joe leaned into her tit but she didn't really notice. Shopping was the only thing on her mind.
"I'll be parking at the end of one of these isles, if there's any spots left."
"Let me know if you want anything from inside." With that Janice pushed the door shut and made her way between two illegally parked cars to the curb. He watched her ass in vain as she walked away.
Joe spoke aloud to himself. "Well, maybe a blow job!" He looked up, "Are you listening Santa?"
It took a minute but he navigated his SUV to the end of the giant parking lot. The paved spaces were full, but he found a spot right next to the pavement on the graded dirt where the eventual expansion was in progress. Joe turned the car so the hood was pointing at the isle. His plan was to listen to music and watch the inevitable fighting over the few parking spots that might become open. He reclined his seat slightly so he could see the top of the outlets and the clouds overhead.
Suddenly, there was a knock at his window. "Shit," he thought, "guess I can't park here." He rolled down the driver's window and turned to see who it was.
As the glass disappeared into the car door a tiny hand reached in and grabbed his cheek. The smooth palm twisted his face to the opening. It was followed by red lips and a deep french kiss.
As the tongue pushed into him, his pushed back. He knew that tongue, that taste and that technique of kissing.
"Sandi, what the ever living fuck are you doing here?"
Sandi smiled, her brown cat eyes had the look of debauchery.
"You think Janice is the only one who shops at the outlets? There's thousands of us here, Joe. And out of all these cars and shoppers I happened to see you drop your wife off. It's karma. I've been thinking about you a lot."
"It's been awhile."
"Two years since I last saw you."
"You're still so beautiful Sandi. I miss you every day."
"And I miss you, my beautiful man." Sandi bent so both her 34 dd's were resting on the window ledge. She was wearing a thick black turtle neck sweater over her bra.
Her perfume wasso familiar and it began intoxicating him. She reached back up to Joe's cheek and rubbed his stubble. "Any chance you'll invite me in?"
"That could be a very bad idea."
"I know, but I've been so good for so long and a miss you so, so much. And you always know I'll take care of you."
Joe's cock extended like it was stuck in a car wash vacuum and his balls felt like two clenched fists. He had worn baggy shorts for comfort and Sandi took the opportunity to drop her hand from his cheek onto his thigh.
She grabbed the end of his polyester shorts and boxers and expertly lifted them over his hard on, as she had done so many times before. A clear drop of pre-cum had already formed on the rock hard tip. Sandi took the opportunity to swipe it off and quickly put the finger in her mouth.
"If you want I'll jack you off right here and be on my way. But since it's Christmas you can come in any hole I have. Or, every hole I have if you want to. What do you think?"
Joe hit the unlock button and Sandi climbed into the big back seat behind him. In the rear view mirror he could see she had a brown suede skirt on with black nylons and matching brown boots. Sandi shut the door and moved to the center of the bench seat.
Joe gazed at her in the mirror. He hair was perfect as always and her make up was camera ready. Joe couldn't wait to rub his hard cock all over that gorgeous face.
"You want me to climb back there or are you coming up?"
"Just enjoy the view for a minute," was the reply.
Joe angled the mirror a bit more to get a full view. Sandi unzipped her boots and set them carefully behind the passenger seat. He could see her tiny calves through the black nylons. Next she unzipped her skirt and slipped it off. He could see her pussy mound through the sheer black material, and it was obvious she had no panties on behind them.
"You haven't seen this in awhile have you?" Sandi spread her legs to give the best view of her snatch. Joe loved that tiny little mound of hers and how sparse her pussy hair was.
"Let me see your keys." Joe grabbed his key ring from the drink holder and handed them back. Sandi took a house key and used it to slice through the nylons. She then ripped them from the waist down, revealing her sparse mound of pubic hair and the lips below. She feigned inserting the keys into herself before handing them back.
"You likey?" she asked, spreading her tiny lips with two fingers.
"Very much." He stared as she circled her clit twice and inserted her middle finger into her waiting wet hole. After two strokes she reached forward and put the finger into his waiting mouth.
"Mmm," Joe moaned. "There's no place like home."
Next came the sweater which she had to pull off, tussling the perfect bob of hair as the turtleneck crossed it. "Oh well," she said. "I've got to get dolled up again later so I'll fix it when I get home. You know, it's date night tonight. Keith will be expecting to fuck me after showing me off to his friends."
"How's that been going?" Joe inquired.
"Well, last week we went to his company dinner. It was a semi-formal bore fest. I couldn't believe I was wasting my new black sequined dress on it. It was a low cut design and I had to put those tape things under my tits instead of a bra since it was backless.
Keith had rented a sports car to impress everyone, a little two door model with triangle windows in the back that didn't open. We carpooled to the restaurant and Keith insisted on driving. He put me in the back seat between two guys since there were five of us and one rider was really tall.
They were very polite on the drive over, mostly since Keith is their supervisor but I could tell none of them really like him. All of them were in their late thirties. They had to hold their coats on their laps riding over since we were jammed in there like a sold out airplane. In the back the three of us were like concrete statues trying not to touch."
Sandi reached forward from the back and began stroking Joe's hard cock as she continued. She started at the base with a slow up and down, and on the down let one finger tickle the hair on his balls.
"On the way back one of them got a little too drunk so he landed the front seat. Keith decided he needed to drive him home. I found that funny because Keith was probably more drunk than the guys he was driving.
So now I'm in squished in the back seat with the tall guy, I think his name was Bill. By himself he almost takes up the whole seat but there was three of us. Bill sat behind Keith and had one knee taking up most of the middle seat. To fit I had to ride kind of sideways so my elbow was right over Bill's lap.
We were plenty drunk and laughing back and forth. Bill had grabbed a bottle of wine of the way out and we took turns sipping it in the back seat. Apparently alcohol is a game changer and things were getting a little spicy. Bill pretended at one point to stroke the neck of the bottle like a cock and to do it one better I pretended to suck the bottle like a cock. I could feel the energy growing between us.
Trying to get comfortable I moved my arm down a bit I could feel that Bill had a bit of a hard on through his thin suit pants and a great look down the top of my dress. So the energy wasn't the only thing growing.
Their coats were spread over us so Keith couldn't really see anything other than three heads. He also had to drive and keep an eye on the front seat guy.
I kicked off my shoes and my feet ended up between the legs of the other guy, Dave. Dave had been so polite and quiet on the ride over but now was leading the singing. I raised my knees up a bit and as I did my dress slid up to my hips, still hidden under the jackets.
I let my elbow drop and stared at Bill as it ran down his hardening shaft. The look in his eyes was hilarious, he wasn't ready for me to touch his cock but didn't complain when I shifted again and it rubbed the head of his rod.
About that time I felt one of Dave's hands accidentally find its way between my legs while the other rubbed my right foot. As he did so he pulled my foot into his lap and I could feel he had a hard on too. I felt him shift and he was now rolling his dick against the bottom of my foot. He smiled at me and continued singing. His other hand was now fully on my thigh under the hem of my dress and working it's way up. As he looked out the window I felt his finger lift my panties up. It quickly found my wet pussy and he pushed it right in.
Meanwhile, Bill's big paws had found my tits and, oh, you know how I love that. He was moving them side to side twisting my nipples. That stupid tape never works and when I looked down both my tits were completely out of the top of the dress."
Sandi undid her bra as she talked, revealing those magical 34's that Joe had been dreaming about. He stared back at the almost naked woman in the back seat of his car. Her nipples where now as rock hard as his dick and he could see shiny fluid on her thighs from her now leaking pussy.
She continued, "The drunk guy, Curtis, looked like he was going to hurl. Keith rolled his window down in case he threw up.
