Here is an orgasmic little nugget I wrote for fun. It's a bit more explicit than what I normally write. I hope you like it! Gray
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It was six months since Mitch had separated from his wife of more than twenty years. It had been difficult a time, but he was finally free of a relationship that had been stifling and bereft of love, passion and sex. He couldn't remember the last time he'd dipped his penis into a honey pot of love, let alone one he enjoyed. A tall good looking man, who was, thanks to a recent and vigorous fitness program looking and feeling great.
Living in a swish new apartment by himself, with frequent visits and stay overs from his adult kids, he was enjoying the freedom and starting to feel more like his own person rather than the indented slave of his domineering ex-wife. He still loved women and had had the pleasure of meeting a couple of beautiful women at recent social and business functions. He had felt a strong attraction, but was very hesitant to place himself in any position that might lead to a sexual liaison, feeling great uncertainty about whether he would still remember what to do.
Today was Saturday, which brought the weekly chores, including the grocery shopping. He had started the day with his favorite Eggs Benedict washed down with two double strength lattes at Mario's, a cafe to which he had become a regular in recent months. Feeling satisfactorily sated he moved onto the weekly shopping, the butchers, the green grocers and finally the supermarket.
He trundled around the store with his trolley selecting his needs for the week. Cereal, milk, butter and all the other usual things. He had almost finished, when turning into aisle eleven he caught the glimpse of a woman with a very taut arse, as she turned the corner into the next aisle. The owner of the great butt was wearing a tight skirt, stockings and monster heels.
"Who the fuck wears stockings and heels to the supermarket?" he thought. "Looks amazing! Amazing! But what the fuck!"
Intrigued, he accelerated down the aisle and did a fast tight turn into aisle twelve. He just made the corner and was straightening up when he nearly cleaned up the owner of the beautiful arse, who had apparently done a U-turn.
"Oh! Sorry!" he said, more the little embarrassed as he found himself staring into the eyes of a beautiful brunette who was wearing a deeply scooped red top, the lace trim of a black bra just showing a little.
"That's okay," she smiled back, meeting his eyes directly, revealing great self-confidence. Mitch could now see that the skirt was made of leather and was short enough to reveal her long slender legs with a hint of of the lace stocking top.
"A leather mini-skirt to the supermarket? And stockings too!" his mind screamed whilst his dick hardened more than a little.
He smiled lamely as they passed, his cheeks flush red with self-consciousness. He continued on collecting the last few items he needed before heading to the cash register. He took his place in the shortest queue when he noticed the beautiful brunette was at the next register. He found himself gazing at the her when she abruptly turned and again returned his stare. He flinched and turned away lacking the confidence to hold her gaze and reveal his attraction to her.
She paid the cashier and Mitch watched her elegantly curved butt sway out the sliding doors, oblivious to the cashiers calls of "next". The woman behind him angrily poked him and pointed to the cashier waiting for him to unload his groceries. Snapping out of the hypnotic trance that the brunette had cast over him, he hurriedly placed his groceries on the moving belt. Paying the young girl standing at the cash register, he wheeled his now bagged items out to the car park. Strolling outside, the warm sun struck his face, the clear blue skies making him feel better and forget about the unwanted involuntary reaction in the face of a beautiful woman.
He made for his car, a new Subaru WRX, a sign of being free from the constraints of a long term relationship and no longer having to conform by driving a family sedan. The WRX smoked and he loved it. He had parked in the back corner of the car park, due to the Saturday morning congestion.
As he walked his thoughts turned to the beautiful brunette, her image burned onto his retina, brought a smile to his face. He turned into the row where had he parked his car when he was shocked to again be confronted by the elegant figure of the gorgeous woman. She was standing behind a red Mercedes coupe, her trolley parked adjacent to the boot, but she wasn't loading her groceries into the car, instead staring at the rear of the car.
"Our planets seemed aligned today!" he laughed to himself as he sauntered up to her car, for some reason feeling a lot less nervous. As he approached she turned and smiled.
"Hi."
"Hi," she replied her beauty now clearly evident to Mitch. Seeming to be in her early forties she possessed high cheek bones, smooth clear skin, and luscious lips.
"Have we got a problem?" he asked.
"I've got a flat!" she cried. "Can you believe it! A bloody flat!"
Reaching the car he could clearly see the that right rear was deflated.
"A flat it is," he agreed as their eyes again met. He did not flinch this time, enjoying the fluorescence of her green eyes. "Would you like some help? You're not really dressed to change a wheel."
"Oh, you did notice," she bantered playfully.
"It's a bit hard not to!" he laughed. "Would you like me to change it for you? By the way I'm Mitch."
"Hi Mitch. I'm Darcey. I would love you to. I rang the auto club and they said they'd be two hours!"
"Two hours! I'll see what I can do. I've never changed a tire on a Benz before. I guess there's a first time for everything."
"That is very true," she agreed but Mitch got the feeling she wasn't talking bout changing tires.
"I suppose it has one of those dinky emergency wheels."
"I think it does," she replied as she popped the boot.
Sure enough, wedged in the side of the boot was a skinny wheel which was designed to just get you to the nearest service station and not much else. He set to work and twenty minutes later the skinny wheel was secured to the sexy little red car, making it look rather odd. He stowed the flat wheel in the boot.
He had been rather self-conscious working away under Darcey's watchful eye, but he did manage to get a perfect view of her lithesome legs as he knelt on the ground tightening the wheel nuts. He was sure he could see suspenders!
"Holy fuck!" he thought. "I love suspenders!"
Whilst he worked, they had chatted, Darcey told him that she was a PR specialist by trade and divorced with a grown up family who were living in Europe with her ex-husband. Mitch too revealed his marital status and day his job as a marketing manager.
"Jobs done," he had told her as he tightened the last wheel nut. "That should get you to the tire store."
"Why thank you. You've been so sweet," she told him and she leaned over and kissed his cheek causing him to blush with embarrassment.
"Anytime."
"I hope it'll make it to the store. I think there's one up on the highway."
"I know the one. Would you like me to follow you to make sure you're alright," he offered knowing he would do almost anything to spend a little bit longer with this magnificent woman.
"Would you?"
"Sure."
Mitch walked to his car and loaded his groceries in the boot and drove back to where Darcey was waiting in her car with the engine running. He flashed his headlights and she carefully reversed out in front of him, exiting the car park very tentatively with Mitch on her tail.
They drove the three kilometers to the tire store and Mitch parked next to her and looked over to admire her stunning good looks.
"Will you come in with me?" she mouthed.
"Sure," he replied.
As Darcey walked into the store there was an almost universal turning of heads by the mostly male staff. At the counter, with Mitch standing beside her, Darcey explained her predicament to the salesman. It became obvious that she wasn't going to get a great deal of satisfaction today. The clock on the wall showed to quarter twelve and the salesman delicately explained there was not enough time to service her car before their Saturday closing time of twelve.
"Shit!" she cursed.
"You could come back on Monday morning," he offered.
"I'm not really comfortable driving it the way it is."
"Well, you could you leave it here and pick it up when we ring you on Monday."
"That's fine, but how do I get home? I mean don't need it tomorrow, but the boot is full of groceries."
"I could drive you home," said Mitch instinctively.
"Would you?" she asked appreciatively.
"Of course."
Darcey signed some paperwork and handed over her credit card and keys and was now sitting in the passenger seat of Mitch's car. Driving towards her house in East Brighton he grabbed a glance sideways at the very attractive passenger in the front seat next to him. He couldn't help but notice her lacy stocking tops were again peeping out from beneath the hem of her skirt. Again he felt a stiffening in his pants.
"God I love stockings!" he again thought to himself.
As he drove they happily prattled, Darcey telling him how much she loved her little red SLK Mercedes and he telling how much he loved his WRX. At her house he pulled into the driveway and he helped her carry the groceries inside the very neatly renovated workers cottage.
"Very nice," he observed as he followed her through the front door and past the original part of the house into a large open living area which had been recently extended. He placed the groceries on the kitchen bench.
"Would you like to stay for lunch," she asked turning to face him.
"Are you sure?"
"It's the least I could do for you after all you've done for me."
"Why not?"
"Good!" she replied, walking around to the kitchen side of the bench to grab a little white lace apron from the pantry and whirling into action.
"There's a couple bottles of white wine in the fridge. Do you want to pick one? Glasses are in the cupboard next to the fridge."
"Sounds good."
He selected an Australian Petaluma chardonnay from a number of other quality bottles before selecting two beautiful Riedel glasses in the cupboard moving back to the other side of the bench to pour the wine as Darcey prepared lunch.
"Beautiful wine," he commented as he read the label on the bottle
