I mentioned in chapter 1 that Nancy and I often would meet at Wal Mart. I'm retired, and have my days free. Rather than take part in the scrum that is grocery shopping on weekends, I prefer to do mine on the quieter weekday afternoons when the stores are less crowded. Nancy, a stay at home mom, also found that the time she had available during the day made mid week, mid day shopping an efficient effort. Thus it was we met that one afternoon in the spring, with glorious results.
In the beginning, our Wal Mart encounters were entirely happenstance, the result of our ability to shop during the day, though after a while, I began looking for her in the store. While we would meet by chance more often than not, we also got where Nancy would text me if she was planning a grocery trip. This would lead to her teasing me as we shopped, since she'd always wear something that, while it was not especially revealing, would allow me a glimpse of her charms if she leaned the right direction. We'd get worked up, then go screw in the back of her van right in the parking lot. For a girl who never played in the back seat in her youth, she was making up for lost time. The feel of outside air on her body, combined with the risk of getting caught was the thrill, and she'd always come like crazy.
Occasionally, she'd need to go out in the evening to get something for one of her kids. We ran into each other then, too, and, again, she started texting me to let me know when she was taking a late shopping trip. We'd end up screwing in her van, though unlike the afternoon meetings, I'd pull out of her and come on her tits, belly, bush, face, or she'd swallow my come, since she didn't want to come back from Wal Mart with a cream pie, which would be a dead giveaway to our affair. Sometimes, when she wanted to feel the warmth of my come inside her, we'd use a condom. We didn't do this as much in the summer, since her kids were home, but picked up again when school started in August.
So it was one night we met up in Wal Mart a little after nine. Nancy was wearing white running shorts and a dark blue t-shirt. I could see her braless tits bouncing under it, though the dark color made it so her poking nipples were hard to see. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, my usual retirement summer garb.
As we made our way around the store, we stopped in the paper aisle, since Nancy needed toilet paper. On our first evening trip there, we had a brief exchange with the guy who was assigned to stock that aisle. His name was Dave. Over time, we'd see him routinely, and had him thinking we were married 23 years. He's rib us about date night at Wal Mart, and it became a running joke. As we turned the corner into the aisle, there he was, as usual.
"Lemme guess, date night again??" he razzed us.
I looked at Nancy, squeezing her hand, making her smile, then back at Dave. "Love is where you find it," I replied, making him laugh.
"You two must be crazy in love," said Dave. "You even look like you're having fun here!!"
I looked at Nancy again. "Well, when you love each other, it doesn't matter where you go, as long as you do it together." Nancy squeezed my hand, her fingers entwining in mine.
Dave laughed. "Yeah, but you really ought to take her somewhere nice some time."
Nancy looked at Dave, then at me. "Oh, he does. We go all kinds of good places, nice dinners, a couple of cruises." Nancy gave me a short kiss. "But most days, he just sends me over the moon right at home." She smiled at me, her blue eyes sparkling. She grabbed a big package of toilet paper and dropped it in the cart.
Dave laughed. "You two better get out of here before you set all this paper stuff on fire. And don't let me catch you out behind auto!!" We all laughed, and Nancy and I moved on, laughing with each other as we headed for electronics. I picked up an SD card for my camera, and we walked on, talking about how we had Dave thinking we were married.
"Ya know, maybe I should make you my Wal Mart hubby," said Nancy, looking up at me for a reaction.
"Ha ha, you're funny. And you can be my Wal Mart wife."
"No, seriously." Nancy stopped, taking my hand more tightly. "My husband has this woman he works with on a lot of projects. I only semi jokingly call her his office wife. Sometimes it seems he's closer to her than to me."
I thought a minute. "Yeah, that happens with a lot of people. They work closely with someone, and it becomes almost like a marriage."
"OK, so we spend a lot of time together in Wal Mart, and seem to meet here even when we're not trying," said Nancy. "Why can't I have a Wal Mart hubby??"
Her logic was unassailable. "You may be on to something," I said, laughing. "We could have a Wal Mart wedding. Perhaps up at the customer service desk, with the store manager officiating."
Nancy laughed. "Yeah, and I can get flowers from the rack by the door, and the bakery can make us a cake. I'm sure they have the little bride and groom for it."
"Right. And you can have a cashier for a maid of honor, and I can probably get Dave back there to be best man."
We continued to come up with suggestions for the wedding as we headed over to hardware so I could pick up some air filters. I found the ones I needed and put them in the cart. Then I turned to Nancy, kissing her.
"Give me your rings," I said to her.
"Wha?? What are you up to??" said Nancy, giving me an odd look, though her face showed intrigue.
"Give me your wedding set." Nancy looked a little dubious, but complied. I stuck her wedding band in the change pocket in my shorts, then got down on one knee. I took her left hand, holding it, and looked up at her. I kissed her hand.
"Nancy..."
"Yes," she said, now getting an 'oh crap!!' look on her face.
"Nancy, we've been walking around Wal Mart together for several months now, in every corner of the store. It's been a time I have truly enjoyed, and in that time, I have come to love you deeply, no matter if it's in produce, frozen, electronics or toys. I want to walk with you through Wal Mart every day from now on. Nancy, will you be my Wal Mart wife??" I slipped her engagement ring onto her left ring finger.
