I entered the third store of the afternoon in search of what seemed to be such a simple thing, a thermometer. My nephew needed one for a science project he was working on and it had to be the classic mercury filled kind. But all the stores seemed to carry anymore were the digital readout kind, with a range from only 90 to 110, or outdoor ones made for measuring air temperatures.
I wandered the aisles of the Wal-Mart, intending to search the Lawn & Garden department, auto section and pharmacy. Rounding the corner of the aisle leading to the automotive section, I was greeted by a very pleasant sight. There, even with my face, was a beautiful, curvaceous ass, encased in snug khakis. A shapely brunette was standing tip toed on the bottom shelf, straining to reach something on the very top shelf. With her arms stretched to their limit, her leather jacket rode up revealing her oh-so-cute buns. As she reached upward, she emitted cute little grunts of effort. As I approached, mesmerized by her ass, I noticed that her straining fingers only succeeded in pushing the product she wanted further out of her reach.
Immediately, my gentlemanly nature kicked in and I said, "Here, let me help you." She turned to smile at me as I moved up beside her and held out my hand to help her safely back to the floor. She placed her soft hand in mine and I helped her down. Then I reached up and easily retrieved the bottle of power steering fluid she needed.
"Thank you so much," she beamed, and I noticed how her eyes sparkled.
"You're very welcome," I smiled back.
"This stuff is hard to find," she began. "This is the third store I've been to. I drive a Honda and you have to use a special brand of power steering fluid."
"Really?" I asked. "I drive a Honda, too, but never knew it took special fluid. I've never had to add any. Funny thing, this is the third store I've been to also."
"What are you looking for?" she asked.
"A thermometer of all things." I proceeded to explain why I needed a mercury filled one, and how neither a digital readout nor one made for measuring air would work. "this is the third store I've tried, too!" We continued chatting in the isle, exchanging small talk. It was very enjoyable because for once, two people were engaged in pleasant conversation, not in a big hurry, and willing to take a little time to get to know the other person. As our conversation progressed, my body began to respond involuntarily. As I listened to her musical voice, I could feel a general loosening of my genitals. My cock became half-plump and my balls seemed to lower in my sack. My body was telling me before my mind that I needed this woman and something in the glint of her eye told me she needed a man.
Our talk returned to her car. I gestured to the bottle of power steering fluid she held and asked, "Do you need some help putting it in?"
Her eyes snapped to mine in surprise and we both realized the double meaning of my question. I blushed and she looked up at me through half-lidded eyes. She quietly said, "I could really use some help putting it in, if you've got the time."
I closed the distance between us and moved my face close to hers. She was rather petite, so I kind of loomed over her. I lowered my face and breathed in the fragrance of her cascading brunette hair. "You smell wonderful. So clean and fresh," I breathed into her hair. She turned her head toward me, lifted her face and our lips brushed each other. We gazed into each other's eyes watching for any signs of fear or objection from the other, but none was forthcoming.
Slowly, our arms encircled each other and our lips pressed together more firmly. Right there in the middle of the aisle, her warm tongue pushed my lips apart and glided over my teeth. My tongue joined hers and we explored each other's mouth. She let out little whimpers that caused my cock to swell against her hip. She pulled away slightly and looked up at me.
"My place is right nearby," she whispered. I nodded slowly and slipped my hand around her small waist to guide her down the aisle. We walked arm in arm through the aisles of Wal-Mart, having just met, but feeling very comfortable with each other. Her hands tentatively explored beneath my waist and gently caressed my ass as we watched. She broke the silence by saying, "Do you have protection?"
"Not on me," I replied.
She steered us toward the healthcare section and soon we stood before the large display of condoms. As her right arm encircled my waste, her left moved to my crotch to lightly run over the length of my straining cock. My loose boxers and dress pants did little to conceal my erection. She rubbed her hand up and down letting out a soft, "Mmmmm." She looked up at me and smiled, "I think we'll need the extra large size."
Our sexual banter became playful as I asked, "And what type of ribbing would you prefer?"
She assumed a thoughtful pose and put one finger to her soft lips. "Let me think," she mused to herself. "I don't think I'll need the lubricated type. I've got plenty of lubrication of my own. But this looks like fun!" she reached out and chose a brand featuring extra ribbing for increased stimulation.
We moved toward the checkout counter together but separated as we neared the cash registers. She paid for her power steering fluid. I watched her with anticipation as she paid for her purchase. I pictured her naked and wondered what she would look like, how she would taste. As she took her bag and receipt she cast a quick glance at my face, then down to my crotch. She shot me a look as if to say, "Aw, poor baby. Did I do that to you?"
I had my cock pressed against the counter to disguise its present state as the cashier scanned the box of condoms and accepted my payment. I moved to where my sexy stranger waited outside the door and we embraced. The warm spring sunshine warmed us as our tongues explored each other's mouths once more. My cock burned between our thighs. After a long, leisurely kiss, she pulled away softly biting my lower lip and releasing it. Her face began to assume that wild look of sexual abandon.
"You want to follow me?" she asked.
"I'd follow you anywhere," I replied.
Our cars were parked near each other and I was giddy with excitement as I followed her a few short blocks to her house. I gently rubbed my firm cock through my trousers as I followed her. I pulled up behind her in the driveway of a cute cottage like home. When we exited our cars, she pulled me by the hand around the back of the house. We climbed the cement stairs and once more embraced and kissed on her back porch.
"What's your name?" she asked hoarsely between kisses.
"Adam."
"I'm Linda,"
"Mmmmm, Linda," was all I could say.
"Adam, for some strange reason I want to give you the best fucking of your life."
"This is all happening pretty fast, but I'm liking it! Let's go!"
She turned toward her door and began to unlock it. As she did so, I moved up close behind her and pressed my hard cock against her ass cheeks.
"That feels good," she cooed.
The back door swung open and we stumbled in. Then she slammed it shut behind us. Our tongues delved into each other's mouths as our hands explored our bodies and we gently but quickly began to undress each other. Our clothes dropped to floor of the kitchen as we shed them.
Dressed only in a lacy bra and panties, she ran her hands over my sides and onto my boxers, the only clothing remaining on me. She reached inside the waste band and slowly slid them down my legs, allowing my hard cock to finally spring free. She continued to move her hands down the outside of my legs and lowered herself to a kneeling position.
Her hands moved back up the inside of my legs. One hand cupped the underside of my loose hanging balls. The other hand grazed the underside of my extended cock. I pumped my cock muscles causing it to move up and down in front of her face. She laughed giddily and closed her hand around it as her mouth moved to the engorged head.
Her warm mouth closed around my swollen cock head and her tongue lolled back and forth under it. She moved her tongue and lips down to the base and lightly licked each ball. Then she kissed the underside of my shaft and made her way back to the head. She moaned seductively as she closed her eyes and seemed to enter a trance-like state. She moved her mouth up and down my shaft, sucking in as much as she could before it reached the back of her throat. I gripped my own ass cheeks and threw my head back as I felt her swallow and draw more of my manhood into her throat. She moaned incessantly, sending sexy vibrations through my thick meat.
Eventually, she was able to get the whole thing into her mouth. With her nose was buried in my pubic hair, she reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks. I moved my hands to her head and entangled them into her soft hair, which was becoming increasingly disarrayed. She drew her mouth back before grabbing my ass cheeks and forcing my full length back down her throat. She began to slowly pick up the pace, slamming my meat down her talented throat. Soon, I began bucking to help and felt the stirrings of an approaching orgasm. Our pace increased and my balls slapped against her chin and throat. Her fingers clenched the soft flesh of my ass harder as she felt me beginning to twitch uncontrollably. She yelled something unintelligible around the cock that filled her mouth. I think it was, "Cum in my mouth!"
I had little choice in the matter. I felt my cock swell even more and it erupted. Hot jism pumped into her deep throat. She moaned in delight as she felt it course into her. She began to lick it up in a frenzy, drinking every drop and cooing while she sucked.
