It was another sleepless night for me, nothing new, as usual I found myself at one of the few places that stays open 24 hours, the dreaded superstore. I loathed coming here, it is always the same thing; cheap crap no one really needs at prices everyone can afford. The only reason I ever ended up here was because of my insomnia. The only positive thing about the place was the bar crowd usually ended up here at 3 when the bars closed, which meant good looking drunk chicks stumbling through the store. But not tonight, tonight I was earlier than usual and I was wanting to get the hell out of here. I first saw her as I was looking at a clearance rack of clothing, she was a tall girl, but that could have been because of her black high heels, with shoulder length blonde hair. It was more of a dishwater blonde than anything, and I'll be honest I didn't get a good look at her face because I was sizing her up. She was wearing a one-piece black dress, something you might wear clubbing, mid cut neckline, flowing fabric at the hemline and those shoes. The heel wasn't all that high maybe 2 inches, but it was the straps that wrapped themselves around her ankles and up her well defined calves. I'm a sucker for great calves. The rest of her was pretty well camouflaged because of the dress style. I could tell she was decently stacked, but as far as waist and hips it was pretty much a crapshoot.
"How you doing," I asked in the deepest voice I could muster as she walked by me.
She briefly raised her head at me and I caught a glimpse of her face. She giggled a little and replied, "I'm good, how about you?"
"Better now that you're so close," I spat out knowing it was one of the cheesiest lines I could say. I knew these encounters in passing never amounted to anything, but I figured the least I could do is give her a good laugh for later. What shocked me was her response to my comment.
"How sweet," she cooed as she continued walking.
I was stunned. I turned my head to see if I could check out her ass and got busted. She was looking me over. I gave her my stupid little smile; she smiled back, turned and walked away. I wasn't sure what to do, I knew she could have been teasing me, but I had to find out. I started down the aisle between the men and women's clothing, seeking my blonde flirt.
I spotted her looking at panties; yeah I was that deep into the women's section. I thought I'd make a pass on the outer aisle, and act like I just came across her, so I went around the far side and started walking up the aisle. When I neared her I slowed down and looked up the aisle. She was holding up a pair of silky black French cut bikinis.
"Those are cute," I said startling her, "I bet you'd look real tasty in those."
"You think," she asked holding them up to her waist, "I normally don't wear panties, I was just considering which I should wear tonight pantyhose or panties."
"Ah," I stuttered, I felt the blood start to flow to places you shouldn't have blood flow to when you're wearing gym shorts, "I've always been a fool for a woman in hose. I'd skip the panties and stick with the pantyhose."
"That sounds like a great idea," she said putting the panties back, "I appreciate your help."
"Anytime," I said as I watched her walk away.
I felt as if I had had enough of the super center and decided to check out. I now had something to do when I got home other than flipping channels. Being midnight there weren't that many checkouts open, but that was okay, there weren't that many people checking out either. I paid for the few things I had bought and stepped out of the way for the next person to do their business. As I stood there typing my bags up, the blonde walked up to the same cashier. I saw she had a pantyhose box in her hand, and she smiled at me when I finally looked her in the eye. She wasn't the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but she also wasn't the ugliest either. I don't mean to sound judgmental because I'm no Adonis, but in clubbing terms she was a two-drink minimum; you need at least two drinks before she looks good enough to take home. But I'm not a picky guy, at least not when I'm on such a dry spell, I finished tying my bags as she walked right by me.
"Need help with those," I sheepishly asked.
"I'm sorry," she said stopping a few feet from me.
I figured she was getting ready to scream rape, or pervert, or something else that would get me arrested. I wasn't sure if I should ask her again, but figured I had nothing to lose but my self-respect. "Do you," I swallowed hard, "need help with those?"
She laughed, that was a good sign.
"I don't think so," she started putting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight, "I was just going to go into the bathroom and slide myself into them. I've got a date I need to get to, why, what did you have in mind?"
"Nothing really," I replied, "it's just that I've got a suburban out in the parking lot with nice clean carpeted floor and dark tinted windows you could use, if you wanted to I mean."
I felt like a nervous teenager again, asking a girl out on a first date.
"Okay," she said quickly, "lead the way."
I didn't ask questions, I just led the way to my parking spot. I opened the door and helped her inside; she made comment about the missing middle row and how much room there was inside. I was getting ready to close the door when she stopped me.
"Aren't you getting in," she asked, "I thought you wanted to watch this."
I didn't need a second invitation; I climbed in and sat next to her. The light stayed on for a few seconds and I watched as she began to remove her shoes. When the light clicked off she made comment about letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. I reached up to a fixture over our heads and clicked on a red light.
"Wow," she giggled, "mood lighting, how sexy."
"Something like that," I answered, "you can't see this light through the window, and you can't see us either."
"Good," she smiled, "then they can't see this either."
She reached under herself and pulled her dress up. Her bare ass touched the cool leather. I glanced down quickly to see if I could see any of her nakedness. Then she did something I didn't expect, she stripped her dress completely off. I was pleasantly surprised and shocked all at the same time. Here was this stranger, whom I met about twenty minutes ago, sitting in my car in a black lace push-up bra and nothing else. I glanced down again and noticed she had her legs spread slightly, I was treated to a view of the hairiest pussy I had ever scene. That's when I realized she wasn't a true blonde.
"Oh that feels so liberating," she laughed.
Then she climbed towards the front seat. I was treated to a full view of her plump ass, wide hips and a shot of her pussy. She climbed forward to lay her dress over the front seat, and I guess she felt my eyes on her ass.
"You enjoying the view," she said catching me off guard.
"Yeah," I blushed, "who wouldn't?"
"Open these up for me please," she said handing me her smiling faced bag.
I grabbed the bag and tore into the box. As I was retrieving her pantyhose she sat back down next to me and proceeded to play with the hair around her pussy. She stretched her long legs out and spread them slightly and combed her fingers through her bush. I almost forgot what I was doing because of my new entertainment.
"Have you ever seen a hairier pussy," she laughed as she stroked her pubic hair.
"Um, no," I said craning my neck to get a better view.
"Do you want to touch it," she asked.
"Yes," I almost yelled.
"Now be nice to the kitty," she teased as she grabbed for my left hand, "you have to pet the kitty just right." She pulled my hand to her thigh and helped me stroke back and forth against her bare skin. As I started taking over the stroking motion on her thigh she eased her grip on my hand. I continued to stroke ever so lightly as she released my hand totally.
"Mmm," she purred, "that feels nice."
I stroked higher on her legs coming closer to her jungle of a bush. She leaned her head back and started to coo ever so softly. I finally couldn't stand any more teasing, I moved my hand to the thick of her bush and continued to stroke my hand back and forth. I could smell her sex she was so hot, and I wasn't far behind her. With my other hand I readjusted my shorts so my dick was sticking out of the left leg hole. I slowly began adding pressure to my stoking and soon found she was dripping wet. When I finally did get through all of that hair I found a very hot and very wet cunt. My first stroke into her wetness made her convulse ever so slightly. And then I found the two benchmarks I was looking for; first her clit, I gently took it between my fingers and gave it a little pinch and she nearly came out of her seat, and the second, her honey hole. I shifted in my seat and noticed she had pulled her titties out of her bra and was pinching her nipples, I also noticed she had her eyes squeezed shut and her tongue kept licking her lips. When I shift I had better access to her pussy, using one hand to play with her clit and the other to finger fuck her. She was moaning louder as I slipped a third finger into her. I was really hoping I could fuck her because by now my dick was really aching. I leaned towards her and nudged one of her hands away from a nipple, she knew what I wanted and thrust her tit at me. She cried out as I gently nibbled on her nipple.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, "your fucking tongue, lick my pussy please."
