All Night Supermaret

Regina stepped out of a steamy shower and grabbed her towel. She blotted her long dark wavey hair, trying to squeeze the moisture out. She opened the bathroom door to let some of the steam out so she could begin her work at the mirror. She lived alone so it didn't matter that she was naked and vulnerable. For some reason she always preferred to shower with the bathroom door closed. Maybe she felt a little too vulnerable showering with it open, which was ironic given what she was planning to do tonight. More than likely, vulnerability without control was a problem, with control, it was enticing.

The steam began to clear and Regina's image gradually emerged. At 5' 9", she was tall for her 125 lb frame. She was toned and firm but not muscular. She had near perfect feet that were nicely manicured. Toe nails were polished bright red to match her fingernails, and her lip stick, of course. Her bush was trimmed and shaped into a small triangle above her sex. She grabbed her bottle of moisturizing lotion and squeezed an ample amount in her hand. She rubbed her hands together and reached down to her left ankle and started the application. She rubbed a little on her foot, and then up the length of her legs. Her calves were firm, probably from wearing heals nearly everyday, and her thighs were toned and smooth. The scent of her lotion was stimulating to say the least. The eucalyptus notes paired nicely with sage and bergamot. It smelled like someone should be relaxed and naked.

Regina took another squirt of lotion and rubbed it in to her arms, shoulders, and abs. Her full C cup breasts were perky and firm. They reflected her youthful 27 years. Her olive skin took on a healthy sheen from the lotion. She soaked in her image for a few minutes. Her naked body was a pleasing image to her. Its was prompted her to do what she was about to do.

Leaning over the sink, Regina put on some face cream that gave her face a similar fresh look. She fingered her thick dark hair. and then applied her red lipstick that created a nice contrast to her olive skin. She spread her legs wider and bent over at the waist to shake out her hair. Her mind's eye she imagined her perfect pink asshole and the pinker pussy lips. She looked through her legs at the full length mirror and the image she saw matched her imagination. She stood upright fast flung her hair back. It was longer than usual reaching about five inches past her shoulder. She dragged a big chunky comb through her mane and applied some hair oil to make sure it had a nice sheen like the rest of her.

Leaving the bathroom, Regina moved across her bedroom to her dresser. She opened the top drawer that held all her panties and bras. Piles of sexy underwear, all different colors just dropped in the drawer, no folding or gathering of like kinds. Bras were kind of on the left, panties on the right. Both piles were about 8 inches deep. They smelled fresh, like muted floral or something. She closed the drawer without removing anything. Not tonight, she thought.

She opened the next drawer down, also full of skimpy things. She pulled out a small, white stretchy tube top and a matching tube skirt, closed the drawer and threw the top the bed. She held up the skirt to check it out. She could see the light in her bedroom through the material. If it was ten inches long it was a lot. The top was the same. Oh well, she thought, and bent over holding out the skirt while stepping into it. She gently stood up, pulling the skirt up to cover her pussy and tight, shapely ass. Regina admired her look in the mirror, the shiny dark hair and olive skin, ample breasts exposed, and the tiniest patch of material barely covering her near hairless vulnerability. She felt the beginnings of an itch forming deep within her canal, and pulled the skirt way up to cover her breasts. Then picked up the other garment from the bed, both were the same material and size, so stepped into this piece and pulled it up. Regina stood in front of the mirror, her legs spread shoulder-wide. Hot, she thought to her self. The itch grew stronger.

Shoes. Which shoes? Knee-high boots? Sexy, modern. Stilettos? Legs tone and pumped. Sandals? Light, pretty. Definitely the stilettos. She slipped her size, perfectly smooth, pedicured feet into each shoe. It would be challenging to wear these for a long time. If her plan worked well, she wouldn't be doing a lot of walking. Once again, stood in front of the mirror, legs spread. Damn! The clock striking midnight broke her trance. Okay, show time, she grabbed her purse and headed to the garage.

Regina opened the garage door and slipped into the drivers seat of her Porche Carrera white convertible. Started the ignition and pulled out of the garage. The night air was cooler than earlier, but still very warm, and humid. It was damp. She headed toward her favorite all night supermarket. She got used to visiting this store on her way home from the office. As a lawyer she worked long days. She could be on her way home anytime from 8, 9, or 10, but even midnight wouldn't be too unusual. Of course, the earlier in the night, the more people were in the store. Any time after 10 and she could be the only person in the store with the very sexy night manager. He was usually the only one in the store and would be doing various tasks in different departments. This place wasn't huge so he could always be near the self checkouts and take care of a lot of work around the store.

Eric was mid-forties, on the tall side, maybe 5' 11" or 6' on a good day. Dark, hairy, and thick. Regina loved a thick man. He had a nice full beard too, and sparkling white teeth. He always noticed Regina who was always tastefully dressed in a business suit. She had great legs so Eric loved to watch her shop, especially if needed to be working on his knees. He had full lips, big, wideset blue eyes a thick neck, strong arms, thick hands and fingers. His ass nicely filled out a pair of jeans. He always had on a tight fitting oxford shirt with no undershirt and his sleeves rolled up revealing the forearms of a baseball player.

As she drove on through the night, she envisioned Eric taking her on the floor of the supermarket, or bent over the oranges as he pounds her from behind. She had masturbated to those fantasies hundreds of times, and tonight, one of them was coming true. The itch got stronger. Regina reached down and touched her heat. She pulled back the hood of her clit and gently touched herself. Shivers. She moistened a finger in her mouth and then did the same thing. She wasn't scratching her itch, but she was making it stronger. It felt good. She was nearly the only person on the road. Occasionally a car would pull up next to her, so she decided, with her finger on her clit she was going to flash her titties. Didn't matter who it was. Man, woman, whatever.

Headlights were approaching in her rear view. She slowed down and got over to the right lane. She felt fear, anxiety, excitement. The car got closer. It was some kind of pickup truck. She was afraid she would chicken out so she quickly pulled the halter top down, underneath her tits. It propped them up and make her breasts seem even perkier, if that was possible. With her right hand on the wheel, her left hand tweaked her rock hard nipples. The truck was closer and oh God, the light was red. It would be right next her. She went ahead and played with nipples more. That same itch was now traveling up and down her spine. From her pussy to her brain, to her nipples, to her pussy. She stopped at the red light, and the pickup rolled up next to her. In the passenger seat was a youngish man, probably late twenties or early thirties. blond shaggy hair. He was talking with his wife or girlfriend expressively.

Hands were flying around emphatically. Regina looked at the back of his head. He wasn't looking at her. She felt more daring and lifted her left breast to her mouth. She tongued her nipple. He finally turned his head to the front and then to his right. From his height he could see both Regina's exposed breasts. She let her left hand drop from her tit to her pussy and did a little clit work. He was trying not to react because it would alert the driver, but he was aware. He locked eyes with Regina. They were sharing a moment. His pupils were big black pools, taking it all in. This absolutely gorgeous brunette exhibitionist pleasuring herself all for him. He obviously wanted to keep this for himself. The light turned green and the pick up took off. He looked back as long as he could. Regina let him go off into the night and made no effort to keep up with him. The show, for him, was over.

Feeling hornier than before, Regina adjusted her top to cover her breasts again. She was now rubbing her legs together to scratch the itch. It was futile. She was so wet from the show off. It really amped up her itch. It was still about another 10 minute drive to the store. She watched as the pick up truck was way ahead of her now, at least two or three lights. That's okay. She didn't want more than one of those exposures. She needed some relief though. She reached in her bag and felt around until she found the the six inch log silver bullet vibrator. With a click on the back of it like she was turning on a flashlight it began to hum beautiful music to her ears. She pressed the smooth metal finish against her clit and electricity shot up and down her spine. The night air was warm and humid and driving in a convertible the air blew through her hair and enveloped her body in warmth. The sensations were escalated by the electricity ricocheting from her clit to her brain to her nipples to her clit. It brought her to orgasm and her pussy released its nectar. She put the vibrator back in her purse and then put her hand in her crotch to feel the dampness, then she sniffed her wet fingers and tasted her own juice.

She saw the supermarket entrance up on the left and slowed to pull into the parking lot. Just as she expected, Only one car in the lot. Eric was in there alone, and she was going to have her way with him. As she pulled in, the sky opened up and rain poured down. She parked, but couldn't get the top up fast enough. Her body, her outfit, and her body were quickly soaked.

The thin material was surely be even more see through and somehow, this little bit more exposure made her a little more nervous. There was no turning back now. She got the top up. Checked her look in the mirror. She put on fresh lipstick and eye liner while looing in the vanity mirror. She looked down to check her outfit. It was indeed, see-through. She could see her dark areolas clearly through the thin white crinkly material. Her breasts were hanging out the bottom. When she pulled the top down some, more cleavage was exposed at the top. It was perfect, either way. She looked down at her skirt and her entire vagina was exposed. She felt that internal itch start again. She would need to stand up to fix that.

Regina opened the car door and swung one of her long legs out into the rain. The night air was still warm somehow. Summers in the south were brutal. Her vagina was completely exposed for a second or two while she swung her other leg out. She stood up and adjusted the skirt as best she could. Closed and locked the door, dropped her key in her purse and took long strides to the entrance of the store. The adrenaline rush was almost too much to bare. Her heart was pounding and she could probably take her pulse in her clit. Hopefully, please God, hopefully let her receive some satisfaction.