His Mil Her Cooie

Dianne Cummings was head of the Christmas Party Planning Committee for her church. She was excited about it the first months but now… she was standing in the dairy section having a crisis of faith while having a staring contest with the cow mascot on a gallon of milk.

“Uhm, Ma’am?” The young grocer asked as he adjusted the yogurt he was stocking.

“Maybe I should call it ‘Is this Dystopia What Our Lord Would Have Wanted Christmas Party?’ But who would come to *that*?"

“Uhm ...?”

Dianne startled at the sound of his voice. “Oh hi! I didn’t see you there, young man.  Am I in your way?”

“No. Are you okay?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I have been shelving for twenty minutes and you haven’t moved a muscle.”

“Oh.”

“Anything I can help you with?”

Sizing the young man up, with a glance. “Do you have any objections to fucking me stupid in the nearest bathroom to help me clear my head so I can figure out how to plan my church’s Christmas party in three days? I have had three months to plan but after the catastrophe that happened in the November election, I have lost my will to live and therefore my faith in god. So maybe having some good dick will renew my faith in *Humanity* and maybe my faith in god at least in the performative sense to plan this party, that the entire congregation has been looking forward to for *months.* ”

The grocer blinked. “My shift is over in ten minutes.”

He took a step closer, moving into her space with a boyish smirk that flooded his youth with a confidence normally found in men twenty years his senior. “Do you want to know my name? Or is the fact that I’m a stranger part of the appeal?”

“You’ve done this before.”

“I’m not a virgin, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I am.”

“You sure you want your first time to be with some random guy in the public bathroom of a grocery store three days before Christmas day in the middle of the night?”

“If not you, then who? I spent my whole life waiting for the right man to come along and I’m still all alone”

“You must have a pretty high bar for men to meet.”

“Well then, it’s time I lowered it.”

Dianne unzipped her hoodie jacket. The gravitational pull of her now-visible cleavage drew his gaze instantly.

“Mm,” he grunted in a tone of masculine appreciation.

She had started to zip her coat back up when he pulled her close and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss made her feel vulnerable, compliant, receptive, and needy.

His hands explored their way down her sides and slipped under her skirt to rub a finger against her damp panties. The kiss broke just enough for them both to breathe.

“Shit… this is crazy,” he chuckled against her lips.

“You wanna stop?”

“Hell, no!”

Lips on lips again, her hands were shaking when she reached to unfasten his jeans.

She broke the kiss to whisper, “Condoms.”

“Aisle Three, Toward the Pharmacy," he answered reflexively, his breath heavy.

Running to grab them, she returned to the dairy section. She felt the frown forming as she saw he wasn’t there. Did she scare him off, she wondered, her jacket still open, her cleavage still exposed. She sucked her teeth and just stashed the lubricant and box of condoms on an end cap shelf of chips Maybe he was a delusion? What kind of a man would just make out with a stranger in the middle of the grocery store anyway?

“You change your mind?” he called out to her. She slowly turned around. He was standing there in a leather jacket instead of the apron he had on before.

“I thought *you* had.”

“Naw, I just went to go clock out.”

He grabbed the condom box and the lubricant with the wide width of one hand. “I’ma put these back.”

“Don’t we need those?”

“I got it covered.” There was that confidence again infusing his words around the smile in his voice.

'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' was playing on the overhead store speakers when they were next making out in the employee bathroom. Her back against the tile wall, skirt pushed up to her hips. Her panties were partially pulled down. His fingers were rubbing against her clit.

He reluctantly paused touching her and he pulled back to unfasten his pants, taking a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth. She slipped out of her panties while he slipped on the condom.

“You want me to turn around or can you hold me up?” she asked, having moved into his space, her panties wadded up in her fist to slip into his coat pocket, just like all those slutty girls did in the movies. He leaned in and nibbled on her neck.

“Yes.”

“Which is it?”

“Both of ‘em. Whichever one you want…”

“Never done this before, remember?”

His hand slipped between her legs again, “She knows which one you want… doesn't she? Say it.” He rubbed along her clit, til Dianne bucked against him.

“Lift me up,” she demanded breathlessly.

Grinning, he had her against the wall again, lifting her up, teasingly rubbing his dick around her clit before he angled it lower, entering with one full thrust -- fully sheathing himself inside. She gasped sharply.

“You alright?”

“Keep. Going,” she hissed a moan between grit teeth that were tense around a louder sound that may have been a yelp. Her ankles hooked around his back, her high heels clacking as they dropped onto the floor once he thrust into her with his full length again and again. He was trembling, nearly outright shaking.

“Are you okay?”

“Trying not to cum too fast. I’m ‘bout to bust with each pump. Been needing some good pussy. Damn… you got good pussy.”

A flush of heat washed over her whole body hearing him say that. He started thrusting harder, heavier.

“Oh god…”

He went even faster, muffling his moans in her skin. Feeling her tighten around him, he felt his knees wanting to buckle. He paused and held her tight as he backed up til he sat on the toilet and she gasped at the new angle of her straddling him.

“Ride it. Ride your way to glory…”

Her hips were tentative, til they weren't as some primal force pushed its way through her; the faster and faster she ground on top of him.

“Jesus Christ!” she screamed jubilantly, her whole body trembling in climax. And he couldn't hold his back anymore. He held her down on his dick and pumped into her, groaning his climax into the condom. She was panting as she looked at him. His face was twisted in an expression of effort and passion. “Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas,” he panted and attempted a smile.

Dianne giggled.  “Best Christmas gift I’ve gotten in a while.”

“Worth the wait then?”

“Oh. Yeah. Definitely.”

“You know where I work if you want more.”

She slowly dismounted, careful that the condom didn’t slide off or get stuck inside of her. He hissed and reached to help her. “Condom still intact. That’s the real holiday gift.”

Dianne laughed. “It just might be.”

She lowered her skirt and adjusted her clothes. It felt awkwardly liberating without her underwear. He got up, dumped the semen inside the condom into the toilet, flushed it, then threw the slimy latex in the trash can.

“Why didn’t you just throw the whole condom in the trash?”

“Cos I got three wise women in my life, who like to dig in the trash. I’m almost late to my second job. I can walk you to your car, though. Are you gonna be alright tonight for your church party planning?”

“I think so. Though if you have enough drama in your life, maybe having my panties in your coat pocket isn’t a good idea?”

He reached in his pocket and pulled the panties out with a smile. “Probably not, and it's getting cold out there, supposed to dip under zero degrees tonight, might want to keep that good pussy warm.” He handed the panties back.

“Thanks,” she said and slipped them back on before she went to retrieve her heels and slip them back on as well. Together they walked out into the parking lot. He made sure she got in her car safely before he left for his own.

She started the car and on the ride home, 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' started to play on the radio, and she felt a smile curl her lips as if she had some inside joke, some inner joy rekindled, some faith in the goodness in Humanity restored.