They say that lightning never strikes twice. Well, it did for me and I was blown away. Only last Saturday I went to the local supermarket to collect some porcini mushrooms and pancetta my wife needed to make a tagliatelle for dinner guests we were having that night. After searching hopelessly for several isles, I found what I needed, paid and was about to leave when I saw him. The stranger I had met at the cash and carry only a fortnight ago.
I had reached the main exit and nearly bumped into him as he was leaving beside me. I gulped and wondered if he remembered me. I didn't have to wait long to find out. He flashed me that big smile and tilted his head to one side.
"Hey, how are doing?" He spoke with a deep voice and instantly I fell under his spell.
Nervously I replied feeling myself go red under his manly stare. "Oh hi," I stuttered. "Good, how about you?"
He nodded and pushed one of two shopping bags towards me. "How about giving me a hand to my car?"
My mind went blank and I suddenly wondered if he wanted me to do anything. The last time had been so unexpected yet exciting. I found myself looking down to the long bulge in his cargo pants as I took the handle and took a deep gulp. "Er, ok," was all I could reply.
Quickly he stepped forward through the throng of people coming and going about their daily business. Like an obedient puppy I followed and entered the sea of cars that numbered at least five hundred. His pace was quick and he did not look back to see if I followed. He turned left and walked past the enormous supermarket windows. I looked at myself in the reflection and secretly hoped that he wanted to do something nasty.
At the end he turned left again and I saw his car, a large SUV parked near the end of the carpark away from the main flow of traffic. With a click he opened his boot and placed his shopping bag in. Turning to me he smiled and nodded to the large boot. "Drop it in there," he ordered.
I did as I was told and pondered what would happen next. The last time was my first time, and I had not been able to get the thought out of my head. My heart beat fast and I had butterflies in my stomach. For the last two weeks I had dreamt about his enormous cock and secretly wished that I could taste his creamy juice once again. My dream was about to come true when he muttered the words, "Do you want to do it again?"
I found myself nodding. He smiled back at me and walked around to the driver's side and opened the door. With a press of a button the window dropped down all the way and he gestured me to climb in. I was not sure what he wanted. Did he want me to drive him somewhere? I grew a little nervous but obediently followed nether the less.
The interior was cool and stylish, just as I remembered it. Once I was in, he closed the door and looked down at me through the opening. I looked into his dark brown eyes and down to the enormous bulge in his pants that seemed to have swelled and grown. Unsure what was to unfold I asked the simple question, "What would you like me to do?"
The stranger put his arms on top of the car roof and stepped closer to the open window. "Take it out," he said huskily.
I could not see his face but the huge lump in his pants looked like it was trying to break out. It stretched close to his knee and tented against the slack fabric of his cargo pants. I looked around and saw someone putting their shopping away only several cars away. We were away from the side window of the supermarket yet I could see people inside queuing for the tills. If someone was to turn around, would they see me I wondered? The idea thrilled and scared me in equal measure.