A grocery store in a tourist town at the height of the summer season can be a very busy place. I was spending some time on the coast of Maine and stopped in to just such a store on a warm August evening to get a case of beer and a few days worth of food for the cooler. I was working my way north and east along the coast, living in campgrounds out of a little teardrop trailer that I pulled behind my old Austin Healey 3000 roadster, an unconventional 'rig' that was lots of fun and turned lots of heads. I had the trailer hooked up, and I was just a few miles from the next campground on my itinerary.
I pulled into the busy parking lot and found space around the side of the store, away from the main flow of cars and customers. There was an old Winnebago motorhome over there, and I pulled in with plenty of space between us. It was definitely an old motorhome, like you used to see back in the seventies, and this one was still going strong. The Arizona plates told the story as to why — motorhomes from that era don't survive that long up here in the rust belt. This one was plenty cool looking, covered with travel stickers and road grime. The big front windshield was curtained off, and I could hear people inside as I walked by.
As I was pushing my cart through the store I happened upon an excited young man, an employee wearing a bright orange safety vest, talking to a cute young girl coming out of the back storeroom. I was just around the corner of an aisle, and I could see them through a display, but they hadn't noticed me.
"A blowjob! Yeah, I swear to God!" he said. "It's a big camper truck out on the side. And a guy was fucking some woman... I think they just picked her up in the parking lot!"
"God!" the girl said quietly. "What did they look like?"
"They're like thirty maybe. The girl who did me is hot. She said I could fuck her if I come back. I couldn't see the others really — they were on a big bed in the back. So all you gotta do is knock on the door. They told me to spread the word, but only to cool people that won't rat on them, and nobody under eighteen, they don't wanna get arrested."
"Should I do it?" the young girl asked, her eyes big and wild looking.
"You know you want too," the boy said. "I gotta go tell Ryan and Nick — shift change is in fifteen minutes. Spread the word with the girls. No idiots though — we don't wanna get caught. Amber and Jen are cool. I don't know if they'd do it, but at least they won't rat us out."
"What about Hot Donna in the office? She's old but she'd probably love it," the girl laughed.
"Hot Donna! Holy shit..." the boy said, his voice trailing off.
"You'd love to get in her pants wouldn't you, you slut," the girl laughed.
"I'll see you out there," the boy said, and they split up.
I went on with my shopping, but couldn't stop thinking about the thirty-year-old couple in the Winnebago. Did they do this regularly I wondered? Wow, what a wild and crazy sex life. It made my own seem pretty pathetic and boring. And these young bag boys and check-out girls — what a wild time they were in for. I did a lot of drugs and drinking when I was their age, but the closest I came to 'wild sex' was a game of drunken strip poker. I ended up in a bedroom with the sister of a friend of mine, and it ruined our friendship. Not exactly the great memory of wild sex that I wish I had from my youth. And as I've gotten older it's only gotten more boring. I'm nearing fifty, and have a nice life as a writer, living on my own terms, but sexually? Pretty boring. As I waited in line to pay for my groceries I couldn't help but wonder if any of the cute checkout girls would be brave enough to knock on the door of that motorhome. If I was a kid working here would I do it? And if they were brave enough, what would it be like. Holy shit, I was getting turned on just thinking about it.
I got to the front of the busy line and the checkout girl's name tag read 'Amber.' As soon as I read it my heart started beating faster — she was one of the recruits the young blowjob boy had mentioned. And holy shit was she hot — a living, breathing wet-dream. Straight shoulder-length hair with a bright copper-red dye job and a purple streak down one side, big blue eyes, a beautiful and genuine smile, and skin tight black leggings showing off her perfect ass. She had the company smock on, so who knows what lay beneath that, but I'd put good money on it being wonderful. Good lord, was she about to be fucked by a thirty-year-old man she'd never met in a dirty motorhome in the parking lot? My head was spinning. As I paid her for my groceries a striking looking woman of about forty emerged from a door across from the checkouts.
"You can switch your light off Amber. You too Jen," she said to the girl next to us. "Enjoy your evening you guys."
"Thanks Donna, you too," they both said.
Hot Donna! Good lord, my mind was spinning out of control. And Jesus Christ, the nick-name fit, she was sexy as hell. Maybe not the most beautiful woman in the world, but oozing sexiness the way some do. She turned and walked back to her office, and everything else in the world vanished as I watched her ass wiggle.
"Sir? Your change sir!" Amber said, snapping my gaze away from Hot Donna's spectacular ass. Amber smiled at me knowingly, and I blushed.
"Sorry, I uh..." I said as I took my change.
"Enjoy your evening sir," she said with a sexy little smile.
I pushed my cart out of the store with my mind in a fog. I hadn't thought so much about sex in quite a while, and certainly not in a supermarket. I headed towards the almost empty side lot, and past the fully curtained Winnebago. Now that I knew what I was listening for, there were clearly muffled sounds of sex coming from inside it. What would happen if I knocked at the door, I wondered? Are they only interested in teenaged college kids? What about a mostly grey guy who goes to the gym and still looks good like me? I opened the back 'kitchen' area of my little teardrop trailer and started putting my groceries and a fresh bag of ice in the cooler, when the door to the Winnebago opened and a woman with messy blonde hair came out. She was barefoot, and wearing a dingy white terry-cloth robe.
"This is so fucking cool," she said as she walked over to me admiring the old Austin Healey. "My uncle had one of these when I was a kid. He fucked me on it one time, when I was like fifteen." I must have looked shocked, so she added, "Oh it's cool, I was already a slut. I loved it. He fucked me so hard it dented the hood. Had to tell my Aunt he hit a deer!" She laughed hysterically.
I was completely speechless, not only from what she had said, but from my knowledge of what was happening in the old Winnebago.
"I can't believe you're pullin' a trailer with it!" she said.
"Yeah, these little teardrops are really lightweight," I said. "Some of them you can even pull behind a motorcycle."
"Fuck!" she said. "That'd be awesome!"
"Your old Winnie's still goin' strong, huh?" I said, pointing at the motorhome. "You don't see many of the older ones around here, they all rusted out."
"Yeah, well we spend most of our time in the Southwest. Just came up here for some fresh meat," she said, and winked at me. "Wanna come in? We're havin' a little party."
My heart just about pounded its way out of my chest. "Sure, can I bring some beer?" I said, pointing at the case I was about to put in the cooler.
"Sorry, no alcohol," she said. "Drinking age is twenty-one here, and we don't want to get arrested. I promise to keep your mind on other things though." She brushed her hand up my leg and over my crotch as she turned to walk back to the motorhome. "Knock before you come in, OK?" She opened the door as little as possible to get in, and quickly closed it behind her.
Like an idiot I actually stood there and thought about whether I should leave, but I knew I'd never stop thinking about it if I didn't take the plunge. I finished stowing my groceries and pushed the cart back to the front of the store. I walked back toward the Winnebago, my heart pounding, when I heard a voice coming from the back of the store. It was Hot Donna.
"Are you going in there?" she asked nervously as she approached me.
"Uh...Yeah, I was going too," I said. "I just met the woman who owns it. She invited me in for a... she said they're having a little party."
"Well, lets go then, before I lose my nerve. I'm Donna," she said, extending her hand to me.
"I'm Ron," I said, taking her hand. "Is this crazy?"
"Yup. But crazy can be lots of fun," she said with a sexy smile. "I'll feel better going in with you. And we can always just leave if we want to, right?"
"Absolutely," I said as we walked around the front of the motorhome.
"Wow, look at that. That's so cool!" she said as we rounded the front of the motorhome and my little camping rig came into view.
"That's mine," I said proudly. Hot Donna walked over to it ahead of me, and her sexy ass threw me for a loop again.
"So you're just passing through?" she asked me with a little disappointment in her eyes.
"I'll be around the general area for a month or so. No real schedule."
"Oh good," she said in a brighter tone. "So what about these folks?" she said, gesturing to the motorhome. "What did you find out about them?"
"She's definitely a wild one. Thirty maybe. Sexy. She saw me putting my groceries in the trailer and came out in a bathrobe and bare feet to talk to me," I laughed. "There's Arizona plates on it, and she said they spend most of their time down that way. She said they came up here looking for fresh meat," I laughed.
"Wow. Wild isn't it?" she said, looking a little nervous again.
"You know, I overheard a couple of your young employees talking about this. I don't know if you're cool with that, you know, being in this kind of situation with them," I said.