Not Naughty … but Nice

Story - Not Naughty ... But Nice and Quick

Author's note. There isn't a huge amount of sex in this one. But if you like a tease ... this may work for you. Although I wrote most of it, it is inspired by one of my wife Yuna's experiences. Hope you enjoy - Max.

Most of the time - nearly all the time - I am Not Naughty. I am a happily married woman who lives in a comfortable suburban home, leading what in the old days would have been called a "respectable" existence. My neighbours don't gossip about me or call me a shameless hussy behind my back or worry about me being alone with their husbands. I think. I'm not naughty - I would estimate - say 99% of the time.

That does, of course, leave 1%. So, on rare occasions, I can be, well ... very naughty. Say naughty words, do naughty things, get up to mischief, take risks, be reckless. And this is about one of those once in a blue moon moments. I feel obliged to share it. I hope you don't mind.

It happened in a chain supermarket, a couple of miles from home. I won't tell you which one. I don't want any copycats turning up there and repeating my mischief. I don't want to inspire any more naughtiness than is absolutely necessary.

Not that this naughtiness was itself inevitable. It started when I was in my body conditioning class, one Friday morning. I knew I might be feeling more horny than normal because it was the week after my period - and there is definitely a pattern there. It is the time I am most likely to get up to something I know I shouldn't. But I was a bit surprised that I was so enjoying the slender waist and very curvaceous bum of the girl in front of me as she squatted and lifted and thrust her exceptionally shapely bottom my way. I am not gay but, as I watched her movements, I could just imagine stroking that sculptured bottom - and I could see myself stroking my pussy later on, when I would get in the shower. I was encouraged in that naughty thought halfway through the class when she turned and gave me a big smile that said, or seemed to say, 'I don't mind you liking my sexy butt!'

I spoke to her for half a minute at the end of the class and told her I hadn't seen her there before. She was really sweet, and I was happy to compliment her on the way she performed the exercises with a smile on her face. She thanked me and returned the compliment. 'I didn't see you as much in the lesson because of the way I was facing,' she said, 'but your figure sure is a great advertisement for body conditioning.'

I am fit, without taking it too far - I'm not a gym bunny - and I always take pride when anyone acknowledges my looked-after body. As a result, I left the gym with a warm feeling - I won't say where - and headed to do the weekly shop in a happy mood. I guess I was aware of being looked at as soon as I walked through the door into the fruit and veg section. My long hair was tied up, I was wearing almost no makeup and dressed in a floppy sweatshirt. But that wouldn't stop men looking at me. Male readers will know what I am talking about - and so will the females! Admittedly, as I bent over to find the best head of broccoli, which happened to be right at the bottom, I was aware that my clingy gym leggings would allow any keen observer to see what that cute girl at the gym had noticed. And when I moved along the row and found the mushrooms, I didn't crouch down but bent over from my middle and pushed my bottom out, remembering her sexy pair of curvy buttocks as I did it. A giggle threatened to break the spell I was casting over a couple of male admirers I could see in the corner of my eye, but I managed to suppress it.

I recognised one of them at the top of the aisle, a handsome bloke, maybe 5 or 6 years older than me. He was tall and slim, and I quickly took in his glasses which were unusual and suited his face particularly well. He spun his trolley around in front of me and said, 'I am trying to do this as stylishly as you turn your barrow. How am I doing?'

I laughed, surprised to be taken out of my slightly detached and day dreamy shopping mode. 'Your trolley control is excellent,' I replied. 'Couldn't have done it better myself. Not that I realised I was so stylish. I was just pushing mine.'

'I don't think so! Your technique is admirable. I'm taking you as my model,' he smiled.

I laughed again. 'I'm glad I'm such an inspiration.' Then I pulled a yogurt off the shelf and we both moved on.

For the next few minutes, I carried on as usual, strolling the aisles, compensating for my rubbish shopping list by trying to remember what we needed and what I could get the kids that they would eat and that was good for them. At the same time, I kept thinking about that guy, how attractive he was, and funny. I wondered if I would see him again and what might be said next time. The answer was: nothing. Next time we passed, he gave me a big smile and spun the trolley in front of him as he carried on. I looked back and had a similar thought to the one earlier in the gym: I thought of myself stroking my clit, and I saw it, all hot pink and glistening in my mind's eye. I squeezed my thighs together for a juicy moment and walked on. I wouldn't generally imagine myself that way, and I realised I was seeing myself as he would see me, that guy. 'That is, how he would like to see me!' I said to myself, as I checked the eggs were unbroken. 'I really am exceptionally horny. I am going to have a thoroughly good play when I get in!'

But I didn't wait to get home to do that. Because today was not one of the 99% days. It was a 1% day. And I know the very moment I decided it was a naughty day. As I approached the booze aisle, I saw him look round for me. There was no doubt that he was looking for me, hoping for me. This knowledge made me smile and sent a little gush into my panties. It also meant that, despite feeling I might do anything to satisfy my lust right now, I was the one in charge. I squeezed my thighs together - again - as I strolled up to him.

'What do you fancy then?' he asked, all pleased to see me again. 'A warm, full red? Or a cool, mineral white?'

I took a breath. 'Hmmm. Each of those appeals to a side of me today. But neither, I would say. I'm in the mood for pink. A soft and fruity wine - but not too fruity - in a delicate shade of pink. And yes, I can't drink it here because it has to be very cool.'

'A supermarket isn't the best place to drink any wine,' he replied. 'I can think of somewhere much more comfortable where you could enjoy this. Or champagne, if you prefer.' He leant forward on the trolley bar and looked at me meaningfully.

'Well. That sounds very pleasant. Give me your phone.'

He rushed to hand it over. 'Are you going to give me your number? Or are you going to check that rosé on a wine snob's website?'

'Neither.'

'Really? I'm disappointed.' And he looked it! 'What are you using it for then?'

I typed something he couldn't yet see. 'If I were free and single, I would consider putting my number into your phone,' I smile. 'And, to be honest, if my marriage were not a happy and fulfilling one, I might also give you my details.'

'Ah! But that doesn't apply.'

'You saw the ring on my finger the first time you noticed me!'

He laughed and flushed briefly. 'I may have noticed your hand.'

'And you can tell that I am content. So tonight,' I added, looking steadily at him and lowering my voice just a little, 'I am going to enjoy my husband's cock inside me.'

As I said this, I put a hand on his hand on the trolley bar. He looked down at it and up at me, more flushed, excited by my sudden declaration. 'I was not expecting to hear that. He's a lucky man.'

'Yes,' I said simply. 'Yes, he is. He knows it too.' I lifted my hand and ran a finger over his pinky. 'I can twist him around my little finger. And he loves it.'

He was entranced by me now. 'What's your name?'

'What would you like it to be?'

'I don't know. How would I?'

'Think of a name that would suit me. Go on. Guess.'

'Most people just tell me their name. I find that keeps things simpler.'

I could tell he was enjoying my teasing and wanted more. 'I'm not simple and I'm certainly not most people. Have a guess.'

'I've no idea. Are you ... a Georgina?'

'Georgina? Hmmm.' I pause. 'How did you know? Georgina, that's it!'

'I guess I'm just lucky. Like your husband.'

'Like my husband, yes. You can call me "Georgie".'

'Hello, Georgie. Would you like to know my name?'

'No. You keep your name to yourself. As I'm not giving you my number.' I handed him back his phone.

'What did you do with it?'

'I put on the timer.'

'Did you? What for?'

'It's like this. I've finished my shopping basically. I have calculated how long it will take me to get to my car in the car park.'

'Okay?'

'When I get there, I would be grateful of assistance from a nice man in loading my shopping. And if that charming man had also bought me a delicious wine from this display, I would be over the moon.'

'Would you now?' He smiled broadly.

'Yes. The timer is set for seven minutes. You can start it. If you choose. Bye for now.'

With that, I turned and went on my way, noting the exact time as I moved off.

While I unloaded my trolley onto the conveyor belt, I kept an eye out. There he was, at the other end of the tills, as I expected. He was cool, though. As I passed through the exit, he didn't look up. I got to the car with a minute to spare and I busied myself in the front. Suddenly he was there.

'Do you need a hand?' he called. 'I couldn't help noticing what a weak and feeble female you are in the shop. I thought you could probably do with a man's help.'

I laughed and went to the back and opened the boot. 'You are so right. I should never have bought all these heavy items without a man to carry them. Thank goodness you arrived in the nick of time.'

'And can I give you this bottle of wine? You looked like you needed a drink, badly.'

'Is it that obvious? Or are you just a very clever man? Either way, I am grateful for such a generous gift. I would not have spent so much on a rosé.'

'You were made for the finer things in life.'

'And a compliment too!' I say, closing the boot. 'You really are my knight in shining armour. But I hope you realise that flattery will get you nowhere.'

'I was hoping, actually, er Georgie, that it might. I was hoping you might think again about going for a drink, or a coffee.'

'That sounds nice. But I think you already know that I'm a married woman. And I need to get this shopping home before that bag of ice starts to melt.'

'It's cool in your car boot. I'm sure it'll be fine for an hour or so.'

'Hmmm.' I pretended to think. 'I suppose I could spare fifteen minutes.'

'Better than nothing! Where shall we go?'

'Oh, it's going to be much better than nothing,' I said, suddenly turning serious and stepping close to him. I touched his cheek. 'Follow me. I know where we can go to be alone for a few minutes.'

As I drove the short hop to our destination, keeping his car in my rear-view mirror, I relished the naughty sensations running from my imagination straight down to my wet pussy. I thought about touching myself as I went along but resisted the idea so that I would enjoy the release even more when it came. 'Not long now,' I told my naughty mind.

I pulled up in a secluded lane that serves only a disused dairy. I know the public path nearby, which leads to a pretty spot for picnics, and so there is no reason for a walker to use this route.

The birds were singing, and a breeze was blowing the leaves around as I got out of my car and sauntered towards him. I got into the passenger seat.

'That's better. Good to get out of the wind.'

Before he could respond, I leant across and kissed his lips. He undid his seatbelt then and turned to me and we began to kiss in earnest. My tongue fluttered against his and flicked his teeth for a second as I probed his mouth. We settled into a comfortable rhythm of snogging that continued for a minute or more. We stopped and looked at each other and laughed. And then we carried on, snogging away. I let one hand be loose in his lap so that he would ache for my touch.

'Very good. And wet,' I giggled, wiping my mouth.

'Fantastic!' he said. 'Best shopping trip ever.'

'It definitely trumps my usual routine. But I wasn't joking. I need to get home and have lunch with my husband.'

'Then let's meet again. Another time when you have more time.'

'This is lovely. But this is it. I'm not going to see you again after today. Or if I do, it'll be passing you in the cereal aisle and we can share a knowing smirk over the cornflakes.'

'Does it have to be that way?'

'I'm afraid so. I'm not going to touch anyone's cock except my husband's.'

'I don't want to sound pathetic but ... I will do anything you want, Georgie.'

I smile. 'Oh yes. Georgie girl. She's a naughty girl.' I look in his begging eyes and we kiss again. 'I suppose ... I am rather horny now,' I say. 'I could let you touch me down there - if you are very gentle. Almost as if you're not there at all.'

He nodded eagerly and he kissed my neck as his hand crept over my tummy and onto the waistband of my gym leggings. 'Through the outside first,' I whispered. His hand cupped me softly and I had to hold back from forcing it onto me, into me.

'Yes,' I murmured. 'Good.'

I reached down and lifted the waistband. His hand took the invitation straight away. The fingers pulled me taut for an enjoyable moment before they slipped down and over my soaking slit. We moaned in perfect unison and our snog began again, this time more intensely as two or three of his fingers entered me with lubricated ease.

It was very simple and direct after all the flirting and delay - just what I needed. Our tongues danced over each other's while his fingers rocked in and out of my hot wetness.

I half-consciously made a fleeting contact with his erection through his trousers. He stopped, as breathless as I was.

'I've got to do more. Let me do more, Georgie. Please.'

I loved the power I had gained so easily over him. 'I won't touch your cock or suck it or let it inside me, like you would love me to. But ... I will let you taste me. Put your fingers in my mouth.'

In a flash, his creamy fingers were at my lips and slipping in between. I kissed and then licked them. Holding his hand up, I licked them down to his palm before I kissed his lips and thrust my tongue in. He welcomed me with a happy moan and an active tongue.

'Taste good, don't I?'

'Delicious. Nectar!'

I laugh. 'Would you like more of my nectarine?' I teased.

'Oh my god, yes!' he laughed.

'Come on then. But we must be quick. I haven't forgotten my ice, even if you have.'

I jumped out and straight into the back seat. 'If anyone comes now,' I thought, 'they will just have to ignore us. Or watch. And right now, I don't care which.' This reckless thought made me even hornier as I struggled to pull off my trainers and the leggings as fast as I could. My satin knickers came with them.

'I would have liked you to enjoy these pretty panties on me but we don't have time.' I opened the knickers and directed the wet crotch onto his face, smearing them over his nose and onto his mouth. His facial muscles moved to meet them and he said, 'That smells so good.'

'The real thing is better.'

He looked down at my engorged sex and licked his lips.

'Now. I know you're keen but do remember - '

My words were interrupted by him, plunging between my legs and lapping me up.

If I had enjoyed the fingers sneaking into my knickers, this was something else, next level. It was absolutely what my hot, naughty body was crying out for.

'Remember,' I panted, 'be gentle.' But even as I said it, I snaked my fingers through his hair and pulled him into me. I could feel the immense wave of an orgasm surging up through me and it made me want to scream and shout.

But I pulled his head back. 'That's so so good. Let me see your cock. Get it out!'

He drew back and fiddled with his belt. I sat up and pulled down his zip. He stretched out the waistband of his underpants and in a glorious moment it appeared.

'Oh fuck! Your cock looks amazing. So thick and veiny. That's hard for me, isn't it?'

'Yes that's all for you. I started getting hard the moment I saw you.'

'And now ... it's so hard and red. It's practically purple! You know I'm not going to play with it, don't you?'

He nodded, a painful expression of resignation on his face. I kissed him again, as a kind of compensation. 'Yes, I do taste rather nice.'

'You taste -'

I didn't let him finish speaking but pulled his head down and lay back, in one quick movement.

'Lick me. Lick me till I come!'

He needed no encouragement - nor instruction, for that matter. His pussy-licking skills were impressive. They made me want his cock even more, and I was already aching for it.

But once again, I just had to stop him. 'I'm almost there. But I've got to see you rub that lovely big cock of yours. Give me your hand. I loved licking my juices off it.' He put his hand up and I generated saliva in my mouth which I spilled onto his fingers.

'There. Rub that thing with my spit.' He groaned and reached down to his pulsing cock. I shivered with pleasure as he smoothed the wetness over his engorged tip and on down the shaft.

'This is the first time you're stroking your cock about me. But it won't be the last, will it?' I asked triumphantly.

He smiled sweatily. 'No, it won't!'

'I want to be who you think about each and every time you make yourself spunk. Is that okay?' I add in my most seductive voice.

'Yes! Oh yes. I'll be thinking about you every time, you and your beautiful body.'

'Yes, you will! And you will do your best to remember how delicious I taste, won't you?'

'Oh god, yes!' he replied, furiously rubbing his cock.

I could see his orgasm was moments away. I plunged three or four fingers into my sopping snatch and lifted them to his face, as before, clumsily dressing nose and lips in my salty sweet juices.

'As you have been so good, I'm going to give you a very special present. You can have my silky knickers.'

I picked them up, grabbed his pumping fist to pause it and draped the silk over his throbbing cock. For one time only, I stroked him through the cool fabric and held it, throbbing between my fingers. 'I would so like to suck this nice cock of yours. And I would love it all the way up inside my hot pussy.' He started to tense up and took his cock back in his hand and pumped it as fast as he could, given the silky covering. I reached up his chest, found a nipple through his top and squeezed it hard. Kissing his neck, I said into his ear, 'Spunk now. Spunk for your gorgeous, naughty Georgie!' He rubbed the knickers up and down. I could hear them flapping. 'Don't get your spunk on the gusset. That's where my scent is best and strongest.' As I said that, he arched his back and moaned and convulsed. I could see the semen immediately as the silk absorbed it. Then the panties slipped from him and a jet of spunk flew onto my leg and another onto the car seat.

It took a few seconds for him to come back down to earth. Then he laughed warmly. 'I don't think I have ever come like that in my life.'

'This is going to be a very happy memory for you,' I smile. 'You will enjoy smelling my panties in the future.'

'I will! That's a new one for me.'

'But now. You need to please me.'

Once again I opened my lovely legs, and once again, he spread my lips with his skilled and eager mouth. I relished my power as I slowly worked my pussy all over his face.

'Tell me one more thing.'

He kissed my full lips and looked up. 'When are you going to masturbate about me, for the second time?'

'I'm not sure. But probably today, maybe when I get into bed.'