Shopping Gilf Ch 01

Saturday morning, winding my way through the shelves at Walmart, I notice that another shopper is moving at about the same pace, following the same general path. In at least the last three aisles I've passed or been passed by a mature woman dressed in bright floral Lycra.

Taking in an overview of my new shadow I estimate her age to be early to mid 60s, the fine wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, the slight crêpe texture of her neck and décolletage, all indicators of her years. A matronly full-figured woman that clearly takes care of herself, a slight paunch at her midriff but generally in good shape. I suspect the skintight yoga pants are not just for comfort. Her footwear looks practical and stylish too, small trainers with feminine pink accents, the skin between her shoes and her leggings is tanned and smooth.

Her yoga pants are a busy pattern of flowers, differing sizes in pastel colours of white, pink and purple forming almost a camouflage effect. The flesh encased in the stretchy material appears firm and toned, more evidence that she exercised regularly. As my focus raised up her legs, she was twisting as if to show off both front and back. At the top of her thighs, the slightest gap visible but my attention was drawn more to the camel toe that I'm sure I could see, it wasn't very pronounced, hidden by the pattern of her clothes, and her constant swaying made it even harder to discern but it was there, the twitch in my cock told me so.

My eyes flit up and see she is watching me watching her; a Mona Lisa smirk crosses her lips as she turns away from me, and my attention drops to her round rear. It's hard to know if the shape is hers or she is benefiting from the Lycra, either way it was enthralling, curvaceous firm and smooth, I couldn't help but to stand and watch those two globes undulate in harmony as she walked away and around the corner to the next aisle.

Snapping out of my trance as she disappeared from view, I spin around and walk in the opposite direction to make sure I am seeing her face on in the next row of food stacked shelves. As I round the corner, I subconsciously adjust the throbbing rod in my trousers and as my eyes seek her out, I realise by the smile on her lips and the direction of her eyes that she watched me rearrange myself.

Moving slowly down the aisle we are watching each other whilst feigning indifference so the other shoppers around us are unaware of the... connection? Is that what this is? I'm not sure what it is but the bulge in my crotch tells me I'm enjoying it.

The bottom edge of the short black jacket she is wearing had rested just above the upper curve of her buttocks when viewed from behind, here now looking forward to me, I can see the zip is open and the two sides drape down to frame either side of her breasts. The same camouflage flower pattern covers her sports bra which is supporting her ample boobs. Even with the expected slight flattening effect of the tight material, her breasts still look round and firm, a wonderful expanse of bare flesh is exposed above the bra, the upper slopes of her succulent mammaries jiggle with her movements, the deep valley of cleavage so inviting.

We move towards each other, my eyes surveying her body in a most ungentlemanly way, her gaze switching between my roaming eyes and the growing lump in my trousers. She is not shy, but I don't sense a strength that would stretch to dominance, perhaps she is even bluffing her level of confidence.

I stop and watch her take the last few paces before she is directly in front of me, mere inches now separate our bodies. I inhale deeply, noisily so she knows I am enjoying her beyond just looking, a deep "mmm" signals to her my pleasure at the aroma wafting around her.

"Excuse me" she states matter-of-factly as she puts a hand on my bicep and leans into my space reaching to a tin on the nearby shelf. The contact is over as quick as it started, I'm startled by the situation and don't have time to react other than as she withdraws and turns away from me, I see the food she got off the shelf and blurt out "Nice peach" in reference to label on the tin. A quick look over her own shoulder shows me that smirk again, and I can't help but drop my gaze to her bottom as she walks away and around the corner out of sight. Quickly I spin my trolley around in chase of that luscious view, this naughty minx obviously likes to play games and I am eager to continue.

As I turn the corner, I am immediately face to face with her, well not face to face exactly, she is bent at the waist with her legs locked straight, appearing to be looking at items on the lowest shelf.

"Thank you, yoga." I think to my self, out loud I speak louder than a whisper but quiet enough only she can hear "Wow, now that's a temptation lmost impossible to refuse, what a sight!".

If I wasn't hard before, the lump in my trousers proving that this new sight turned me on beyond belief. In her position bent over at the waist essentially touching her toes, I could see every contour of her round firm buttocks and of the plump mons nestled between her thighs.

Without moving her body her eyes look up at me and I see the twinkle, the sparkle as she says, "So don't refuse."

Here I am with her bent form at 45 degrees to me, my left shoulder and her head both close to the shelves to my left. The protrusion of my cock in my trousers close to touching somewhere between her left buttock and her left hip.

"Could I have resisted?" I asked myself, but then realised it is somewhat of a moot point, her "Don't resist" was somewhere between permission and a request, either way I had all the approval I needed.

My left hand reached forward over her body to find her right hip furthest away from me. Turning palm down, I dragged my hand across the curvature of her arse, my palm savouring the heat from her fleshy rump, my fingertips tracing the join between cheek and thigh, slight as it was with her hamstrings pulled taught in this pose, I knew it was there from my ogling earlier.

My focus broken for a second as I look up to confirm no other shoppers are in sight, those that are, sufficiently far away so as not to take notice of the happenings here.

My left hand works it's way across from right bum cheek to left, absorbing the warmth, cupping slightly to feel the soft but firm flesh. Having fully traversed a path across her wonderfully presented rump, I finish with the lightest of pats on her left buttock causing a ripple under the Lycra.

My cock straining more than ever now, as she starts to lift her torso to stand my left hand drops to the middle of her back, resting its weight against her I quietly snap "Stay" and see a flash in her eyes looking up at me as she returns to her original position. Shuffling forward my rigid shaft presses against her left hip and my right hand drops to cup her right cheek. More aggressive this time, my hand grips her flesh, pulling her against my throbbing member so she has no doubt about the impact she is having on me.

My right hand follows a similar path that my left did, traversing the pliant firm flesh of her buttock, my palm a little lower this time but my fingertips again follow the slightest dip where her leg joins her rear. Moving more slowly than before, enjoying the feel of her prone form, my palm rests atop the valley between the two globes leaving my thumb wedged between fleshy cheeks and fingertips feeling the heat from her protruding mons.

A breathy gasp escapes her lips as my digits run along the length of her mound and finishing with a gentle tap against her stiff little nub of clitoris. Her head flicks left to make eye contact with me again, as our eyes are locked my index finger presses harder trying to slide between her pussy lips. As I press further, I can feel the burning heat of her lips engulf my fingertip, I'm pressing the Lycra covering and any panties she might be wearing, in to the slightest edge of her pussy, as I pause to enjoy the penetration I watch her eyes roll up in to her lids as her moisture seeps through the material to wet my finger.

I add a second finger and apply a little more pressure as I slide along her pouting lips, slowly back and forth feeling more moisture wick through the fabric. It feels like each pass becomes easier, the petals of her lips opening like a blooming flower, my fingers penetrating deeper receiving a generous coating of her juice. The harder press to explore deeper is met with another noise from her, a deep throaty moan, her eyes a little glassy as she again looks over her left shoulder at me.

As I push in to her I can feel the gusset of panties hidden beneath the Lycra, I know from my earlier exploration of her bottom that her cheeks are not encased in anything but Lycra, so thong panties pop in to my mind, I wonder what they look like, what they feel like, will I get to sample them, see them, touch them? As I'm enjoying the feel of what I am doing to her, the heat and wetness I am causing, a small part of my brain is focused on her panties and as my fingers roam I realise the seam for the stretchy material runs along the same path as them and more importantly, I can feel the stitching when I press hard in to her.

My focus is now split between teasing and toying with her leaking pussy, and my urgent need to break through that seam to give me access to her soaked panties. Careful not to hurt her, I twist my finger to get a nail running at the seam. She doesn't realise what is happening, she is captivated by the feelings radiating from her molten womanhood, breathing coming in shallow gasps, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead that is still turned to look at me but there is no focus in her eyes.

My left hand remains resting on her spine but she remains in position not because I am holding her in place but because she wants to be there, she has relinquished some of her self control, conforming to my earlier instruction to "stay". My right hand keeps moving, driving pleasure through her body with a simple touch, teasing the moisture from her depths, seeping through the fabric to my fingers. I'm speeding up a little now, not to increase her pleasure although that is a happy byproduct, my motion now a sawing movement. Quickly moving my fingernail along the seam stretched tight by being pressed inside her pussy. Back and forth quickly along the stitches until without warning my finger suddenly delves deeper than ever as the fabric gives way and a small hole is opened in the leggings. She felt it and with an "ohh" of surprise she tried to stand until she pushed up against my left hand at which she stopped her accent.

My hand stopped all motion as my index finger penetrated through her leggings, after a second of realisation of the changed circumstances, I slipped a second finger in the hole to rest against what feels like some silky panties, it is difficult to really tell the fabric given how wet it is. I stroke the length of her pussy with only the panties between us, her body is trembling slightly, she is whimpering like a sad puppy.

Time has stood still throughout this event, it feels like we have been standing in this position for a long time but in reality, this moment has only lasted a minute or two. The end is prompted by the crackle of radio chatter from around the corner behind us, hearing this I move her panties aside and slide my two fingers into her depths unhindered by clothing. The depth and speed of the penetration again surprises her and an almost satisfied drawn out "Uhhhh" emanates from her shuddering body.

As quickly as I entered her, I withdraw my fingers from her warmth, pulling my right hand away completely and my left grabbing her jacket and pulling her upright. She reaches out to the shelves to steady herself as I step aside and put space between us just as an employee comes barreling round the corner, walkie talkie in hand and jabbering away not giving us recognition or a second thought as she speeds past us; I'm thankful for the loud radio and her conversation alerting me to her arrival.

Turning back to the scene of the daring debauchery, I see the spandex cover rear wobble around the corner on unsteady legs, the tight grasp on the trolly holding her up.