Mondays may be my day off, but they are also the day that I do the grocery shopping for the week. It's not all that bad, though. I do fill the cart up but the store I go to always has someone go to the car with me to unload all the bags—cloth bags, of course. No plastic or paper for me.
I checked the weather before I left the house to see if the rain had stopped. It was cloudy and cool outside but I decided not to wear a cover-up. The reason for that decision was that I chose a very flimsy cotton top from the clothing I had gotten from Maggie, one that had spaghetti straps and was so low cut that that the tops of my boobs were visible. I wanted to be seen, I guess.
When I got to the store, of course, the sky opened up. I made it inside before getting soaked but not before getting just wet enough that the top clung to my body. Given the cold temperature inside the store my nipples became immediately hard, so hard that they hurt. As I roamed up and down the aisles I actually wished someone could suck on them just to warm them up.
By the time I had gotten everything I needed my cart was overflowing. As the cashier, a young man who could barely keep his eyes off my chest, rang up my total, I saw a bright flash of lightning outside that was followed by a boom of thunder. I mumbled, "Just great."
An elderly man wearing a store uniform, a man of about sixty or so I guessed, came up to me and said, "Don't worry, miss. I have a large umbrella and will help you to your vehicle."
I read his name tag and smiled. "Thank you, Calvin," I said.
As we made our way to the car I noticed that anyone in the parking lot was running with their heads down with something, like a jacket, pulled on top. That gave me and idea. Calvin, despite being older, was like the checkout guy—he could not keep his eyes off my chest. So, after the car was loaded up I looked at him and said, "You seem to like my tits."
He hemmed and hawed but finally said, "Yes. I do. They appear to be...spectacular."
In a low, seductive voice I whispered, "Would you like to see them?"
"Uh..."
I lifted my top and wiggled my shoulders a bit. "Like 'em?"
"God, yes," he said.
"Give me the umbrella. Then, as a favor to me, of course, take them into your mouth to warm them up."
"A...aren't you afraid someone will see us?"
"No. Are
you
?"
He didn't answer. He just bent over a bit and, one by one, took each of my nipples into his mouth. In fact, he practically took the entirety of each of my breasts into his mouth. A warm feeling flowed through me, so warm I began to moan a bit with pleasure. "That feels good," I said. "I'd like to have your hands on them."
Calvin obliged me by standing up and cupping my breasts with his rough and calloused hands. I thought that, because he was older, he hadn't held a tit in a long time so, to turn him on a bit, I whispered, "When's the last time you were able to fondle some boobs?"
"Two days ago," he said.
I'll admit that I was kind of shocked. All I could muster was, "Really?"
Calvin began to tweak my nipples. He smiled at me and, in a low voice, said, "Yes. I take pills, you know? My wife and I have a reasonable amount of sex. She has big boobs and, the other night, she let me have a tit job."
Now I was in total shock. "W...when was the last time you had a blow job?"
"Oh, she takes me in her mouth but she doesn't...doesn't finish. She gets too horny so..."
"Hold the umbrella," I said. "I'll finish one." With thunder and lightning all around us and rain pouring down, I dropped to my knees, unzipped Calvin's pants and took his surprisingly stiff prick into my mouth. The panties immediately tightened around me, massaging my clit, as I ran my tongue over his throbbing cock. It took him less—much less—than a minute to come, sending a disappointingly small amount of jism into my mouth. It didn't matter, though. I came as well. The panties saw to that.
I stood up, zipped him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for helping me with the groceries," I said.
"And thank
you
," he said. Then, as if in a dream, he turned around and walked back to the store.
