My second go at writing out a fantasy of mine.

Been crushing hard on a local grocery store employee... He's gorgeous and I can't help but think of filthy situations we could get involved in. This particular fantasy came to mind when I saw him pushing a train of shopping carts through the parking lot of the store.

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I'm the last customer in the grocery store, which is set to close for the day in a few minutes. I wouldn't be so rude as to be shopping right at closing time, except that I know you're working late tonight. I haven't been able to get my mind off of you since that tryst in the cafe... I've been hungry for more.

"Could you help me load these into my car?" I ask, glancing at the few large bags of rice in my shopping cart before I lock my eyes on yours. A slight redness creeps up your neck but you work hard to fight the blush from spreading further.

I go to lead the way, but you nudge me aside and take the cart from me. "The purple car, just over there," I direct you.

I parked next to the covered shopping cart corral; I had been thinking of this for days, planning it... I unlock the trunk and you start loading the rice in. I'm watching your body, the muscles of your arms straining as you lift the bags. My heart is racing already and it's hard not to stare, but I tear my gaze away before you notice.

"Thank you," I smile and you mumble an embarrassed reply while steering my shopping cart into the corral.

It's time...

I follow you into the corral and pull you towards a corner in the back. You barely have time to gasp before I pull your body against mine. I crush my lips against yours in a firm, lingering kiss. My hand guides yours down to my jeans and you take the hint, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Your hand slips into my pants and you groan when you realize I'm not wearing any panties. Your fingers caress my bush, then slip deeper and find my clit. I'm already soaking wet; I've been dripping for hours thinking about this and more floods out of me as your fingers circle and rub my clit. I'm panting, my face buried in your neck to muffle my whines.

"More," I groan into your ear and then I feel two fingers begin to spread me open. My pussy clenches and you add a third finger, thrusting easily with how wet I am.

I slip a hand up under your shirt, getting just a quick feel, a taste of your body before I'm undoing your pants. I slowly caress your erection through your boxers and squeeze around your fingers again, imagining your cock inside of me instead. I start to pull your cock out and it's finally too much for you--in a flash, you spin me around and bend me over the shopping carts. My pants are down to my knees and I feel your body pressed against mine, the head of your cock barely touching my cunt.

"Tease," I whimper, but the word is barely past my lips before you've filled me, bottoming out in a single thrust. My head spins and I need a breath, but then I grind back onto you. Your hands grab onto my hips and you pull back, leaving just the tip of your cock inside of me. After a pause, you fill me again and set a fast, hard pace. Even if we didn't have to rush to avoid being caught, we're both in a frenzy of lust and can only think of reaching that pleasurable peak as soon as possible.

You reach around and find my clit again, stroking and gently squeezing. My eyes almost roll back and I'm bucking into your hand, then back onto your cock. It all feels too good and in between panting, I'm trying to silence the moans welling up in my throat. My clit aches--throbs--and every touch sets it on fire.

A sudden harder, deeper thrust sends me over the edge and I grit my teeth to silence a cry. My pussy is spasming, gripping your cock so tightly that you have to thrust even harder to keep burying yourself in me. With a strained grunt, you're cumming, too. I feel every pulse and throb of your cock and my clenching pussy milks you dry. I whine when you finally slip out of me; I'm left feeling so empty.

This time, I'm the one left stunned and panting. My knees have buckled, but thankfully I have the shopping carts to hold onto and stay upright. I hear your pants zip up and a moment later, footsteps as you leave. I'm hardly paying attention to anything other than trying to catch my breath. Eventually, I straighten my clothes and walk to my car. There's a slip of paper on the windshield; you left your Snapchat handle.