My first time posting anything - please be kind!

I strolled into the supermarket with nothing on my mind other than the ingredients for a curry. Other than my usual eyeing of the checkout girls of course.

In the fresh produce section, a blonde woman caught my eye. She seemed to be chatting away to a disinterested teenage boy who was packing fruit into one of the displays. As I walked by, I checked her out. She seemed to be in her mid forties, wearing tight exercise pants and a white singlet. She was tanned, and had a lively face and an ass that curved perfectly in the skin tight pants. With effort, I began to look away, but I was too late, she had caught me. Expecting a look of either disgust or shock at my leering, I was surprised when I thought I saw a slight smile.

Writing it off to my imagination, I kept walking into the meat section. After picking up some chicken thighs, I heard footsteps behind me, and the woman walked past slowly, seeming to “strut” in front of me. I couldn’t help but leer at her ass again, displaying itself perfectly, I walked behind her. There were a few people around who undoubtedly noticed my shameless gaze, but I took in as much as of the view that I had been blessed with as I could. The woman began to turn her head so I instinctively looked away and pretended to be browsing the small-goods. Was she checking to see if I was looking? No way I thought, that’s just a sad, horny fantasy. I broke away and went to another aisle.

As I was perusing the International foods, trying to get the milf out of my head, I saw her walk past the aisle in the corner of my eye. She then doubled back slowly, and walked towards me. Jesus, I thought. This woman is not making it easy for me. I picked up a jar of Rogan Josh and pretended to study it. She seemed to also be pretending to study items as she made her way to me, brushing past another man and lightly touching my back. No more than a foot away, she put a finger to her chin and looked at the food in front of me. I looked down at Naan on the bottom shelf, before I could grab a packet she dropped down and squatted, giving me a great view down her singlet, and showing off her toned thighs and ass, with her head right next to my cock. She was still smiling slightly as she rose up again, poking her chest out as if she was putting on a show. I reached down and picked up the same garlic Naan.

“Naan seems like a good idea - I think I’ll do the same” was the lame, polite comment I made. As she made eye contact with me her face seemed to light up.

“I know right, I couldn’t resist” she said, maintaining eye contact. Before I could reply, the man standing near us came in between us reaching for something on the shelf. This is ridiculous, I thought. We’re just two strangers who happen to buying Indian food from the supermarket. I broke away again, going towards the rice and walking up the other end of the aisle.

After putting my items through the self-checkout, wincing at the price, the woman appeared again, at the checkout next to me, despite many others being free. I took my time in taking out my card and going through the multiple payment screens. I looked over at her, and she was bending down, her back arched, her ass on even more perfect display. She had a slight grin, and didn’t seem to be paying attention to whatever she was doing with her groceries. I looked around, every male - and female - seemed to have noticed her display and was looking.

Well, time to go home and beat my dick into a bloody pulp, I thought. As I moved past her, she poked herself out a little more, her green eyes watching me. After throwing my groceries into my truck, I sat in the dark watching the exit of the supermarket. I had no particular plan, and absolutely felt like a creep, I just wanted to get one more mental snapshot of the milf before going home. As she appeared out of the automatic doors, she stood still, held a hand above her eyes and looked around, left to right. She paused and looked at my truck, squinting, it being too dark for her to make me out. Was she looking for me? Why me? There were plenty of other dudes at the supermarket… and I was wearing old sweatpants and Crocs. I turned my keys in the ignition and started my engine.

Suddenly, I heard a tapping at my window. No way, I thought. It was her, hugging herself from the cold night, and covering her head from the gentle rain. I wound down my window.

“Hi! Sorry… So sorry to bother you…” She feigned apologies with a cheeky grin on the side of her mouth.

“No bother… what’s up?”

“Um… I’m having a problem with my… steering wheel… any chance you could look at it for me? I’m so sorry to bother you…”

“Steering wheel? Sure, I’ll have a look” I wound down my window and got out of the truck, knowing full well I didn’t know a fucking thing about steering wheels. She walked ahead of me, bouncing as she lightly jogged, her black exercise pants glistening in the rain as I followed her to her SUV.

“Oh my god, thank you so much…” she reached into her driver’s side and jiggled the steering wheel. “You see, it’s not…” It was tight between the cars and I slid next to her, moving past. She grinned nervously and looked me up and down, almost gasping as our bodies touched. I sat in her cushy driver’s seat and turned the keys, freeing the steering wheel.

“What? Is that it? Oh my god that’s so embarrassing…” she put her hands to her cheeks in an exaggerated home alone style.

“You’d better get back in here before you get too wet” I said, getting out of her seat. She grinned and turned slightly, looking over her shoulder down at herself, poking her ass up again and cocking a leg up.

“You’re right… I’m soaking wet…” She giggled. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I really can’t thank you enough… I don’t know what I would have done. Such a manly man…” She went on, reaching into her SUV for something. Her ass was on display again as she leaned over into her passenger seat, arching her back. Fuck it, I thought. I raised my hand and rested it on one of her toned ass cheeks, giving it a gentle squeeze. She let out a gasp and looked back at me, grinning.

“You’ve been displaying this ass to me all night…” I said. She bent over more, moving her ass into my hands.

“I know I have… I’m sorry… I just…” She had her eyes closed as she gyrated her hips.

“You just what?” I asked, giving her ass a moderate slap. She gasped again and grinned, not replying.

“You’re just a bitch in heat… is that it?” My hand moved further down, roughly groping the outline of her pussy through the tight exercise pants. She nodded back at me, biting her bottom lip and pushing back against my hand more.

“Please… just… do whatever you want…” She murmured. I looked around the parking lot, no one seemed to be paying attention. I peeled her exercise pants down over her ass cheeks, which bounced out very satisfyingly. I gave them a slap and a hard squeeze, she squealed slightly and cooed back at me. Her pussy was soaking wet and hot on my fingers, sliding easily into her. I felt her squeeze back, tightening her pussy’s grip. I moved myself closer behind her, reaching over and putting my fingers to her mouth. She eagerly sucked her own juices off them, moaning shamelessly, which sent me over the edge. Looking around again for witnesses, and seeing none, I yanked my sweatpants down enough to take out my hard cock. I pressed it against her opening, which seemed to be trying to suck it in with a mind of its own. I ran it along her slit, teasing her. She groaned like the devil and let out a guttural “plllleeeeease!”

I guided myself into the slippery entrance, finding her surprisingly tight. I gripped a fistful of her blonde hair with one hand and pressed the thumb of my other hand against her beckoning little asshole. Forgetting we were in public, I slammed into her repeatedly, sliding my long cock out and forcing it back in. Her mascara was running down her face, her mouth moaning as she tried to look back at me. I was too consumed with this wanton lust to even think about the risks of bare-backing this strange woman. Noticing a cucumber in her groceries, I grabbed it and shoved it against her mouth.

“Suck it!” I muttered. Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around the makeshift cock, and I kept fucking her in the pretend spit-roast. Her pussy clamped down against my cock like a vice, she let out a muffled squeal and I watched her eyes roll back as she tremored with an orgasm. My own orgasm was in hot pursuit, I gripped her slender waist and shot a giant load of cum into the woman. I slowly slid my cock out of the gooey mess between her legs, and pulled my sweatpants back up. She lay catching her breath, her ass on display and cum oozing down thighs.

I looked around again. A woman was approaching the car next to us, carrying her groceries. I slapped the milf on the ass and warned her. She slowly pulled her pants back up and rolled herself upright onto the driver’s seat, still catching her breath. I let myself into her backseat to escape from the rain, even though I was soaked through. As she came back to her senses, she realised I was behind her.

“That was… thank you so much…” She reached back and touched my leg.

“I hope it’s okay I’m sending you home with a pussy full of cum”

“My god yes… I…” She reached into her pants and brought some globs of my cum up to her mouth, making a show of lapping them up and grinning at me.

“You nasty bitch…” She grinned more and nodded eagerly. “I’ve got to ask… of all the guys in there… why me?” She looked sheepish.

“I… well… you..”

“Go on”

“You look a bit like my step son…” She admitted, with a feigned innocence.

“You nasty bitch…” I repeated, much to her delight.