"Fuck! Why do they make shelves so high?"

"Let me help you with that," said a deep voice behind her. He reached over top of her and easily retrieved the box she wanted.

"Thank y—" her breath caught as she turned and saw her benefactor. "—you. Hey, you're Kelly's friend, right?"

There was a brief pause while his brain came back online after taking in the woman he'd helped. Cute, a few years younger, wearing a choker and a sundress. Heaven help him, he wasn't in the habit of picking up women—even friends of friends—in the supermarket, but she warranted an exception.

"I'd like to buy you coffee. Finish shopping; I'll wait for you in the coffee house across the way. If you tell me what you like, I can order for you."

"Um... yeah. I'd like that."

Her drink was still hot when she arrived. She scanned the room and made a beeline to the quiet corner he'd picked for them. It might have just been the lighting, but her hair seemed shinier than before, and he was pretty sure she hadn't had on the subtle makeup that was now doing an excellent job accentuating her exquisite features. Let's just hope she's as compelling psychologically as she is physically.

Within the first five minutes of conversation, she used the term "decreasing marginal utility."

Normally, he was extremely picky, insisting any sexual partner be as adept at stimulating him intellectually as she was at stimulating him physically, but these weren't normal times. It was the first warm day of spring—traditionally the first day of mating season—and this wasn't just any spring. Young people had only recently started becoming immunized to the recent pandemic. If preliminary reports were to be believed, the end of lockdown was precipitating a veritable orgy. So, he'd been considering relaxing that particular requirement, but now she'd gone and used a mildly obscure technical term (correctly!) as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Together with the sundress (red with a pattern of white flowers, reaching mid-thigh), the only thing left to dissuade him was the word "no."

"There appears to be a chair shortage," he said, making a show of looking around. They were far from the only thirsty couple getting a drink, but there were still a fair few free chairs.

"Indeed," she replied. "We'll have to share."

She sat on his lap. She was soft and warm and her hair smelled of strawberries. He held her to him, letting his arms rise and fall with her breathing. She wriggled to get comfortable, grinding into his lap, and his body responded. There was no way she didn't feel his hardness pressed between them, but she gave no indication beyond a happy "mmm" after taking a sip, accompanied with another wriggle.

As she leaned forward to put down her cup, it occurred to him that in this position, if they were naked, he could be inside her right now. The sundress could even give easy access. All he had to do was avoid making an ass out of himself, which was becoming increasingly difficult as she made herself progressively more distracting. Still, he kept his eye on the prize, conveniently located on his lap, and managed to draw some laughs out of her.

"So... I'd really like to stay longer, but some of my food is frozen, so maybe we should exchange numbers?"

"We could, but since I was the reason you were delayed, I should really come back with you to help you carry your groceries."

"Ooh, yes please. That would be helpful. Very helpful. I could definitely use your help."

He insisted on carrying all of her groceries in one trip. She got the door for them, quickly shutting it behind them. He put down the bags, turned to face her and... asked where the apples went.

Had they timed themselves, they would have made the grocery-putting-away leaderboards.

"Okay, that's the last of it," she said, turning towards him. "So, do you wan—"

He cut her off with a blistering kiss. Passion born from a year's worth of celibacy poured out from both of them. Hands found new places as they eagerly explored each other's bodies.

Before long, he had her pressed against the wall, hard cock trapped between them, wrists pinned above her head. She ground against him as best she could, abandoning any pretense of modesty or reservation.

"Please, cock," she moaned.

He released her wrists and she grabbed a handful of shirt and dragged him to the bedroom.

"Lay down. I want to ride you."

He unbuttoned his pants and shoved them to his ankles, too hurried to remove them fully. He was about to retrieve a condom he kept in a tin in his breast pocket when he saw her tearing the cellophane off a box.

NON LATEX LUBRICATED CONDOMS: 100 COUNT

He paused, but she was unwilling to remain unpenetrated for any longer than absolutely necessary. Taking the briefest moment to ensure the condom was secure, she threw a leg over him and pushed her panties to the side. He wasn't small, but she was so wet he slid inside easily.

Then she fucked him. She rode him without grace, grinding her clit on him, concerned only with extracting as much stimulation as she could. He started to unbutton his shirt, but his arousal overcame his dexterity. Without hesitation, he ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. Before the buttons had a chance to settle, she leaned forward, pushing her hands into his chest. She used the leverage to ride him harder as he enjoyed her weight and increased tempo.

She came quickly and she came hard. She made the most delicious sounds he'd ever heard as she did, pussy clenching on his cock uncontrollably. She collapsed on top of him, his hard cock still inside of her.

He gave her a moment to catch her breath, enjoying her weight pressed against him and the connection of their union. He kissed her, starting on her shoulder and working up her neck until he reached her ear.

"My turn," he whispered.

He roused her with a spank and guided her to bend over the bed. Positioning himself behind her, he flipped her sundress up and pulled her panties down.

"Tell me if something hurts," he said as he entered her.

"Harder," was her only response.

He obliged, speeding up as she repeated her exhortation, until he was doing his best fucksaw impression. His mind was taken over by a primal urge that knew nothing of condoms and sought only to fill this beautiful woman with his seed. And with her making those sounds, that wouldn't take long.

With one last thrust, he came inside of her, retaining just enough presence of mind to shove his face into the bed to muffle the roar he let out as powerful contractions pumped her pussy full of his cum. (Technically, it was about five milliliters, which filled slightly less than half of the generous reservoir she had left him.)

He held her to him, nuzzling her neck, until his cock began to soften and he slid out.

"Cuddles?" he asked.

"Mmm, yes please. Give me your condom—I need to pee and I'll throw it out in the bathroom—and then cuddles. Lots of cuddles."