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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
(Mg - voy - oral - 1st - cons - grand)
"In the Heat of the Day" ~oafish
It felt like I was sitting in my own private, cool, shaded cave. Bright
early summer sun glaringly flooded the supermarket parking lot, but from
75 - 100 feet away from the store entrance, I was enjoying my drowsy
comfort of my classic Bonneville in the far corner of the lot.
My major staples already purchased and stashed in the trunk of my huge
'71 chunk of Detroit steel, I was takng a break, quietly listening to
the ballgame while lazily watching the comings and goings of the
shoppers that invariably parked as close to the store as possible. I
know, I'm wierd, but I always park way out here, as I said, in the cool,
deep shade, away from all the frantic hustle-bustle. And I always
back into the parking space so I have an unobstructed view for my
solitary shopping adventures. Even wierder, shopping is always a
two-part endeavor; first of all, the cans and packaged stuff... then a
long, leisurely soda break... followed by another run through the store
for perishables.
('Oh my! Would ya look at the titties jiggle on that teeny-bopper
'cart-girl' !'), I was idly thinking... when my private parkingspot was
annoyingly invaded by the roar of a van pulling alongside into the slot
next to me!
The silence was broken by a loud, complaining,
"But, Gram....!"
Which was quicky interrupted by an emphatic,
"No! You come on in with me... I could use your help. Besides...
it'll be cooler inside!"
The van door popped open and a spry grey haired woman, ('Not bad, for a
granny!'), jumped out and quickly started for the store while calling
back over her shoulder.
"Come along, now. No lolligagging!"
I glanced to my left at the noise of the van's side door sliding along
it's track, and was instantly mesmerized!
A pixie of a little dark-eyed honey was staring back at me. Long,
dark hair framing her sweet little face, I was close enough to see the
scattering of freckles across the bridge of her unblemished nose. My
eyes travelled past the fullness of her naturally pink lips; down the
graceful slimness of her flawless throat; across the protruding bumps of
her stretched, red, sleeveless 'T'; to take in the tanned, golden
softness that surrounded her delicate navel. The white micro-shorts
that cuddled her tummy were of that 'stretchy' stuff; and as a long
golden leg wavered, languidly extending and seeking the ground before my
eyes, I found myself gawking at the exquisite tender flesh of her inner
thigh that brought my gaze to the outlined double-puff of a spandexed,
pre-teen camel-toe!
My mouth must have dropped open, 'cause as she turned to close the door,
slowly wagging her tightly encased buns in my face, she giggled!
Both of her hands went down to pinch and pull the tight hem of her
shorts back over the glorious succulence of untanned flesh that had
squeezed out beneath the tight fabric. As she bounced away, that
stretch stuff kept riding up the crack of her ass. She glanced back
at my undisguised gawking, and with liquid eyes catching mine from
beneath her lowered lashes, she gave me a long, saucy, little smile!
The flashing of those long golden legs in the sunlight! The perfect
roundness of those pumping little, half-exposed globes of her tiny ass!
The waving dark hair trailing down her back to caress the tanned
smoothness of her back below the red 'T'. Her slim arms undulating
out to either side as she bounced and skipped in her exaggerated
youthful stride to catch up to 'Gram'....
..I was more than enthralled... *I was lost!*
Finding myself out of breath, clenching the steering wheel in a
white-knuckled grip, I took my time to regain some small semblance of
outward composure. My hand distractedly turned off the ballgame,
_(we were winning... or maybe losing)_, as I pulled myself out of the
car. I was headed back for the second part of my shopping, hoping to
catch another gimpse of that hot, little, wonder-kid. She just
couldn't be as perfectly exquisite as my vision, could she? There
had to be an unoticed flaw!
I had only the vaguest of notion of what I was actually in the store to
buy, as I shambled my cart hap-hazardly down an aisle towards the fresh
meat section.
Bent at the waist with her elbows straight out to either side, there she
was! She was trying to shade her eyes with her face pressed to the
fogged up glass of a freezer cabinet. Those long, golden legs were
stifly locked at the knees and had her tiny, white-covered ass halfway
out into the aisle. The flatness of her horizontal back was
contrasted by the soft curve of her little belly that showed within the
sag of the cutoff 'T'. As I appoached I was astounded to see that
the armhole of the sleeveless shirt was flashing the gorgeous sight of
the side of one jutting little pad of her developing bud. I was
completely entranced by the sight of that sweet curve of white, young
flesh that held the exposed, pinkly swollen puff of her aureola. My
fixated gaze suddenly widened to see that she was looking along the
underside of her arm at me!
"Hee-hee... caught 'cha peeking!..." she quietly chortled without moving
or changing her semi-nasty, salacious, little stance.
"Ummmm-hmmmm... that you did, girl! ...And it appears that you like me
looking, don't you!?!" I smiled over at her, my eyes still glued to
the open side of her shirt....
"In fact, that's why you're making sure I can see... me looking get's
you all happy and excited, doesn't it!?" I whispered to the now
happily squirming little girl.
One of her silken knees was rythmically bending and straightening as she
glanced at me and openly confessed...
"Unhuh... It gets me even more 'tingly' when I see you looking...
_(giggle)_!" (And I could only imagine what those tight spandex
shorts were doing as they were grinding back and forth in her crotch!)
With a determined little snigger, she pulled the freezer door open; and
as she squatted down before the opening, she glanced down the aisle
between my legs. I was looking down, watching the double bulge of
her gloriously puffed camel-toe, when she mischievously caught the tip
of her tongue between her teeth and hooked a thumb in her armhole of her
shirt.
Staring straight ahead into the freezer, she stretched the fabric
forward and I saw a misty swirl of freezer-fog coldly caress the hot tip
of her pink little bud! The radish sized aureola flushed and
crinkled. And as the cold dampness engulfed the heat of her pre-teen
tittie, the hot-pink of a chilled and excited nipple extended before my
eyes!
As she stared, fixedly, at the frozen orange juice before her, she took
a deep breath... and softly mumbled.
"Wanna touch it?..."
It twitched... and she giggled. I bent down next to her, and
reaching across my body, my fingertips closed about the hardness of that
cold little tittie. She gave a tiny gasp as her goosebumped thighs
closed and opened. When I squeezed and rolled the cold pebble of her
nipple between my thumb and forefinger she suddenly bolted upright!
Her eyes were 'bugged-out'! The flambouyant pink/white of her
pre-teen pointer was still fully exposed, right before my eyes!
Unthinking, I let my tongue stroke the underside of her developing bud
and flick across the stiff tip! Her mouth fell open with a little
squeal of surprize. Trembling, one hand reflexively covered her
tittie as she whirled away from me.
The other hand was clutching a frozen can of orange juice, and with her
half-naked little buns just pumping, she quicky skittered down the
aisle!
I tossed something into my cart, and sort of trying to remember what I
was suppsed to be doing here, I ambled the other way... my heart
pounding in my chest!
I was only 'half-aware' of all the warm smiles I was getting from all
the lady shoppers. Looking back on it, they were probably due to the
blissful, idiot grin plastered on my face... or maybe the unrestrained
bulge in my pants. Not to say that I wasn't 'all-there', but I *was*
sort of aimlessly meandering the store behind my cart with my
'short-term-memory' trapped in overdrive!
The next thing I knew, I had steered my cart around the end of an aisle
and narrowly missed colliding with an oncoming cart. As I mindlessly
dodged out of the way I unexpectedly 'became one' with a gangly little
body. It was her again! She was pressed full length against me
with those hard, twin little spears gouging into my stomach. In her
stride, her knee had slipped between my legs and her soft belly was
trapping my half-swollen meat against my thigh! One of her hands had
grabbed my wrist for balance and support, and as those little fingers
rythmically squeezed, we just stood there, unmoving... both of us
silently pulsing... for an eternity of two or three seconds.
"For shame, girl! You should be watching what your doing!," came the
admonishing exclamation from her Grandma behind the other cart....
"I'm so sorry." (to me), "The silly girl seems to be off in another
world these days."
"No problem," I recountered as I felt that little belly subtley push
against me several times.
"No permanent damage done. ...un... Are you ok, Miss?" Her
mischievious smile beneath her lowered lashes was accompanied by a
little sub-vocal 'purr' and another little squeeze on my wrist as we
disentangled ourselves.
I swear... it wasn't two minutes later, that I saw her again! This
time she was quietly standing in all her tightly packaged foxiness by a
meat counter, distractedly looking off into space with unseeing eyes, as
Grandma continually whispered in her ear. As my cart passed behind
them, I managed to hear a couple snatches of, '...you're sure?...', and,
'...I wish you'd wait a bit more...', and, 'I've still got a lot more
shopping to do...'
The girl's full ripe lips just hung open as she repeatedly nodded her
freckle-faced head in response to the whispered diatribe; she was
absentmindedly stroking the tips of two fingers gently along a Kilbassa
sausage; and Grandma had a hand down at their sides, calmly kneading one
of the girl's muscular little buns!
If I'd though I was confused before, I was certain that I was ready for
the 'rubber-room' by now! I decided to grab some produce, checkout
and seek the 'Quiet of Bonneville' to try to sort this all out!
Doing a final, distrated sweep through the fresh produce, there they
were again! Now she was absentmindedly fondling the can of frozen
juice in the upper basket of her cart... as our eyes met. She
brought her fingertips up under that 'T'... and shuddered as they found
therir goal! We couldn't seem to beak eye contact; and as I passed
again, heading for the checkout, I heard her say:
"Grams.... I'm going to wait in the car... ok?"
"Ok, dear... but I'm going to be awhile yet. I'm not even half-done."
Grandma replied while perusing the massive list clutched in her hand.
Somehow managing to get through the checkout, I found myself ambling
through the hot sun, plastic bag in hand, my mind in a whirl, heading
for my car. Tossing the bag into the back seat, I was automatically
careful to not bang my door into the side of the van. As I was about
to get into my car I noticed that the sliding door was open a half foot.
I just reached out and slowly slid it open a couple feet.
She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, one hand jammed into her
shorts, staring at me. Not a word... she just watched with her other
hand behind her for support... as I let my fingertips trail across the
damp heat of her tender little belly and slide up under her shirt.
Those wonderous peaks of hotly excited titties came sweatily into view
and she arched her back into my hands as I gently squeezed her tender
flesh! So alabaster white and firm in contrast to the soft golden tan of
her belly! The bright, pinkly flushed swolleness of her engorged nipples
just screamed at my mind!
As my mouth wetly enclosed one entire tittie, she just moaned and her
legs helplessly straightened to dangle on either side of me, out the
door of the van!
I was madly slobbering from one enflamed nipple to the other....licking,
sucking, suckling, maniacally nibbling! She was flat on her back,
her fingers wildly clutching and combing the back of my head. My
fingers found the top of those sprayed on micro-shorts; and as she
wantonly lifted her slim little hips, I began to peel the sweat-sticking
cloth from under her trembling ass!
With a final slurp, I pulled my lips from a saliva drenched tit and
stood, lifting her golden legs straight towards the van ceiling. I
continued the peel the spandex 'skin' from this horny little minx and
the pungent tang of her ripeness assaulted my nostrils! Her ankles
still cuffed in spandex, her knees fell apart and I was staring at the
hottest, little, dripping, fuzz-plastered twat I'd ever imagined!
All puffed and swollen in her little-girl excitement, her mons and labia
covered with a tracery of sweat and hormone darkened hairs, the redly
gleaming inner lips of
the pre-teen's enflamed sex pulsed with desire!
She used one hand to pull me between her wide-spread knees and I
marvelled at her golden, knotting abs that contrasted to her untanned
hunger, as her other hand feebily tore at my pants. I was completely
between her legs, balancing on one hand on the van floor, my feet still
on the ground, my knees braced against the side of the van-floor.
She held me by the back of my head, and as we both had a free hand
tearing at my pants she was rasping in my ear.
"Cock! I want cock! Ohhhh...gimme... gotta... ....COCK!
..Eeeeemmmm... ...ohhh, pleASE!.... NOW!
..hurry...ohhh...hurry....
gimmmeee!!!"
As my pants cascaded to mid-thigh, I just fell forward and the bottom of
my throbbing hard-on suddenly mashed violently against the volcanic
trench of her virgin obscession! She threw her self back onto the
floor and squealled as she jammed her quaking pelvis up against me!
My bare balls were snug against the sweaty heat of her ass! The
length of my cock was all but buried in the fiery heat of her wildly
drooling cunt! I was braced on both extended arms, about to pull
back in hopes of penetrating this maniacal wonder who was in the middle
of her first cock-induced orgasm..... I was desparate to feel her hot
little virgin tightness about my cock before I came!
Suddenly there was a plastic 'clatter'! I didn't believe my eyes
when a hot, slobbering, grey-headed mouth firmly engulfed the head of my
dick! Hard, yet soft, boney ridges violently stroked my shaft as a
tongue tenderly twirled across the sensitivity of my helmet! Ohhhh!
TOO MUCH! I spewed! ....as she gummed and sucked and chewed! ...I
spewed ...and SPEWED! Torential ropes of hot sperm roared deep into
the grandmother's throat as I watched her teeth bounce around on the
still-virgin, little pre-teen's belly!
"Not fair, Grams! You stole 'my' cock from me!"
As she stared at me, with a twinkle in her eye, (and a drop of cum in
the corner of her smiling lips), 'Grams' reached for her teeth and
mumbled...
"There's a lot more where that came from! Why don't you ride with him,
and show him the way to the barn.... I'll get things ready for you,
Honey...
"He'll be ready again when you get there!"
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comments PLEASE. (what about it did you like/ dislike..). ...there IS
the possibility (probability) of a continuation. thanks, ~o.