The shopping trip

by Oliver Winslet

January 8, 2010


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Shopping for groceries is almost always a bore. There are days; however, when things are a bit different. It turns out this was one of those days. A lovely young woman whom I would later learn was called Kelly, was buying ice cream in the freezer department, and as I was leering at her I noticed that when she bent over her short skirt rose up and she was not wearing any underwear. That was a pleasant surprise! 

The view under her clothing captured my attention, and I started becoming hard, but not yet embarrassingly so. I felt compelled to go and visit with her for a moment so that I could try to make a friend of her. When I approached she looked over her shoulder and said to me, “Hi!” I replied with another “Hi.” 

As she stood it was obvious that she was a raving beauty. Her bust looked to be at least a C-cup in what appeared to be a 34 inch chest. Her eyes were a brilliant blue. Her waist was miniscule, perhaps only 24 inches. Her womanly hips obviously were slightly smaller than her chest but were still about 33 inches around. At a height of probably 5'8,” she was gorgeous.

I introduced myself, “My name is Oliver and you looked so attractive buying your ice cream that I felt I just had to meet you.” She looked into my eyes and said, “Oh, I am so embarrassed. But, I am also very flattered.”

“Well, since you are shopping here I assume you're local,” I said. She replied, “Yes, I only live a few blocks from here. And I'm just about finished shopping.” My mind whirled, “I also live nearby, and quite frankly I would like to buy you a drink before you go home. I hope you will accept my offer.” She thought for a few moments, and then she said, “Actually, that sounds very nice. Let me finish my shopping and you finish yours, and I'll take you up on that offer.”

We finished our shopping and met at the market's entrance. The sun was shining brightly and the brilliant sunlight emphasized her beauty. Looking at her I could feel myself hardening; but not to a disturbing level. She said, “Why don't you follow me to my home so I can put away my groceries and then we can go for that drink.” “Sounds like a plan to me. Let me carry your groceries to your car so I'll know what I'm following, and then you can lead the way to your home.”

She smiled brightly and led me to her blue Porsche, where I loaded it with her groceries and told her, “I'll be following you in a silver BMW.” Once again, she smiled at me and said, “I'll back out and wait for you to get behind me.” “Great!” I said. In my mind I said, “Yeah, and maybe I can fuck you before we get that drink. Maybe I can eat you out before we go.” does that mean I'm evil? Actually, I think I'm pretty normal, especially when I'm around a beautiful, sexy woman. I pulled out of my parking space and followed her as she drove home. She seemed to live in a very nice location in a large condominium complex that was quite elegant. I was impressed.

I carried her groceries into her apartment and set them on the kitchen counter. The apartment was quite nicely decorated. In fact it was elegant. She or someone obviously had good taste. There was a collection of watercolors above her couch in the living area that I noticed on my way to the kitchen. They were obviously originals created by a woman artist whose name I believe it was Nancy May. They were impressive. I commented to her about how attractive I found the watercolors. She said, “Nancy May was a friend of my mother's whom she met while she was visiting in Italy in 1979. Nancy was on an educational tour to develop her artistic skills. It was paid for by her employer where she worked as an artist in residence. She is a pretty cool lady, with a tremendous amount of artistic talent.” “She surely does have talent, and a lot of it,” I said. We talked a bit about art, and it was obvious it was important to her. 

We had been sitting on a love seat across from the couch where the watercolors hung, and as we talked she moved closer and closer to me. She was close enough that I could reach out and put an arm around her, which I did. I told her, “And, you are even more beautiful than the watercolors.” I drew her close and kissed her softly on her lips. She responded, excitedly. Her response caught me off guard, but I quickly adjusted and pressed my tongue between her lips. She opened her lips and began using her tongue to duel with mine. With my other hand I reached over and began to tease the nipple of her left breast through her clothing. She moaned and moved toward me, and putting her arms around my neck pressed her body into mine.

I began to unbuttoned her blouse. As it opened I was able to see her gorgeous cleavage. She was bra-less. Her breasts were firm and smooth and incredibly soft as I kneaded them. She in turn, started to unbutton my shirt.

Her blouse was unbuttoned and I  pushed it off her shoulders. She dropped her arms and let it fall to the love seat. I attacked the waistband of her skirt, quickly unsnapping it, pulling down the zipper, and moving her skirt as far down as I could toward her feet. She lifted her butt to let it slide by and she was now naked, except for her shoes, which she quickly kicked off.

I had thought she was gorgeous when I first saw her, but that thought was reinforced many times over now that she was naked. She had released my belt, opened my trousers,and began sliding them off of me. I lifted my ass a little to let her slide them toward my knees. I kicked off my shoes to let my trousers slide off completely. leaving me, like her, totally naked.

My prick was hard as steel and pointing directly at her cunt. Her pussy was gorgeous. It looked as though it were not only shaved clean but that it had some kind of more permanent hair removal, perhaps waxing, or even electrolysis or a laser removal. I touched it and it was so smooth that it felt a great deal like a baby's butt.

I slid to the floor and spread her legs, burying my face in her twat. I found her clit and licked it gently with the tip of my tongue. Her whole body squirmed. I got my face closer to her clit and sucked it strongly into my mouth, at the same time putting both of my hands on her tits and squeezing her nipples, causing them to begin to harden. Her whole body quivered and squirmed some more.

My dick was rigid, and wanted to be buried in her pussy, but I wanted her to have at least one orgasm before I attacked her cunt with my prick, so I sucked on her clit as hard as I could, sliding my face around on her smooth mons. I could tell she was ready to cum, so to help her I buried two fingers in her hole and moved them around, and in and out.

She cummed, hard! She went off like a firecracker, literally screaming like she was being tortured, but I knew better. I slid over her body and while she was still in the throes of her orgasm kissed her again, and wormed my prick into her pussy, beginning to slide it in and out. She was so tight it almost hurt to push my dick into her cunt, but it also felt so good that I nearly cummed as I entered her. I regained my self control and began to slowly push my cock in and out her hole. Her kisses were hot, but I wanted to taste her boobs, so I slid down licking and kissing her face, then her throat, then further until I was at her tits, and swirling my tongue around her areola, I slid closer and closer to her nipples, and when I got there I sucked them into my mouth as hard as I could. With my Dick moving in and out of her pussy and the sensations of my sucking her nipples, she went crazy with lust and cummed again, this time even more strongly than the first time.

I continued to plunge in and out of her pussy reinforcing how strongly she orgasmed. She seems to be living in a continuous stream of cumming; never seeming to stop, but perhaps it was a series of orgasms one building on the other, so the difference between one huge orgasm and a series of large orgasms was hard for her or for me to distinguish.

I was beginning to feel myself getting ready to shoot off. My prick became even harder and began to swell. It seems she could tell the change that was taking place in my prick. She bucked against me harder and harder, seemingly trying to take more of me into her pussy. As I felt my load getting ready to explode from my prick, I told her, “I'm about to cum. Do you want me to pull out and squirt on your belly.” “No! Please shoot my cunt. I want to feel it all in me. I love having a man shoot off in my pussy. It always feels so hot and I can feel it spreading through me as the pressure builds in the depths of my cunt. Please, don't take it out! Please don't! Fuck me, as hard as you can. Make me explode when you shoot off.”

Her words drove me wild. I pumped even harder. I could tell she was cumming even MORE powerfully. Then, my prick exploded, sending a gusher of sperm deep into her belly. I spurted a half dozen times, and felt a bit more sperm dribble from the end of my cock. She was so beautiful and so hot inside that I really didn't soften all that much. In fact I never quit pumping her pussy with my now very sensitive prick. As I continued to pump I became hard again, perhaps even harder than I was the first time.

I returned to the rhythm that I had been using before I came. Her eyes opened wide. She was not expecting me to be able to continue. In fact neither was I. I increase the rate at which I was pumping her pussy, and she began to have another orgasm. This one seemed as though it might be even stronger than her earlier ones.

Her nipples attracted me again and I began to suck on them as I pushed in and out of her cunt. The effects oF her reactions to her orgasms were remarkable. She not only became louder but she was humping my dick even harder. It was almost like riding a bucking bronco. But I hung on and kept pumping her twat as hard as I could, gripping her ass cheeks with my hands and kneading them as hard as I could, probably leaving bruises on her butt. It was the most exciting fuck I had ever had. She was an incredible piece of ass, a woman I would have to fuck again and again.

She had another orgasm, more intense than before. 

I could tell she was becoming really tired from all of her exertions. The truth is my back was beginning to hurt, too, but I was also building to another orgasm of my own. My balls were drawing up, and my dick was swelling again. I could feel my load getting ready to shoot into her hot pussy. This time I did not even ask her for permission to blow my wad in her cunt. I just did it. Spurt after spurt fired out of my prick flowing deeply inside her, swelling the rest of her vagina with my seed, being pressured into her cervix, my sperm looking, vigorously, for an egg to fertilize.

As the last of my seed spilled into her body and her orgasm began to die, I lay forward, crushing her to the love seat. I was totally sated, and I felt she was also. I enjoyed looking at her face, which was slack and soft looking, almost as though she had lost consciousness. She stirred and put her arms around me, squeezing me even closer, and whispered into my ear, “I think I'm ready for that drink, now.”


