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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Some time ago I was in a supermarket in Skegness of all places, on a work visit getting some lunch. A woman who looked mid 50s was looking at, I dunno, something on the lower shelves and I could see her saggy tits hanging loose, immediately I felt a surge of excitement. I scarpered when I thought I was being too conspicuous. A minute or so later someone banged thier basket against mine, I jumped and looked around and she was walking off to next next aisle, she let me know she was smiling.
She had a maxi dress on and scuffed her flip flops as she walked, her slender frame and long silvery hair made her look very sensual.
Naturally, I decided to respond... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I looked around for her, worried I might have missed her in the busy lunchtime sprawl, I could feel a tingle of excitement and was desperate to see her again. I spotted her at a till and went for the one closest by. I made sure I was facing her and was keen to beat her out of the shop, or at least time it right.
She half looked at me but wouldn't acknowledge my presence. I guessed that I was being desperate and fantasising and got on with paying etc. She finished before me and floated away.
As I approached the exit I saw her stood, arms folded, bag on the floor, by the trolleys. I walked up to her and said 'hey' in a nervous voice. She asked me if I usually followed older women around shops. She had pale skin and blue eyes, looked tired but she was very hot. Her toenails were painted dark red and her tiny feet looked very sexy.
I suggested we get a coffee and she said she couldn't 'around here' and asked me where I was parked... |
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Anyway, she seemed keen to talk, so I walked her to where I was parked and she came and sat with me in my car. I could tell she was nervous now and I was too, and excited. I had no idea what was going to happen.
We made a fumbled attempt at conversation, both aware that we had started something, and I put my hand on her leg, and moved it up towards her inner thigh. She reached under it and squeezed my crotch, digging her nails in and grabbing at me like she had not been intimate for sometime.
We kissed sloppily and deeply and then she pulled her dress up, inviting my hand into her panties. My mind was racing and I felt like I could cum if I let myself go.
This went on for a few minutes, her thigh was wet and she was basically wanking me over my trousers.
Suddenly it was as if she came to her senses, stopped and asked me what we were doing, and pushed my hand out of the way, and smiled at me... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Anyway, she had stopped realised what she was doing and I think she had crossed the line between fantasy and reality. It's a line we all want to cross but if you are married then maybe not.
She started to get herself together in the rear view mirror and told me she thought I was lovely but it wouldn't go any further. I persuaded her to leave me her panties which had an outrageously nice pussy scent.
The last I saw of her she was walking back to her car, wow she looked good.
I was in the area from time to time and would go to the same place, but never saw her again. |
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