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 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."