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French Fries and a Coke Please


We were in the store, picking up a few things after our evening out for
dinner. We strolled up and down the isles as we usually did looking for the
few things we really needed. Roger had longer legs than I did, so I was
practically running to keep up with him. The advantage to this was that I
got to watch his bum sway back and forth with each step. This reminded me of
how firm it was and how much I liked to caress it while we were petting.


We got to the second to the last isle and Roger slowed down in his walking.
This isle had the wine, beer, soda and other party items. Roger carefully
scanned each shelf, his eyes stopping every so often and hed stand back his
weight on one leg and look as he decided if we needed some of whatever it
was he was looking at. I took this as an opportunity to gaze at that
beautiful bum of his.


We finally got what we needed and got to the check out line. The girl
working there was very beautiful, though she could have used some help with
her makeup and matching her clothes, she nevertheless had a gorgeous smile
and great figure. Roger commented on her looks saying, "God, does she have
some firm breasts." I looked down at my breasts which I thought were firm
but slightly smaller that the checkout girls. I thought to myself, "he
really didnt say that to hurt me, so Ill ignore it."


Ignore it hell, I decided to get even. I was going to show him what he liked
and what he couldnt have. I cuddled up behind him in the line as we waited
for our turn at the checkout. I got up on my tippy toes and kissed Roger on
the neck and nibbled on his ear as my hands held tightly onto his waist. He
shook off my little advances and turned to tell me that he loved me. I
smiled and thought to myself, "Ill get you."


I stood still for just about 15 seconds, long enough for him to get his mind
on something other than me and then I reached around in front of him and
slowly ran my fingers up over the length of his love weapon. As I got to the
top of it, I covered the head with one palm and squeezed it. At the same
time, I pressed my breasts into his back, and stood back up on my tippy toes
and kissed his ear, whispering, "I want you, right here  right now."


He shrugged and knocked me back off my tippy toes, but I never let go of his
tool. I squeezed a little harder then started running my fingers up and down
over him. He was getting the message, I could fell him growing, even though
he was trying to make me think he was ignoring me and I wasnt effecting
him. He said something about a headline he saw in one of those trashy
newspapers you see at the checkout. I ignored him, kissed his back and
continued stroking him with my fingers.


He turned his head to me and said, "Can you just wait until we get home,
this could be embarrassing."


I responded quickly, "Nope!" and I reached down further and formed a cup
with my hands and held him by the testicles. My eyes strayed up to his and
as I noticed the tension in his expression, I grinned and smiled a devilish
smile at him. As his grimace deepened, I squeezed harder until it was our
turn to step up to the checkout.


Not wanting to let him off that easy, I commented to the checkout girl that
he had a firm butt and he was excited. He grimaced and tried to change the
topic, asking the price of the stalk of bananas we had picked. The girl
looked up the price and started to tell him when I interrupted and said, "Do
you know we bought that stalk because all the bananas are about the same
size as he is?" He turned to me, somewhat agitated and said, "Hush you, what
s gotten into you?"


In my smart-ass little way, I replied, "Not you, at least not yet."


Roger breathed a sigh of relief as the girl took his money and gave him some
change and we headed toward the door. Roger turned to me to say something
but I made a goofy face at him and all he could do was chuckle and say,
"You, I dont know what Im gonna do with you."


We got to the car and I took my seat next to him in the middle, my hand on
his thigh and my eyes on his face as he started the car and drove off. We
pulled out into the street and drove up to the stoplight. While waiting for
the green light, I said, "Roger, sweetie, I want some french fries." He
looked at me like I was nuts and said, ok, Ill stop at the burger stand
near our place.


It was a Friday night and when we pulled up to the burger stand, there was a
line for the drive through. My evil mind, ever plotting, gave me an idea. I
reached over and stroked him through his shorts and then found his zipper
and lowered it, taking him out of his shorts. He must have thought it was
safe enough in the car because he didnt protest or say anything. He just
looked straight ahead.


I knew Roger thought I was seriously over sexed, so it didnt surprise me
the way he seemed to be ignoring what I was doing. I could tell his ignoring
me was simply something in his mind, maybe on of those stupid male things,
but the reaction of his tool told the truth and it was swelling and starting
to throb.


I slid over on the seat and leaned over, taking him in my hand and guiding
him to my lips. I ran my tongue over the head of him and then around the
whole shaft, stroking him lightly as my tongue bathed his stiffness. I slid
my lips over the head of him, sucking his head into my mouth. While holding
his head in my mouth, my tongue continued to caress him and my hand
continued to stroke his shaft. I began moving my head up and down, taking
more and more of him into my mouth with each movement. He was still trying
to act like he was ignoring me, but I kept it up, holding my hand around the
shaft of his tool right near my lips, moving up and down. I knew that
holding my hand there would make him feel like I was taking his whole length
into my mouth.


I kept the motion up as I heard him order the fries and a coke for himself.
His words were stammering, but he managed to get the order out. I just kept
increasing the speed of my sucking him into my mouth and increased the speed
of my stroking him. I reached around with my other hand and started
caressing his testicles until I could feel him begin to erupt.


As the tension grew, I could feel his stomach tighten against my head, I
could feel the jerky tightening in his tool and I knew he was about to fill
me with his thick, creamy love produce. I kept up, tightening my grip on the
base of his tool to prevent him from exploding, at least for now, and I
began making moaning sounds with my throat every time his head touched the
back of my mouth.


He began to twitch in his seat and just as I felt the car move forward and
stop, I released my grip and let him cum, filling my mouth with his sweet,
hot, creamy cum. I swallowed what I could and sat up with some his cum
dribbling down my chin from my lips.


I looked at the young man serving us, gave him a devilish smile, and asked
for some extra napkins. I sat up and pulled myself over to Roger as if
nothing had happened.


As we pulled away, Roger turned to me and said, "Only you, I can never tell
what to expect from you, maybe thats why I love you so much." He kissed me
and we drove off to our apartment, where I knew Roger would finish what I
had started.


I still, to this day, wonder what that poor high school kid must have
thought, or moreover, what did he tell his friends?


We pulled up to our apartment and Roger took the groceries and I followed
him to the door, reaching out and pinching his cute butt. But, I suppose
thats another story, right now, I need to go make this one come true.










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