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WARNING: The following is intended for mature audiences only. It contains
explicit descriptions of sex between a man and a woman. Proceed only if you are
at least 18 years of age, and not offended by the beautiful act of lovemaking.

NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR: Okay, this is it: my first story involving male/female
sex. (As opposed to female/female sex, like my other stories.) For some reason
I wrote it around an act exhibitionism and public sex. I don't know why,
because this is not something I'm really into, but it was a lot of fun to
write.

Feel free to repost, archive, or otherwise copy this story -- under the
following conditions: 1)  Please E-mail me if you intend to do so. 2)  It is to
be KEPT IN ITS ENTIRETY, including disclaimers. 3)  It must always be available
to everyone, FREE OF CHARGE. Thank you.

Comments are appreciated, if only so I'll know the story actually gets read.
E-mail me at SueDNyym@aol.com.

          "THE QUICKIE"
          by   Sue D. Nyym
          Copyright (C) 1998

Joe and Jessie Malone needed to do some grocery shopping one afternoon, so they
decided to go together. They had only been married two months, so the idea of
shopping together still sounded fun. It was a particularly hot Saturday
afternoon so they dressed minimally -- Joe in baggy shorts and a T-shirt,
Jessie in a breezy sundress and sandals.

They drove to the store with the top down in their cute new convertible. Joe
sat behind the wheel, shades on, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
Never mind the good job, nice car, and magnificent home, the reason he felt so
lucky was sitting right next to him. To be married Jessie -- the most
beautiful, intelligent, wonderful girl in the world -- would have been enough
for him.

He glanced over at her. She WAS beautiful. Long red hair dancing in the wind
like fire, stunning green eyes, soft porcelain skin, the occasional patch of
freckles, tall and long limbed, but with generous curves in all the right
places. Joe smiled broadly.

Jessie noticed, and smiled back. She felt pretty lucky herself. Already married
at 21 to a sweet, handsome guy, who was an animal in bed. It was an added bonus
that he was hard-working and ambitious, already with a great job that was only
bound to get better. <Let's see my sisters top that!> she thought, with more
than a trace of bitterness.

The traffic was heavy (typical for downtown at this time of day), so they were
moving slowly. But it was blustery and Jessie's sundress would often billow in
the wind, occasionally exposing a generous amount of her legs. One benefit of
the traffic, as far as Joe was concerned, was being forced to stop frequently.
I gave him the opportunity to dart his eyes in the direction of Jessie's lap.
Numerous glimpses of her upper thighs were already giving him a woody, but he
was hoping to catch a glimpse of --

"What do you keep looking at?" Jessie asked.

"Whoops ... busted," he said with a loopy grin. "I was trying to see if I could
catch a flash of panties."

Jessie laughed. "Well, I wouldn't count on it if I were you."

"Why not?"

"I'm not wearing panties."

Joe's eyes almost leapt from their sockets. "Really?!?"

"Yes, really. Too fuckin' hot for panties."

They stopped at a red light. "Prove it," Joe said, turning to face her.

Jessie casually lifted up the front of her skirt. Joe clearly saw a thatch of
red pubic hair. Then she leaned back in her seat and lifted her pelvis
slightly, exposing her bare, pink slit.

A horn blared behind them.

"The light's green, hon," Jessie said, easing back into her seat and lowering
her skirt.

Joe jerked out of his trance and stepped on the gas. He had half a mind to turn
around right now, go home, and fuck Jessie's brains out. Well, it wasn't
actually his mind that was thinking that. It was his dick's idea. Which was so
hard now it was almost painful.

Unfortunately they were only two blocks from the supermarket, and logic reared
its ugly head. <C'mon> Joe said to his dick. <You can wait another hour or two,
can't ya?> His dick responded by throbbing steadily. Joe whimpered.

They pulled into the parking lot, and the two -- no, make that three -- of them
got out of the car. Joe was thankful he had worn such a baggy outfit. He didn't
think his trouser- tent showed too much. Unless you looked right at his crotch,
which apparently Jessie did.

She snickered when Joe walked toward her. "Didn't mean to wake up the big
fella," she nudged him in the ribs. "But you asked for it."

<This is gonna be a long two hours> Joe thought miserably.

Inside the store was blessedly cool, the air conditioning cranked up full
blast. Jessie picked out a cart while Joe dug the grocery list out of his back
pocket. Usually shopping together was a team effort, but Joe found himself too
distracted to be of much help. He followed a couple steps behind his wife, his
eyes constantly crawling over her long, bare legs or her incredible, tight
little ass, which wiggled enticingly as she walked ... just one thin layer of
fabric away from being bare.

Jessie continued her shopping, pretending not to notice. But she knew what she
was doing to him. I was a little fun torturing him, and more that a little
erotic. She started to feel damp between her legs, and this time it wasn't
sweat.

They were about halfway done with their shopping when Joe cracked.

Jessie was checking the expiration date on a can of peas when Joe stepped up
behind her and hugged her tight. She could feel his erection poking into her
hip.

"Jeeezzzuuusss," he hissed in her ear. "I can't stand it. I'm gonna fucking
faint if I don't get some relief. Maybe we could go out to the car real quick,
put the top up ..."

"I got a better idea," she said, "follow me."

Jessie hurriedly pushed the cart into what she hoped was an out-of-the-way
corner (with any luck they could return in a moment and pick up where they left
off), and then rushed toward the front of the store.

Joe followed closely behind, his excitement building, even though he had no
idea what she had in mind.

She led them to the restrooms. She knew from experience that they were small,
clean, single-occupancy, and had a door that locked. Thankfully one of them was
unoccupied. They rushed inside, locked the door, and were immediately all over
each other. Kissing, groping, stumbling over to the small counter that housed
the sink.

Joe boosted Jessie up, her ass hanging halfway over the sink, and started
unbuttoning the front of her dress. It was soon apparent that she wasn't
wearing a bra either, and her ample breasts were quickly exposed. Joe abandoned
the unbuttoning to grip both them gently in his large hands, and brushed his
fingertips over them. His thumbs sought out her nipples and started rubbing
them.

Jessie leaned her head back with a loud gasp. Joe kissed her exposed throat,
then ran his tongue down to a particularly sensitive patch of freckles between
her breasts. She gasped again.

Joe brought one of her breasts to his mouth, and his tongue snaked out to flick
her nipple. Jessie grabbed the back of his head, and hissed "Oh, God!" between
her teeth. It was torture trying to be quiet.

Sucking her nipple between his lips, Joe's hands started moving up her legs,
caressing her inner thighs. His mouth switched to her other nipple as his
fingers found her damp pussy. Jessie let out a shriek that echoed loudly in the
small space. He knowingly ran his fingers over her labia, stroking just so.
Jessie desperately wanted to cry out, but kept her lips pressed tightly
together. She uttered something that sounded like a loud hum.

Joe's mouth released its grip on her nipple, and he promptly ducked his head
under her skirt. He licked his way up her thigh, and briefly tongued her moist,
open slit.

At the exact same time his index finger penetrated her, he clasped her clit
between his lips and sucked hard. Jessie climaxed in a torrent. She clamped
both hands over her mouth to keep from screaming in the tiny bathroom.

It took several minutes for Jessie to recover. For a moment she was frozen
stiff, and then she was suddenly  racked with spasms and gasping for breath.
Joe slid his finger out of her wet pussy. It was glistening with her fluid. He
held it out to her lips, and she greedily sucked his entire finger into her
mouth, licking away her own come.

Finally, Jessie felt coherent, and let herself slump to the floor. She knelt on
the cool tile, her face directly  in front of Joe's crotch. She unfastened and
then tugged on his baggy shorts until they slipped to his ankles, along with
his underwear. His erect cock sprang free right in front of her face. It was
huge, even bigger that usual, and it had taken on an bright red color. Jessie
had planned on sucking his cock until it was raw, but after seeing what had
become of it, she suddenly needed to have it in her pussy.

She leaped to her feet, turned his back to him, and bent deeply at the waist,
using the counter top for support.

"Oh, Joe," she said in a loud whisper. "I NEED you to fuck me with that big
cock. Please ... fuck my pussy deep."

Joe was a little shocked. Jessie didn't usually talk dirty. But he liked it! It
was almost enough to make him come right there. And with her tight ass waving
back and forth in the air at him, Joe couldn't have said no if he had wanted
to. In a flash he lifted her skirt, spread her cheeks, and thrust his aching
cock deep into her damp cunt. Both of them had to stifle a primal scream.

Joe was usually good at drawing things out, but after being denied for so long,
it took less than five strokes before he erupted. He shot three or four really
good loads of come deep into Jessie's pussy before finally beginning  to abate
somewhat. He wanted to vocalize his enjoyment, but managed to keep mostly quiet
by taking deep, cleansing breaths.

As Jessie heard the breathing and felt the hot semen splash her insides, she
almost had a sympathy orgasm of her own. She knew one usually wasn't enough for
Joe, but also afraid he might stop, she pleaded with him: "Oh, Joe, don't stop
yet!"

"Don't worry, baby," Joe said, rubbing her ass affectionately as he waited to
catch his breath. "My libido's still hot." Just one orgasm wasn't about to faze
him, not matter how powerful it was, not after what he had gone through to get
there.

His cock had lost the red puffiness, but it was still hard as stone, and still
buried deep within Jessie. He resumed pumping, slowly at first, still not fully
recovered, but gradually increasing the rhythm. Soon, Jessie picked up the
rhythm herself, meeting every one of his thrusts. Joe reached down and fondled
her tits, letting the movement of their bodies brush her nipples back and forth
over his palms.

It wasn't long before Jessie's breathing got rapid and she was clutching at the
counter for purchase. She moaned loudly into the back of her hand. "Oh, God,
yes, fuck me!" she hissed. "FUCK me!"

Joe gripped her ass, and abruptly sped up his rhythm. Jessie uttered a gruff
moan, and then began shaking her head back and forth, making her red hair fly.
Then, as orgasm overtook her, she froze in place, unable to move a muscle. Joe
continued to pound away, knowing her motionless state wouldn't last long.
Suddenly Jessie's entire body went slack and she cried out, which she was only
able to half-muffle.

She seemed to come forever, but Joe was patient. While he didn't stop
thrusting, he did slow considerably. He realized it was probably dragging out
her orgasm, so he was unwilling to stop completely. Eventually she did recover
to some degree, and he pulled his cock free from her snatch with a wet, sucking
sound.

"Turn around, baby," he said.

"Okay," she said, still sounding a little bit out of it. She twisted her body
around, and immediately slumped to her knees. Joe's cock was right in front of
her face again.

"Suck it, baby," he said. If she could talk dirty, so could he. "Suck it hard!"

Smiling up at him, she took his cock in her hands. It was slick with their
shared love- juices. She licked the length of it, up one side and down the
other, savoring what she considered to be the very flavor of sex. She tongued
the head of it briefly, and then slid it all the way into her mouth. Joe
grunted. She began to suck it firmly, easing it back and forth past her lips.
Her tongue got involved, while it was still in her mouth, licking and flicking
playfully.

Joe's breathing was very heavy. When he suddenly held his breath, Jessie knew
he was about to climax. If they had been at home, she might have let him pull
out and come on her face or her breasts. But considering where they were, they
couldn't be too messy, so she took it all into her mouth. (Which, as far as Joe
was concerned, was just as good anyway.)

The ejaculation wasn't as impressive as his first, but still considerable, and
Jessie had a mouthful of come by the time he was spent. She swallowed with a
grin.

Joe slumped to the floor, his legs too weak to support him an longer. Jessie
took the opportunity to use the sink and some paper towels to clean herself up.
She buttoned up her dress, washed her face clean of sweat, and tied to fix her
disheveled hair. She also used a couple wads of paper towels to dry her sopping
pussy somewhat. For the first time she almost regretted not wearing panties.
Probably still looking and smelling like she'd just had sex, Jessie decided but
it would have to do.

When Joe was ready (he wasn't too concerned about how he looked), the two of
them exited the bathroom. They had been in there a long time -- a good thirty
minutes -- but no one seemed to notice. As they went back to retrieve the
shopping cart they'd abandoned, no one gave them a second look. They found
themselves laughing like schoolchildren.

          - - -

At the checkout lane, Jessie left Joe to pay for the groceries so she could go
back to the bathroom. Because this time she really did need to go.

Joe was handing the cashier his credit card, when Jessie returned. She was
white as a sheet. Even her freckles were pale. She looked like she had just
seen a ghost.

"What is it, Jessie?" Joe asked, his voice full of concern.

"I think I need to show you something," she said, her voice shaking.

The cashier handed him his receipt. "Thanks," he said to him, and then took his
cart for of groceries. 

"Okay," he said to Jessie, taking her hand, "Lead the way."

She led him back the same bathroom they had just "visited " together, and
stopped in front of their Counter of Love.

"Well, what is it, babe?"

"I was sitting on the toilet," she pointed to the booth, which was opposite the
counter, "when I happened to glance up ..." she gestured to the upper
right-hand corner of the ceiling.

A security camera hung there. Its lens was pointed right at them.

"Oh, SHIT!" Joe exclaimed.

          THE END

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