SweetAnnie40
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Not sure what I'm doing here but I guess I've always wanted my own thread. Someplace I can post my musings, desires, or the odd picture that I think is just stunning. This won't be high traffic like a picture thread but I'd like to post little bits of sexy stuff now and again. I guess i like the exhibitionist aspect of the process, though I've been very open across multiple threads about what I'm about, what has been going on with my husband for the last year, our sexual explorations, etc.
PART 1
For today, I'm just sort of obsessed with finding a beautiful woman, standing behind her in line, chatting amiably as we complain about how long the line will take. I compliment her on her top and leggings. Her skin is a gorgeous shade of dark mocha, so different from my 'white' Scottish heritage skin. I mention how good the leggings make her bottom look. We look at each other not talking but saying everything.
She takes my hand, out of sight of the others in the line, and directs it to her bottom. Given permission, I gladly caress and squeeze, exploring every bit of her shape, her beautiful curves, the delightful valley. Lifting the hem of her top just a little, I slip my hand inside her leggings. I find she's wearing satin string bikini panties which I caress her through. I recognize that she's getting very excited by the flush on her neck and the way she's getting a little squirmy.
It doesn't take long for me to push her panties down and enjoy her skin underneath my fingers, stroking and pushing. Her bottom arches toward me and I explore further down. Her legs widen and my fingers start touching wetness. I can only get two fingers between her legs but I find her moist lips and begin to stroke, to slip inside her.
She's biting her lips now and trembling at times. Only the narrowness of the check-out aisle with high display racks on either side make this possible. I'm blocking her from the woman behind me. The woman ahead of her is blabbing on her phone though she could turn at any moment and see. I think this is what is making it more exciting for both of us. I feel her stroking her clit through her leggings since I can't reach it.
We're moving toward the checkout at a glacial pace, but we're still moving and don't have the time we want. I touch her every way I wish I was being touched and soon am rewarded but a choked cough and the spasms of her pussy clamping down on my fingers again and again. Her hands are holding the display racks on her right and left for dear life. Her orgasm continues for a while as I don't stop stimulating her until she pushes my hand back.
"Paper and plastic?" asks the young man at the register. I'm still pulling her panties into place and slipping my fingers out as she tries to pull herself together enough to answer.
She has her purchases bagged and pays for them. As my purchases start to move through I see her drop a piece of paper in one of my bags.
As soon as I get away from the check-out line, I hunt for the paper.
"Ladies room, big stall. I just bought a cucumber..."
Hope you enjoy.
PART 1
For today, I'm just sort of obsessed with finding a beautiful woman, standing behind her in line, chatting amiably as we complain about how long the line will take. I compliment her on her top and leggings. Her skin is a gorgeous shade of dark mocha, so different from my 'white' Scottish heritage skin. I mention how good the leggings make her bottom look. We look at each other not talking but saying everything.
She takes my hand, out of sight of the others in the line, and directs it to her bottom. Given permission, I gladly caress and squeeze, exploring every bit of her shape, her beautiful curves, the delightful valley. Lifting the hem of her top just a little, I slip my hand inside her leggings. I find she's wearing satin string bikini panties which I caress her through. I recognize that she's getting very excited by the flush on her neck and the way she's getting a little squirmy.
It doesn't take long for me to push her panties down and enjoy her skin underneath my fingers, stroking and pushing. Her bottom arches toward me and I explore further down. Her legs widen and my fingers start touching wetness. I can only get two fingers between her legs but I find her moist lips and begin to stroke, to slip inside her.
She's biting her lips now and trembling at times. Only the narrowness of the check-out aisle with high display racks on either side make this possible. I'm blocking her from the woman behind me. The woman ahead of her is blabbing on her phone though she could turn at any moment and see. I think this is what is making it more exciting for both of us. I feel her stroking her clit through her leggings since I can't reach it.
We're moving toward the checkout at a glacial pace, but we're still moving and don't have the time we want. I touch her every way I wish I was being touched and soon am rewarded but a choked cough and the spasms of her pussy clamping down on my fingers again and again. Her hands are holding the display racks on her right and left for dear life. Her orgasm continues for a while as I don't stop stimulating her until she pushes my hand back.
"Paper and plastic?" asks the young man at the register. I'm still pulling her panties into place and slipping my fingers out as she tries to pull herself together enough to answer.
She has her purchases bagged and pays for them. As my purchases start to move through I see her drop a piece of paper in one of my bags.
As soon as I get away from the check-out line, I hunt for the paper.
"Ladies room, big stall. I just bought a cucumber..."
Hope you enjoy.
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