Grocery Shopping
He picks up something extra at the supermarket.
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I was leaving the supermarket one morning, my cart full with my weekly grocery
shopping. As I passed the area reserved as a taxi stand I saw an attractive young
woman I guessed to be in her late teens. She was standing next to a full cart. As I
waited at the curb for traffic to allow me to cross into the parking lot I
commented, "You look like you could use some help."
The bluntness of her reply took me by surprise. "Yes, I can," she blurted, "and I
can't wait here any longer. I've been waiting for a stupid cab for more than twenty
minutes." Believe me, it was my 'good Samaritan' instincts that led me to offer her
a lift. She readily accepted. While I loaded our packages into the car she
introduced herself. Her name was Zandriah. As we pulled out of the parking lot
Zandriah gave me her address which I recognized as being just a few blocks from my
home, which would take about ten minutes to get to.
We were stopped at a light just outside the mall when we began to talk. She was a
law student at Columbia Law School. She worked part time at a Law Firm not too far
from the hospital I worked at. I was a first year resident there in the pediatric
ward. In a few minutes we were in front of her house, a Brownstone beauty, similar
to my. Zandriah had said that she lived upstairs, so I said that I would be glad to
carry her packages up for her while she watched the car. She got out of the car and
opened the door and went upstairs. She came back down. On my first trip up, I was
amazed to find that the apartment layout was almost identical to my own, so I just
naturally knew were to put the groceries on the kitchen table. By the time I
completed my third and last trip up the stairs, Zandriah was back in the kitchen
starting to put things away. She surprised me by coming over to me and putting her
arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips. Again, this young lady shocked me
but this time my response was to pull her closer to me and work my tongue deep into
her mouth. As I held her close to me, I could feel the literal fullness of her
breasts through my thin summer shirt. I guess it was her turn to be a bit surprised
because she pulled away, although slowly, and asked me if I'd like a beer or Coke. I
said a Coke would be fine. She went to the refrigerator and I went over to the
kitchen table and sat down.
As Zandriah walked toward me with the soda she got a strange look on her face. She
put the Coke on the table. "Ooooh. I feel horny. She lifted her sweatshirt. She
grabbed her breasts and started rubbing them. Because I was sitting down, her breast
was just about level with my face, and I simply couldn't resist the temptation to
suck them. As I did this, Zandriah cupped her breast in her hand and pushed the
swollen nipple into my mouth. She breathed an orgasmic sigh as I suckled like a
baby.
She gently pulled her tit from my mouth and knelt down between my knees. "Now it's
my turn," she said and swiftly opened my jeans and released my swollen prick. First
she licked it clean of my clear pre-cum and the engulfed the glands with her lips.
Her sucking was as enthusiastic as mine had been as she rocked back and forth taking
more and more of my length with each motion. As the volcano of sperm was about to
erupt from my churning balls, she stopped sucking and knelt up straight. Taking her
breasts in her hands she pushed them together and began to massage my glistening
cock with her nipples squeezing them with her thumbs and forefingers. As she did her
milk began to flow and mix with her saliva and my pre-cum. Her timing was
unbelievable, because just as I was about to splatter the ceiling with my jism, she
again took my manhood in her eager mouth. I can't remember the last time I shot so
much joy juice, but with each pulsation of my prick, Zandriah sucked harder and
harder until my once proud tool was limp in her mouth. Then with a lick and a kiss
to the tip she stood up, pulled her sweatshirt down and finished putting away the
groceries. I recovered from my state of ecstasy, fixed my pants and asked her if I
could drive her on her next trip to the supermarket. She smiled at me and said, "I
like to do my shopping on Friday mornings." Great because I always had Friday
mornings off.
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