Outdoors

Mary Ford, formerly Mary Weathers was grocery shopping at night. Which was not out of the ordinary. But you would think a woman who had just finalized her divorce hours prior, would be doing something fun, like getting drunk out of her mind. Not Mary.

Plain, predictable-boring Mary, her ex husband had called her. And as she stood on the frozen food section, staring at peas, Mary found herself hating that he was right. In a burst of sudden rage, she left her trolley in the middle of the aisle. She did not stop until she was outside, leaning against a shadowed corner of the store, breathing deeply in an effort to calm herself.

Rage under control, she made to head back into the store, but that was when she realized she was not alone. There was a man there, hidden a few feet from her, and as her eyes adjusted, they were drawn lower down his body. Where his hand was gripping his half erect cock, his jeans down to his knees.

What!

A pervert… how dare he…she would report him to management the moment she got inside…she would

"Hey there, sweetheart," The voice was warm, but it was the endearment that made her pause. No one had called her anything nice in months.

Shaking her head she made to leave, had she sunken so low that praise from a pervert made her pause. She watched his hand speed up over his hardening cock, and felt her face heat.

Did he think she would join him, a complete stranger, out in public. Ha! Such a scandalous thing, Mary would never it would be… not boring.

Oh.

Rather than walk away, she moved closer, coming to stand right in front of him, staring.

He had short hair, a well defined jaw and a straight nose. In the dim light she could not tell his eye color, but that did not matter. What mattered was the shaft between them. Reaching out curiously, she ran the tips of her fingers over its head. It twitched lightly at her touch and the man let out a low groan.

"Oh, fuck," He hissed letting himself go and Mary's fingers wrapped out it, just to see what he would do.

His hips pushed off the wall, and she tightened her grip just so. Moving her hand up and down, a bead of cum dripped from the tip and caught on her finger, running it along his length.

By now he was painfully hard, his dick throbbing.

"Condom?" She asked, barely recognizing her own voice, he nodded, reaching into his shirt pocket. She made to take it, but the man moves quick, spinning them until she was the one with her back to the wall. His big hands gripped her breasts through the material of her dress and she shuddered as he began patting the soft mounts, squeezing at her nipples. His mouth moved closer, silently asking for a kiss and she obliged. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, all the things her mother had warned her about in a man. But for the life of her, Mary could not remember why. Why would her mom be against something so wonderful. His tongue was an absolute beast, stealing into her mouth and refusing to leave. Chasing her own tongue through the cavern of her mouth. So caught up in the kiss, she did not feel one of his hands leave her breasts. But she did feel when he dragged her panties down, his thick fingers dipping between her legs.

She was already wet, something that almost never happened. He pushed into her with two fingers, stretching her, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on her clit. Working his fingers in and out of her, he matched the rhythm with the tongue he was fucking into her mouth.

She bucked, trying to control the pace, and his other hand came down, pinning her in place as his fingers worked. The pace slow, brutal and grazing over her sweet spot each time. She came undone riding his fingers, her vision whiting out. She was aware of the sound of plastic ripping, of him turning her around and bunching up her dress. Her bare ass exposed to the cool night air, but caught in that blissful state of release. Mary did not care. What did make her care however, was feeling the blunt edge of his cock nudging at her entrance.

"I can't it's too soon," She pleaded and she felt lips at the back of her neck, his big hands running soothing circles over ass.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright, you can take it," He said, running his length from her pubes to her crack. She pushed back on instinct, and he huffed.

The head of his cock nudged her again and this time all she did was lay her cheek against the wall. Her mouth opening at the slow intrusion. He pushed all the way in, her pussy making a loud wet sound as he slid home.

"There you are," He said, hands running up and down her waist. Not moving, just letting her feel it, letting her feel him-hot and heavy in her.

He rolled his hips, rubbing against her sore walls and Mary whimpered. Pain and pleasure mixing.

Pulling out until her lips were clinging to his tip, he pushed back in, this time both of them groaned. Again and again he moved, and just when Mary thought she had the rhythm down, he changed tactics. His thrusts became more brutal, his hand moving to her front. Fingers rubbing at her clit even as he continued to pump into her, his movements erratic.

This time, they came together, his body slumping on top of her. Her walls clenching around him, her whole body tight. She held him in through his aftershocks, the wall bearing their combined weight. With the sweat cooling on their skin and his cock softening he pulled out of her. But kept a hand on her lower back, preventing her from turning around. Leaning down he dragged her lacy panties all the way down, coaxing her to lift her feet so that he could take them off. She was a bit confused by the action until she felt the material at her cunt. He'd fucked her out and was now cleaning her with her own underwear. Her cheeks flamed anew and she hid her face with her hands.

Embarrassment and arousal warring.

Job done, her partner stood, tapping lightly at her butt as he stepped back.

"Thank you, sweetheart, I am taking the panties as a souvenir," He said, one final kiss to the back of her neck and he was gone, disappearing into the night.

The Mary Ford who returned to the store was panty free, and a whole lot less boring.

She finished her shopping with a spring in her step.