Shopping with Sir

The cool gust of the air conditioner as she enters the supermarket is a pleasant change from the humid summer day outside. Her nipples immediately tighten in response, making her smile a little as it sends a small tingle elsewhere. As she reaches for a basket she can feel the thin fabric of her dress cling a little around the sides of her full breasts. She sighs to herself. She had hoped to have escaped wearing a bra with this dress, given the more flowing and relaxed fit, but a little humidity was giving her away. Hoping no one would notice, she pushes through the turnstiles and starts her shopping.

Coffee, eggs, cheese…. She soon loses herself in her task, making her way through her list. She is so absorbed she almost doesn’t notice him at the end of the aisle.

When she does, she realises rather self-consciously that he has been looking at her for some time. She gives him a shy smile, suddenly nervous. She can tell he is taking her in, the clingy fabric, her obvious braless state, and he smiles his wicked smile.

It has been a few weeks since she had seen her Sir, and it is a shock to see him like this, in such a domestic location. Did he know she shopped here? A little flustered, she moves into the next aisle — unsure of how to act around him in public.

It is incredible how quickly his presence has an effect on her, her heart already racing, the need in her rising. Yet in such a public place those feelings are also rather disconcerting.

She pretends to read the ingredients of various tinned goods as she feels him approach. Feels him lean in close as though to reach for something on the shelf next to her. Close enough she can feel his breath on her neck, and shivers immediately in response. He bites her earlobe hard, and whispers “now”.

She almost drops her basket. “Here?” she whispers back, but not without some trepidation.

What would he expect her to do in such a public place?

She is thankful that the aisle is empty, as he leans closer, pressing his already hard cock against her thigh. One hand quickly reaching to pull her against him, squeezing a breast, pinching a nipple. She gasps as he lets her go with a chuckle, leaving her breathless as he walks off around the next corner.

She goes to follow him, but he isn’t in the next aisle, and she takes this moment to settle herself. Breathe. She takes another look at her list.

Sugar….

She ticks it off her list, but can’t help but be distracted now. Can’t help looking for him. Has he left or is he still somewhere, watching. She glances at the security cameras on the ceiling, a flush of embarrassment as she thinks about their brief earlier encounter.

Salad ingredients…

She makes her way to the vegetable section and starts to select ripe tomatoes and lettuce. Just as she begins to relax, she feels a sudden tingle down her spine, a sure sign he is near. Trying not to appear obvious she attempts to continue her shopping, despite the fact she can feel his eyes on her.

A hand slides across her arse as he walks in beside her again, pretending to look at the cucumbers in front of her.

“A fitting location,” he murmurs in her ear, with a smile. She can’t bring herself to say anything back, overwhelmed by his presence and what he might do next.

With her basket propped against her hip on her right-hand side, He uses his body to block any view on the left. As leans in, he slides a hand between them and starts playing with her clit through the flimsy fabric.

“I want you to cum… right here in the supermarket, in front of all these people,” he whispers to her, rubbing harder, faster. She wants to protest but his actions are already making her so wet. It isn’t long before she starts to pant, holding on to the edge of the vegetable display as he intensifies his attention. Finding it harder and harder to hide her excitement and embarrassment from the people shopping around them.

They are beginning to get some curious looks from those walking by, but she tells herself they aren’t aware of what exactly he is doing to her. Except perhaps for one lonely looking man on the other side of the fresh food area, staring at them with lust in his eyes.

Her Sir watches her keenly, enjoying her embarrassment. His smile widens as she gets closer to orgasm, as her breathing becomes more pronounced. She can no longer control her expression, pressing against his hand in wanting, her face flushed.

“Oh God,” she groans, and he laughs then, partly to cover her obvious groan as she starts to cum. Partly because her discomfort is verging on comical and turning him on like nothing else. She drops her basket as she starts to shudder, the loud bang of it hitting the ground drawing a little more attention now.

He can feel how wet she is through the fabric of her dress. Her hardened nipples obvious now beneath such a thin layer of fabric, the pink blush on her neck betraying her excitement. He hadn’t planned to take it any further than this but it is just too tempting. His own lust heightened by her obvious arousal and discomfort, and by how much they had gotten away with so far.

She starts to turn away from him, embarrassed and horny, but thinking he is finished with her. She bends down to pick up her basket, and as she does he slides a hand under her skirt, slipping past the thin G-string to slide a finger inside her wet pussy.

Basket forgotten, she jumps in surprise, and he quickly moves behind her, shifting her further towards the corner of the unit. Here she finds herself pressed between the edge of the display and a shelving unit of baked goods. She tries to pull away from him, tries to give him a look, but he alters his grip, holding her wrist tight as he presses against her.

“Mine,” he whispers, reminding her.

His cock is hard against her, he pulls away to discreetly undo his fly, within seconds he is pulling her skirt up and pushing inside her. She is so wet he slides in easily, and she stifles a gasp, as he fills her to the hilt. Stunned at how exposed they are, and yet she can’t contain how excited this is making her, and how good he feels inside her.

From this position, she is still forced to look across the vegetables at the other shoppers, and she has lost any way of escaping his attention. There are quite a few people looking their way now, some out of curiosity, some not quite comprehending what they are looking at. Others beginning to turn away in embarrassment, or in shock, as he starts to move inside her, their act becoming even more obvious. He is enjoying this too much, the way people are looking at them. He stops trying so hard to conceal it, his hand reaching up to squeeze her breasts, pulling her to him as he thrusts.

A gasp across from her, as an elderly lady, drops her tomatoes and backs away from them in shock. Looking to her left she notices a couple of young men down the aisle staring, watching, one of them touching himself. A mother ushering her children away. Another couple watching in curiosity or shock, but apparently unable to stop staring. Others surprisingly still oblivious. Glancing at the security camera, she whimpers, feeling a rush of shame and fear, but betrayed by her body’s overwhelming arousal.

He growls in her ear again, “Don’t you like them watching pet? Are they filming it upstairs do you think? I like them seeing how much I own you, that I can do this to you in front of them.”

She starts to groan again as he thrusts harder and deeper, not trying to stifle it anymore, her senses flooded. The murmurs and shock of the shoppers around her turning her on. The adrenalin of being caught now mingling with the shock of being watched proving to be an intoxicating mix. Too late to turn back, and yet no one was stopping them either.

Encouraged and turned on by the crowd, he pushes her roughly forward over the cucumber display, her arms flailing and knocking produce onto the floor. He flips up her skirt and pulls his cock out of her pussy to press immediately into her other tight little place. She cries briefly in protest, but he is wet with her juices and slides in deep, pulling her round cheeks apart, exposing her. He starts to take her arse in hard thudding thrusts, enjoying the visual of her pressed down amongst so many phallic shapes.

Caught up in the moment, the orgasmic sensation of his hard cock sliding into the silky sheath of her arse quickly becomes her only focus. Distantly she hears someone telling them to stop, someone yelling, but she is already cumming, crying out, lost in the sensation. Hardly hearing the call for security over the loudspeaker, he groans too, and she feels his cock pulsing as he empties his hot cum deep, deep inside her.

“Security…Disturbance in aisle 3…..”