I’ve been enjoying my grocery duties so much lately. Not only do I now get almost 50-off discounts for being the store’s loyal customer for over 10 years, but I also have another guilty pleasure: Flirting with this handsome salesperson.
I first met him almost a year ago when the store suddenly changed its layout because of expansion. I couldn’t adjust quickly and I had a hard time finding my way around—I needed a guide. And he was right there willingly assisting me on a couple of weekends. At first I didn’t pay him much attention, until one Tuesday I caught him staring at my cleavage. I was supposed to get upset but it was also the first time I realized how lovely his eyes were and, ultimately, how hot he was. He’s in his early twenties, tall and toned. Smart and funny, too, probably waiting for a better job hence the grocery stint. From that moment I began to like him… well, more like, lust after him. I began playing along his flirtatious attitude—even began wearing sexier clothes for him to enjoy. I even allowed casual conversations with him, seeing as he enjoyed talking to a sexy wife like me. It was all clean fun, I believed… for as long as I could control my inner MILF…
Which was last week. “Are these the biggest watermelons here?” I asked him while I eyed the fruits.
“You bet,” he whispered loudly. I knew where he was looking at, of course. I was in my pink tee with a plunging neckline.
“I’m talking about these fruits, Tyson,” I said giggling.
“Oh, right. Uh, yeah, those are the best. There were a few better pieces earlier but Mrs. Roberts beat you to them,” he said while blushing a bit.
“Well I guess I should just contend myself with these melons, then,” I grabbed three.
“Yeah me too. They’re perfect,” I caught him looking at my boobs again. I grinned. I felt like a total hot wife! Then I decided to head to the counter before I start stripping there and then to get it over with.
Ty pushed my heavy cart all the way to the car park. I really enjoy chatting with him. He told me it was his birthday that coming weekend, and he was taking a week off and go to Hawaii. He told me all about his grandma’s place there near two beaches and while he babbled my mind was already thinking of him—in swimming trunks, shirtless and ready for a dip.
“So what gift can I expect when I get back?” he asked and I went by to my senses opening the driver’s door. My naughty senses, that is.
“How about I give it to you now?” My eyes quickly scouted the area and nobody else was there.
“What?” he’s so cute when caught off-guard. I walked towards him.
“I said, here’s your gift,” I took his hand and placed it on my right breast, letting him feel my already-hard nipple…
“Oh, Mrs. Carter, I, uh…”
“You like my melons, right, Ty? Well, here you are,” I took his other hand and placed it on my other tit. He automatically squeezed them a bit, proof that he was enjoying the moment with the hot married woman. I pulled him to the front of the car—I was parked in a corner—in case somebody suddenly drives in.
“Well, they are lovely, Mrs. Carter,” I could feel his heartbeat go faster.
“Better when exposed too,” I took my top off.
Ty wasted no time. He cupped my tits again… then he leaned to lick my left nipple. He savored the moment for a few more minutes, and when I moved my knee bumped into his crotch. Rock hard. “Wow,” I said. “Oh, sorry about that,” he backed away.
“Oh, no need to apologize, Ty,” I grinned then pulled him by the belt… then knelt.
His cock felt so good in my mouth. Lucky for Ty cocksucking was my favorite thing to do. “Mmmm you suck so good, Mrs. Carter,” Ty was moving his hips to meet my bobs. I moaned on his cock, licked it’s head, then deepthroated it again. That made him lose it: He grabbed my head, held it in place, and started fucking my mouth. I looked up, met his lustful eyes and knew he was enjoying it. And so was I. The naughty wife in me clearly took over. My tongue swirled and swirled around the juicy dick sliding in and out my slick mouth. I felt his body get more tensed…
I looked back at him again and we were thinking the same thing: “Oh yeah I’m cumming inside your mouth, Mrs. Carter. Drink it all, drink every drop… Ohhh…”
My mouth was filled with fresh cum. I could fill Tyson’s dick shooting big strands of sweet, thick milk… He was still grabbing my hair and he kept groaning while he came for almost a minute… When he was finally done, he took his cock off my mouth and I showed him my mouthful. He grinned, then I gulped everything down. He bit his lip, I licked mine, then he squeezed his dick one last time and pat in on my lips. I drank a couple more extra drops of his rich cum… I love being a slut wife!
“Thanks for blowing my candle, Mrs. Carter,” he said jokingly, rubbing his warm cock against my lips.
I can’t wait until he gets back from Hawaii.
