The present

Recently, something happened that became a wonderful experience and gave me immense pleasure: I was arriving at the supermarket where I usually go shopping on weekends with my wife, and after getting out of the car and climbing up the small ramp leading to the store, I came across a female figure watching me.
She was a delicious, middle-aged blonde with short hair and green eyes coming down the ramp from the upper parking lot.
However, she noticed that I was accompanied and looked away in an effort to maintain a certain necessary discretion. Nevertheless my insistence on staring at her without my wife's knowledge caught the eye of this woman who when entering the shop turned towards me with a dismissive smile.
That smile was more than enough to spark my libido and reawaken my sex drive. As usual, we got in a shopping cart and moved on. In some corridors, me and my admirer looked at each other and kept everything discreetly visual confidentiality. There was a moment when my wife and I separated because she went out looking for fresh fruit and I mineral isotonic water.
As I entered the hallway where these products were mentioned, I noticed this woman who was looking for some kind of ready-made tea or something worthwhile.
"Have you ever tasted this tea made with coconut water?" she asked, without looking at me.
I've tasted it, yes! <unk> I answered carefully <unk> And found it very sweet ..., but not as good as the kiss of a beautiful woman.
She looked at me with an air of seriousness, and for a moment I thought she was going to make fun of me; but to my utter surprise that wasn't the case.
Even if she's married?
-I think it's even better! <unk> I replied in a naughty tone <unk> You know, the forbidden is always tastier!
From then on, we had a quick and lively conversation until Denise (that was her name) came closer to me and whispered gently.
- That's my cell phone number <unk> she said, handing me a small piece of paper <unk> Monday morning I will be here at the market ... so if you want ..., and can ..., call me, okay?
Without waiting for an answer, Denise turned and walked away, leaving me standing there in the supermarket aisle with a puzzled look on my face and a cell phone number. I regained consciousness as quickly as possible and put it back into my Bermuda pocket.
As a matter of fact, even though Denise had aroused my desire in an unusual way as she exuded sensuality with her eyes alone the subject dissipated from my mind before that always troubled weekend and other things to do.
On Monday morning, I drove my wife and daughter to the subway station and from there roamed into the marketplace in order to meet Denise and take advantage of her opportunity.
I parked my car in a vacant spot on the ground floor parking lot, not realizing that I had done so in an area with little or no lighting. I got out of the car and headed for the store. For several minutes I stood at the door assuming Denise was still there; but soon afterward I decided to go inside and walk down the corridors.
Near the bakery sector, where there's a huge entrance with doors that go back and forth like this, I saw Denise. She was sitting at one of the coffee tables in the Bakery enjoying an espresso with cheese bread on it.
I ordered a coffee to accompany her, and once again we engaged in an animated conversation about marriage, children, life...and sex! Denise interrupted the course of our discussion by praising my tattoos and saying that they made me look more "heavy metal" but without losing the cheerfulness I showed.
-I want to kiss you <unk> I said burning clothes <unk> You turn me on!
She exulted as one of her hands strode across my thigh until it reached the groin, where the roll was already in place.
I mentioned bringing my lips closer to hers, but Denise gently backed away while smiling in disguise.
- Not here! <unk> she said in a confident tone <unk> Are you driving?
- Yes, I have answered.
- Then let's go there <unk> she said firmly <unk> I can't take it anymore!
Immediately, I paid the bill and we headed to my car. As soon as we entered and closed the doors, Denise grabbed me and kissed us full of excitement. Denise was wearing jeans and a regatta T-shirt, and I had noticed that underneath her shirt everything was free, light and loose! While we were kissing each other, I touched her breasts feeling their shape and holding her nipples between our fingers. She broke away from the kiss to groan and look at me.
"You know what?" she said, her voice panting. "I haven't had a good climb in ages!
Denise said this as her hand slipped into my pants, grabbing the hard roll and massaging it vigorously. Without ceremony, Denise pulled out the roller and began to punch me forcefully while we resumed our sequence of warm wet kisses. I seized an opportunity and tucked my hand underneath her T-shirt playing with her tough nipples.
I felt my skin all tingly as Denise asked me to lift up my shirt because she also wanted to play with my nipples. I obeyed and was assaulted by her mouth sucking painfully at my breasts and making me groan in the heat.
Shortly afterwards, without realizing where we were, she lowered her head and I felt her tongue licking at the glans for soon to come out of it entirely. I was in a state between excited and frightened since our little mischief had not been done on such an advisable spot, fearing that sooner or later we would be caught up in our general capture.
-Oh, delight! <unk> she groaned as she raised her face to look at me without however interrupting the handkerchief
Denise said this and lowered her head again, leaving the glans between her lips as if she were chewing it. Unable to resist I laughed! It was an intense laugh with strong jets that threw the cock into Denise's mouth which, like he had promised, swallowed everything without letting a single drop slip out.
Then she reached for my mouth, saying that I needed to feel my own taste. We kissed and I thought it was all over. Naivety of mine. Without fear, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper revealing she had no panties on. She left her trousers parked a little below the knees and looked at me with a languid look.
-Come, my love! <unk> she said in a hushed voice <unk> Suck my little mouthful, suck ..., I'm needing ... very much!
Despite the difficulties of space and situation, I fell flat on my face into Denise's mealy little sketch; with devotion I sucked and licked it while gently nibbling at her clitoris that looked like a miniature chicken.
Frightened, we tried to pull ourselves together as best we could and soon noticed a couple approaching the car that was two lanes away from mine. We stood still in amazement wondering if they had figured out what we were doing inside (although it wasn't hard to conclude because of the blurred windows!).
As soon as they left, Denise looked at me and I at her; we breathed a sigh of relief and laughed about this unusual situation.
- I want a present <unk> she said to me <unk> You can't just keep it!
-What gift do you want?
-I want to fuck you! <unk> she replied with a sigh <unk> I want your roll fucking me tasty!
- When and where?
"Now!" she replied emphatically.
I replied with a huge smile on my face.
"My car is here", she continued, handing me a piece of paper.
Before she got out of the car, I grabbed her arm and stole another kiss while groping her breasts over my shirt.
"Don't be late!" she said after we kissed.
Denise closed her pants as fast as she could and left, walking towards her car. I stood there waiting for her to come out of the parking lot in order to count down the time to follow her. I opened up that little piece of paper and read the address. It was nearby and after smoking a cigarette calmly, I started my car and walked toward the indicated place ..., Denise's house.
(End of the first part...)