Shopping Surprise

(Or how I found a fat redhead delicious and exciting!) I was in the supermarket where I usually do my shopping, amused by the quality of the fruit and vegetables, when my wife asked me to look for one of the boys in charge of the stock and ask him about the quality of the lettuce, a task which I immediately embraced, since I could move with some freedom through the huge store looking at products and "other things more pleasing to the eye". As soon as I had finished my short conversation with one of the storekeepers, I turned back toward the spot where I had left my wife and her shopping cart, and, what was not my great surprise, I came across a delightful female figure picking tomatoes. She was a delightful chubby-breasted, tight-fitting figure under a generously tailored blue tie wearing tiny jeans shorts that revealed firm thighs and curls. The face was something to be emphasized, with dark eyes and a thin nose adorned by a small mouth and fine, inviting lips, all framed by long red hair (I love that shade!) that gave her a breeze of cheerfulness and unpleasantness making her a more attractive woman than she seemed to want to show. I was immediately swept away by this delightful and somewhat provocative figure, thinking that even though I was accompanied by the "boss", I needed to figure out a way to talk to this woman, if only to tell her how beautiful and provocative she was. I walked past her threatening to brush her spectacular body, and I could sense the aroma and the sweetness of the perfume she was wearing, and that made me even more excited about the possibilities that were opening up. I took a deep breath and thought that I could not falter in my actions, since the slightest slip could cost everything, especially since it was a place that I usually frequented in the company of my wife, who also could not perceive anything in my actions that could denounce the intentions that my mind was architecting. I looked for my wife while pondering with myself the possibilities that were available: the first <unk> I imagined <unk> would be to get the phone of that hot one so that we could talk at another more opportune occasion; however, I thought, maybe she did not want (or could not) give me her mobile number, ... besides, how to do it without attracting the attention of my companion? While accompanying Amelia through the corridors of the market, I kept thinking about possible strategies: I could give her my mobile number so that she would call me (if she wanted to, ... or if she could!), ... but this idea was immediately abandoned because in addition to not having paper and a pen, I would not know how to do it without "scaring the hare" (!). My mind was bubbling with miraculous plans and absurd ideas when, once again, my paths crossed with the blush of a redhead, ... and that blush! Delicious, tempting as a forbidden fruit that is always sweeter and tastier! Discreetly, I followed her with eyes feeling that she also had a desire to look at me, but avoided the possible undesirable consequences. Shortly afterwards <unk> once again <unk> our paths were confronted, only this time I could clearly perceive that she tried to look at me, and when we were back to back, I took advantage of my wife's distraction with some cleaning items, to turn my gaze to the redhead realizing that she had done the same. In the end, we both became clumsy and each took his own way. I hadn't given up, ... I couldn't miss this opportunity! It would be like surrendering before the battle had begun! I had to find a solution to meet again with this exciting woman and whose body promised an immensity of pleasure. I continued with the usual routine, following my wife and buying those items that I always charged myself to do. Everything was half warm, ... without grace, ... my mind kept bothering me with what needed to be done so that this wouldn't become a missed opportunity and later regretted. At that very moment, my wife told me that I had to go to the spice aisle because she had received some stupid email from some stupid SAC who had responded about some stupid product as well. And although the idea <unk> in principle <unk> did not please me at all, my mind lit a red light operating a ploy that might work right away. I agreed with Amelia and then told her that I had also forgotten something and that while she was looking for her product I would do the same in another aisle, returning there to find her as soon as possible. With my wife's dismissive consent, I turned the shopping cart around and walked out of the hall as discreetly as possible, without flaunting my true intentions. I carefully walked corridor after corridor in search of the redhead, and after circling almost everywhere possible, I concluded that perhaps my search had become fruitless, since the object of my desire might have gone away. I slowed down on my journey, already feeling the bitter taste of defeat flooding my mouth and thinking that in the end I would be left to punch a fist thinking about those voluptuous and obscenely provocative ways. However, the surprises you can have in a supermarket are not just the price of the tomato or the freshness of the lettuce, ... when I entered a corridor already returning to the point where my wife should be, I was faced with that taste. She was looking at the price of some product, but I could see that she had noticed my arrival, disguising her eventual mutual interest. Slowly and with the due care of a hunter who does not wish to frighten his prey, slowing down my stride trampling towards her without showing any more battered interest. - Look my beautiful, ... this may sound like total madness, but I found you too attractive and would like to know if we could talk more freely on another occasion? - the words came out of my mouth with a naturalness that frightened me too much, since I knew myself enough to know that this was not my usual "I" (perhaps the desperation to lose that beautiful opportunity gave me strength that I did not even think I had). She looked into my eyes and for a brief moment time seemed to freeze (as well as my blood in my veins!), and I assumed that the answer she would give would not be the most pleasant, ... I prepared myself for the worst! Although the worst would be a blatant wife in that absolutely out of control situation. She gave a slightly awkward smile and asked how we could do this. I don't know if she noticed, but my eyes lit up brightly and my heart seemed to want to jump out of my mouth. I pulled out my cell phone and asked for her number, which she gave me without hesitation. I recorded the number, but when I went to ask for her name, an alert ran through my spine, reminding me that Amelia might have left where she was coming from looking for me. I said goodbye, saying that I would call as soon as possible, and I went on a wild ride without even looking back. After shopping and during the drive home, I tried to control my instincts, avoiding any signs of being totally euphoric and wanting to laugh out loud, since the best thing to do would be not to arouse a woman's curiosity (by the way, remember that curiosity killed the cat, not the cat!). Sunday morning I went for my usual run, completely forgetting what had happened the day before, even though my subconscious acted on its own free will, forcing me to carry my cell phone -- something I never normally do. I did my circuit with all the vigor I had, and when I finally finished running, stretching and doing some muscle-preserving exercises, I sat on a garden bench near a library that was between the end of my run and the way home, sweating and hydrating myself with the help of an isotonic that I always have on hand, when my subconscious nudged me, reminding me of the redhead's phone number. I took it out and with an almost mechanical gesture I looked for the number and hit the call button. It was only at that moment that I did not know what the name of that goddess with fire-colored hair was, and once again despair struck my soul; what if she did not remember me? What if someone else answered the phone? The husband! The son! My God! What the fuck was I doing! And it was in this climate of horror movie class <unk>B<unk> that I heard a thin and soft voice answering the call. I took a few seconds to respond to the greeting coming from the other end of the line, and my voice broke out with a breath I was trying to control at all costs. I greeted her back, and then I identified myself as the guy who had approached her at the supermarket the day before, apologizing for not even knowing her name. She gave a delicious laugh and in a sapper-girl tone, and I, for my part, concluded that I had gotten lucky (at least from the voice I was hearing at the time). - My name is Denise, and you left so fast yesterday that I didn't have time to say anything, ... and your name is? - Denise's voice was something even more delicious than her; it seemed that the Creator had selected the right voice for the right body, ... even appearing to be a woman aged around thirty-five to forty years, Denise had a relatively youthful body that matched perfectly with that little girl's voice, ... I loved it right away. I was delighted, and I needed to meet that red and wrinkly delight. I told her my name, and for a few moments we talked amenities, exploring the desire that seemed to be mutually receptive. We gave a few laughs of the situation of the previous day and I did not hesitate to confess to her that I was married, but that I had been attracted to her. She gave another spontaneous laugh and returned saying that I did not even have to tell her that because she had seen me in the company of Amelia. In a very surprising and unexpected way, Denise told me that she was also interested in me and that she was looking forward to my connection. I felt rewarded and I went ahead boldly, proposing the idea of a more quiet and intimate meeting. She asked me where I worked and what my hours were, to which I replied, pointing out that my working hours in addition to elastic were also quite negotiable, without revealing to her what I really did. Denise asked me if I used to come in later on Mondays, to which I answered in the affirmative, explaining the reason for that question; she told me that on Mondays she only worked at night (I also did not ask what she did), saying that it would be an <unk>ideal<unk> day for us to meet, to which I immediately agreed. We agreed, then, to meet on Monday around nine o'clock in the morning and we agreed that I would pick her up at a Metro station. We talked a little more and I found out that Denise had noticed my interest the day before almost immediately, but that she hesitated to take any initiative that I was already accompanied. We said goodbye until the next day, without me having asked if she was married or not, but ... after all, it did not matter! The next day, as usual, I drove Amelia to college very early, because she starts classes at about eight, and I returned to the appointed point to meet with Denise. On the way I stopped and took a coffee accompanied by a happiness pill (commonly known as CIALIS) and it did not take long to arrive at the appointed place where I called her mobile number. And as soon as she answered me, she told me my location and she replied that she had already seen and that she was going my way. When I noticed Denise's approach I could see that she was much more attractive than I had supposed; she was wearing a black dress with white collars, very fair and with a more provocative neckline than the one she had given me the day before in the supermarket and whose length was enough to provoke miraculous ideas in any male on duty. She walked with a certain resourcefulness, demonstrating that she was a woman of her own nose and well resolved with herself. She was a kind of woman that I adored, and for that very reason, I was appreciating that divine image coming towards me. As soon as she arrived, Denise gave me a hug and a kiss on the mouth, banishing any notion that she could be a hesitant or shy woman, something I found simply fantastic! We continued to embrace and look at each other while I could feel that deliciously rolling, warm, and provocative body that seemed destined to drive men to the brink of madness. A few moments later, Denise looked at my arms and legs and exulted at my tattoos, saying that she was crazy to get one, but had never had the courage, ... I immediately offered to help her with whatever it took to make her wish come true, and as a result, I invited her into my car. I set the vehicle in motion at the same time that Denise asked me where we were going with a look that was a mixture of curiosity and horny. I smiled at her, answering that I was thinking of a place where we could be more comfortable and intimate. She smiled and said with a wistful look that we should, then, go to a motel! I immediately agreed and walked in the direction of one I knew who was not far from there. On the way we were talking about timeless matters, when I found myself asking her what she was working on. Denise answered me by saying that she was a lawyer and that she was currently providing services for an office that was in the area of Avenida Paulista. Curiously, she did not want to know what I was doing, and I just respected that lack of interest on her part. We walked into the motel, after picking out a suite and handing over our IDs, and on the way to our reservation, I felt Denise's hand land on my right leg and slide towards my pocket that had been pulsating for some time. She touched it gently trying to feel its dimensions, as if she wanted to know what was waiting for her. I looked at her and saw that typical look of a female in heat, realizing that the dress had risen well above the knees when she sat down, at the same time as I also realized that she had enhanced the waistline, letting me see a good sample of those big, deliciously attractive breasts. I parked the car in the garage, and I jumped out of it, reaching for the push-button on the automatic door, and as she was coming down, I turned the car around, opening the door for Denise to come down, and I was immediately startled by her hands stroking the volume on my bermuda, which, without my being able to react, caused that piece of clothing to come down and the roller to come out for her, hard, erect, and pulsating, and Denise took it in her hands and started a nice, discreet punch, as she stroked the balls, squeezing them again, making me groan with excitement. I wasted no time in reacting and grabbed her by the shoulders, causing her to get out of the car, pulled the dress over the top, releasing that pair of delights that were not protected by a bra, exposing myself to my delusional male frenzy that was immediately unleashed by me, sucking and licking her large, stuffy nipples, crowned by lighter-toned haloes that became brighter as my tongue moved around her. Denise wouldn't let go of the dick, continuing that prank of provoking her as much as she could and feeling her full extent and volume. As I held her by the waist, I lowered my hand and lifted the dress, noting that my partner was not wearing any intimate piece, allowing me to feel a delicate vagina and already quite moist with erection. My fingers played with the big lips, but I was not long in exploring it deeper, feeling the swollen clitoris that could be squeezed given its significant volume. I squeezed that little member making Denise groan loudly while her mouth searched for mine. We kissed for a long time right there in the suite garage, not caring about the place or the inconvenience of being almost completely naked before we even got to bed. Denise was everything I had imagined: docile, sensual, bold and possessed of a stunning body (especially to me who loves a chubby one with attitude!). Everything indicated that it was going to be another glorious morning! Suddenly, Denise made me stop what she was doing and looked at me with a pleading look saying that she wanted something special, something that no man had ever dared with her and that had become her obscure object of repressed desire. - I wanted, I really wanted you to fuck me from behind, - Denise's voice seemed to fade as she confessed the inexplicable, and I felt rewarded! I had never heard a request like that, and I could never imagine that surprise at the supermarket was something so deliciously obscene and provocative. I looked at her and smiled, as my hand moved away from her vagina and towards her buttocks, squeezing them vigorously and pulling her even closer to me. Denise smiled a sapper smile and squeezed my dick, signalling that everything was done for the delirium of both of us. We entered the room clinging to each other; Denise wouldn't let go of the roll, and I, in turn, wouldn't take my hand off her ass. As soon as we entered she threw off her dress displaying those exuberant shapes covered by a soft white skin, while I was swept away by that unforgettable image, not daring to do anything, motionless and dazed. Denise approached me and picked up the roll again playing with it and making it harder and more erect than it already was. She knelt in front of me and without any fear stuck the mast into her mouth sucking and sucking like a gluttonous girl waiting to taste a strong, hard prick. I stroked his reddish hair that was silky and very soft pushing his head and forcing his mouth to swallow almost the entirety of my roll, causing me an indescribable sensation that made my head spin and my eyes half-close, in complete ecstasy at the experience I was being subjected to. However, Denise's request was in my mind and that's why I thought it best not to disappoint her, because it was a desire that deserved to be satisfied with all the mastery I could. I took her by the shoulders and as soon as I lifted her from the cold floor I threw her on the bed with her back to me, displaying that splendid and well-groomed ass. Denise got up and stood on all fours on the sheets, arching her hips and rocking her buttocks calling my stick to her. I looked at that vision of paradise and for a few moments, I wished that time would stop and that we would never leave it, ... I wanted to keep that in my memory forever, as a unique and special trophy, ... only for my eyes and my mind. And then, there was a moment when Denise looked back and stared me in the eye, saying that the moment of glimpse was over and that she wanted my cock inside her as quickly as possible. I approached the bed and grabbed her by the hips causing her to pull back even further to the edge, stopping as soon as I felt the gland rock the untouched little hole that was about to be deflowered. I squeezed the soft flesh from Denise's hips and prepared myself for action. But before I started the penetration, she asked me for a moment and after wetting her fingers she caressed the area making it puddingily moist and ready for whatever happened. Denise's words were an appeal and, at the same time, a plea that worked wonders in my organism and in my psyche, I was literally taken by that one moment and without hesitation I pulled that ass towards me, causing my gland to project into my partner's virgin ass. Denise groaned loudly, more like a restrained scream and I restrained my advance, fearing that the pain caused would end our initial joy. I stroked her buttocks and bent down to continue caressing her back, ending up with her breasts in my hands, feeling her nipples even more numbed than before. And more than suddenly, Denise pushed her body back, signaling that I should continue with my "invasion", to which I retaliated immediately, holding her again by the hips and burying my roll in the forbidden hole. She moaned even more; and moaned so much that she almost shouted, but did not hesitate to urge me to persist in my anal adventure. I pushed my mast even more vigorously until I felt that my balls were brushing the gap between my buttocks. I had succeeded! I had deflowered that intact ass, which from now on was only and exclusively mine! I had made Denise my submissive by anal voracity and it was something to be celebrated (forever!). But Denise did not give me any truce and immediately began to move in a mad back and forth provoking me to finish what I had started. I held her tightly by the hips and made it clear who was in charge of the situation; I was the male, the owner of that ass and the owner of that delicious and exuberant woman, ... I began to stock that hole without any mercy, pulling out and sticking my stick to its full extent, provoking lustful moans and crazy screams of pain and pleasure. Denise was a female at the mercy of my roll, she was subjected to that pulsating piece of flesh that came and went from inside out of her anus, causing her spasms of desire and sighs of pleasure, and who bravely resisted the pain that was going, being slowly buried by the enormous pleasure that caused me to sting her ass! Every moment I intensified my movements even more, provoking that woman and realizing that the pain had completely disappeared being immediately replaced by the erection and the explosion of pleasure. And the moment came when she shouted that she was having an orgasm, ... that she was enjoying while being penetrated by the ass! Denise felt exultant and again and again looked at me smiling a smile of pleasure and the desire to want even more. Denise mocked me again, asking me not to stop, ... she wanted more, ... she wanted my roll in her ass for as long as possible (or even if it wasn't!), demanding that I penetrate her more vigorously, more intensely, without worrying about her butt that at that time should be burning from so much forced penetration. Denise laughed again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again Time and space became fluid, and I lost count of how many orgasms I'd delivered to my partner, our bodies sweating profusely, my feet sliding on the cold floor of that motel room while I still searched for the strength to continue to stock up on that phenomenal ass, and Denise, meanwhile, bouncing around in submission to my still-hard-as-rock cock, now pushing her body against mine, now passively waiting for my deepest, most intense penetrations. Until, ... there was a moment when I felt a chill running down my spine signalling that my roll wouldn't last much longer; I announced to my companion that I was about to mock, and she asked me where I wanted to do it, whether inside or outside of her. Unfortunately, there was no time for answers. With one hand I squeezed her butt making her stop moving back and forth, while with the other I pulled my cock out from inside that defeated and humiliated ass, finishing what should have happened with a good, hot punch. I screamed as the first jets were thrown away, hitting Denise's buttocks and back. It was a breaking ejaculation that seemed to have no end, throwing it all the way to the sides. When I finally finished, I felt my legs panting and my knees forcefully flexing, a clear sign that I was completely exhausted from the effort I had put myself through, demanding that I give in on the bed before kissing the floor. Denise thwarted my intention by asking me to take her cell phone out of her bag and photograph that moment. She later told me that she wanted to keep a memory of that experience, which she said had been one of the best of her life (something that still flatters me when I look back on that day). I took the pictures she had asked for, including one of us embracing, naked as we were and smiling down the unforgettable climb. We lay in bed, embraced and fell asleep soundly. We slept only for a few minutes (half an hour, maybe), and when I finally opened my eyes I saw myself embraced by that delightful, rolling woman whose shapes were worthy of a sculpture. I thought how much I had taken the big chance and laughed to myself at the experience that had occurred the other day in the supermarket, imagining that if I told anyone, probably no one would believe that I had caught a hot one in a supermarket, ... and on top of that accompanied by the wife who did not realize anything! Minutes later, Denise woke up and looked at me with a sweet smile on her lips. She kissed me affectionately and stroked my chest enjoying my tattoos, repeating how much she wanted to get one. We talked about it and I told her that, just as she wanted to lose her anal virginity, she should do the same with the tattoo. She laughed at me and said that the day she had the courage to look for me to go with her, ... I told her that it would be an honor and a pleasure. Some time later, we decided it was time to leave, and when I asked her if she wanted to take a shower, she looked at me in amazement, saying that she didn't want to lose my "smell" and that if all went well, she would work that way. I smiled at her, thanking her for her deference, and feeling, once again, honored by the experience Denise had given me. At the subway station, we said goodbye and I couldn't resist the urge to ask her if we would meet again. Denise opened the car door and then approached me kissing me sweetly and passionately. Then she smiled and replied that, even though she felt her ass burning like never before, the experience she had shared with me was worth repeating, and that when I least expected it, she would call me so that we could "play in the back entrance". I watched as that delicious redhead rushed toward the entrance of the station, and appreciated that silhouette that rolled gracefully, reminding me that under that dress there was only a burning ass!