It began at the grocery

Shopping at the grocery.

In the aisle of canned veggies.

She was too short to reach,
Standing on her toes,
Nicely shaped legs,
Butt just so.

I offered to reach,
The beans for her.

She said,
“Thanks”.

Two aisles later,
Boxes of cereal.

Again,
Straining up,
On her toes,
Curved calfs,
Hem above mid-thigh,
Blouse pulling loose,
At her waist.

I reached for the box,
Handed it to her,
She smiled,
And said,
“Thank you”.

Now in the pharmacy aisle,
She on the toes,
Of her right foot,
Stretching her left hand up,
Bouncing a little,
Breasts bobbing,
Cleavage opening.

I stepped up,
Reached over her,
Took the box,
Placed it in her hands.

She turned,
Her eyes met mine,
Almost twinkling,
Mouth smiling,
“We should stop meeting like this”.

I replied,
“If we were dating,
This would be the third”.

She blushed.

I grinned,
Stupidly.

Moved my eyes from hers,
Embarrassed.

To the shelf behind her.

She turned,
Followed my eyes,
Laughed,
Blushed,
Lipstick,
Red.

I focused,
Saw,
Condoms,
Filled the shelf,
Several shelves.

I was redder,
Than she.

Speechless.

She glanced down,
“Looks like,
You are ready for one”.

She looked back,
At the shelf,
“I prefer,
Ribbed,
Lubricated.
Grab a box,
I live,
Really close”.

I did.

And she did.

I turned around,
After closing her door,
Her blouse and bra,
Were already off,
She was stepping,
Out of her skirt,
Pink bikini,
Showing a spot,
Of wet.

Pulled my shirt,
Over my head.

Not able to see,
For a moment.

Felt her hands,
On my belt,
Pulling my zipper down,
Pushing my pants,
Past my knees.

By the time,
My shirt cleared my head,
She was stroking me.

Her words were,
“Hand me the box,
I’ve want to get you,
Sheathed”.

In seconds,
She had me ready,
And was using her mouth.

My hands were twisted,
In her hair,
Guiding her head,
As she moved me,
In and out of her mouth.

I pulled myself,
Out of her mouth,
Raised her mouth to mine,
My tongue met hers.

Her hand still held,
Stroked,
My cock.

As I lifted her,
Our mouths locked,
I felt her legs,
Slide up mine.

She began stroking,
Her pussy,
With the tip,
Of my cock.

As the tip of my cock,
Parted the lips,
Of her cunt,
I felt the nails,
Of her left hand,
Dig into my right,
Butt cheek.

That moment of pain,
Caused me to drive,
My cock,
Into her cunt,
With such force,
That I felt,
Rather than heard,
Her grunt,
Of appreciation,
Coming from,
Deep within her.

My body had hers,
Pinned,
Against the wall,
Her nails,
Now raked my back.

My cock,
Driving in and out,
Of her cunt.

Her breathing deepened,
Her voice,
Growling,
“Harder,
Damn you,
Harder,
Pound me,
Hammer me,
Bruise me,
Mark me as yours”.

Without hesitation,
With considerable enthusiasm,
And growing enjoyment,
I did as she asked.

My cock driving,
Into her cunt,
Pounding her,
Against the wall.

Watching her breasts,
Bounce up and down,
With each hammer,
Of my cock,
Into her cunt.

Catching first one nipple,
Then the other,
Between my teeth.

Her quick gasps of pain,
Of arousing excitement.

Sucking the swollen flesh,
Around the nipple,
Marking them with bruises,
Doubling that with,
Teeth,
Bite,
Marks.

She groaned for me,
To drive deeper,
To drive harder,
Into her.

I pulled her from against the wall,
Bent her over the edge of the table,
And,
As she had ask,
Drove deeper,
Harder.

My hands gripping,
Squeezing,
Kneading her ass,
Leaving handprint bruises,
Caressing up her sides,
Grasping her breasts,
Using them as handles,
To allow me,
To thrust,
To grind,
My cock,
Into her cunt.

Moving my hands,
Twisting my fingers,
In her hair,
Leveraging,
My ability,
To ram,
To mash,
My cock,
Into her cunt.

With an exhale of,
“Yes”,
She convulsed,
Flooded out,
Of her cunt,
Around my cock,
Puddling,
On the table.

I grunted,
With my own release,
My cum,
From a very badly torn,
Condom,
Added to the puddle,
On the table,
Now dripping,
Onto the floor.

I held her pinned,
Against the table,
Both of us panting.

I moved,
In and out of her,
In spent joy.

Finally allowing,
Her to stand.

I leaned forward,
Kissed,
Her mouth,
Her breasts,
While my finger,
Enter her cunt,
Flicked her clit,
And trailed,
Her,
And my,
Cum,
Up to her navel.

She would have bruises,
Handprints on her ass,
Welts on her upper tights,
From my pounding,
Into her from behind,
Beating the front,
Of her legs against the table.

She would have,
Teeth marks,
Kissing bruises,
On her breasts,
Marking her,
Reminding her,
Of me.

I would have my own marks,
Bloody streaks on my back,
And nail mark bruises,
On my butt cheek,
Reminding me,
Of her.