Supermarket Sex by Jessica Knight

If you’re single and horny, the best place to find a partner is in a supermarket. Most of us would wait ‘til we got home to try out our new purchases but sometimes you just have to have it straight away. Whatever your favourite dish, it seems everyone likes a bit of Italian.

I have a friend who loves doing it in public. The thrill of being caught really gets her off and she’s always trying to persuade her lovers to shag her in the park or in a pub but so far none of them have been up for it. She was coming round for lunch and would no doubt tell me about her failed attempts to bonk her new lover alfresco.

I hate food shopping, I find it incredibly boring and every time I go in any supermarket its always packed and I end up getting trolley rage. Usually I order my groceries on-line and some nice chap hauls it up all those stairs and dumps it in my kitchen for me. But my computer had died and I was forced to visit the supermarket on the high street. I decided to go at about midnight having first eaten a pizza and drunk nearly a whole bottle of red wine, thinking that was the best way to make the experience more bearable.

In I marched with my shopping list in one hand and my basket in the other and was amazed to see that the place was virtually empty. I wondered round the aisles, picking up bits ‘n’ pieces and squeezing the veg. I got to the refrigerated section and looked for mascarpone cheese. I couldn’t see it anywhere, so asked one of the shelf stackers where it was. He headed off to try and source some. He was very cute, a lot younger than me, probably a student and had given me a very cheeky wink. I couldn’t believe I was getting aroused in a supermarket, must be all that wine I’d drunk. Back he came with a small tub and a gorgeous smile. “What you going to do with it”, he asked. An image of me smearing it all over his cock flashed through my mind. “Mix it with some salmon and pasta and bake the lot”. I replied.

“Oh really, I thought it was only used in sweet pudding stuff”.

“No, I think the Italians use it in everything”. He smiled again and I wanted to kiss him. “Thanks very much”, I said waving my tub of cheese. I was feeling so horny, I wondered if it was possible to hide somewhere and have a good frig.

I had finished my shopping but didn’t want to go to the checkout; I had to have another look at Mr. Mascarpone. I wondered back to the aisle and was pleased to see he was still there. Being horny and slightly tipsy is a deadly combination and I ended up blurting something incomprehensible to the back of his head. He swung round and looked very puzzled. “What I’m trying to say is I think you’re a very attractive man and…” I couldn’t finish my sentence as he was smiling again and my mind had begun to melt.

“And what?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“And do you fancy a fuck”. What had I said, I couldn’t believe those words had come out of my mouth, surely he was going to tell me to piss off.
There was a pause and then he smiled. “Well that’s the most direct request I’ve had for sexual intercourse in a while. I don’t finish ‘til four, can you wait that long?”

“Wait, oh, well, do I have to, can’t we do it here somewhere?” The words coming out of my mouth seemed totally unconnected to my brain. I was embarrassed at hearing them.

“As you obviously find me irresistible,” he said laughing “I had better agree to your demands or you’re not going to be a satisfied customer and I like to satisfy all my shoppers” and he winked.

He gestured for me to follow him and I did, in disbelief that I had just asked a complete stranger for sex and he had agreed. We ended up at the pharmacy section, which luckily for us was closed. We got behind the counter and got down to it. “Where do you want me,” he asked, after we had been kissing, our hands running all over each other.

“I want you on the floor, with those trousers round your ankles and your cock hard because I’m gonna ride you”. That dirty big grin appeared on his face again and he quickly obeyed my orders and lay down between the rows of pots, pills and potions. I ripped my boots and jeans off and wriggled my arse above his face, grinding and pumping my hips while rubbing my pussy. As I continued with my teasing show, he was wanking and feeling his balls, his cock getting bigger with every stroke.

Seeing that huge cock made me want to get it in my mouth, so that’s exactly what I did. Still with my butt in his face, I bent down and licked his end, tasting salty juices. I got my lips round his cock and slowly inched down, gobberling up more and more and then taking it in my hand, started to wank it into my mouth. I was pleased to hear the groans of pleasure behind me and quickened my movements of hand and mouth, just as he pulled my g-string to one side and stuffed his tongue into my cunt. I love 69s, they’re so dirty. I still wanted some dick and knew if we carried on much longer I’d end up with spunk on my face and not up my pussy. So I gently pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up, turned round and winked at him. He sat up and moved over to lean against one of the cupboards and took his cock in his hand as if to say, come on then, fuck me.

I lowered my self down onto my knees and felt his fat swollen head parting my pussy lips. I didn’t go down much further, I tighten my pussy lips round his end and gently fucked it. He grabbed my hips and told me to take it all and I did just that as he slammed his dick hard into me, ‘til he was up to his nuts in hot pussy. I closed my eyes and rode his cock, getting into a dirty fucking rhythm with his hands grabbing my arse, trying to push himself even deeper into me. I knew that I was close to coming, so pinched my clit a few times and felt my body quiver and that wonderful sensation build in my cunt. I rode him harder and felt my pussy muscles tighten round his prick as wave after wave of ecstasy flew through my body. “I want to come in your mouth,” he said and I slid my throbbing cunt off his dick and took it all in my mouth. The taste of pussy juice, saliva and cum was really turning me on and I gave the best deep throat action ever. Soon enough, his cock pulsated and warm spunk filled my mouth. We dressed quickly and quietly and made our way back to the cheese aisle. I thanked him for his help and he just smiled and politely told me it was all part of the service. I paid for my food and walked home, wondering if I should stop ordering my groceries online.

The next day my friend came round for lunch and I told her all about my encounter with Mr. Mascarpone. She was very jealous, as I had never really been up for public shagging, yet was the one doing it. I described the guy to her and told her to get herself down to that supermarket and see if she could get laid too. About two weeks later, she called me and declared that her and Mr. Mascarpone had indeed fucked in that store but also at a bus stop, on a train and in her office, on the boardroom table.

That had to be the strangest bit of match making I have every done but at least my friend’s happy.