Mrs. Brooks allowed their lips to linger together for a few fleeting moments longer. It was as if time had slowed down, and they were suspended in a bubble of their own, where the people of the store ceased to exist. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, the scent of him, all of it seemed to intoxicate her. She savoured the taste of the kiss and the cream, feeling it linger on her lips, a sweet reminder of the scandalous moment they had just shared. The cream transfer for her own lips that now adorned his young lips. Although she broke the kiss, she stayed in their embrace a split second longer.
As she took a step back, her heel clicking softly against the cold, hard floor, she found herself overcome by an inexplicable longing. Longing for his touch, the feeling of him squeezing her ass in the middle of the isle.
"Come on, Jamie," she whispered, pulling him along by the arm. "We'd better hurry up and finish shopping." Anne felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she moved him along, thinking about who might have seen her actions with the boy.
She knew that this impromptu rendezvous was dangerous, but its forbidden nature only served to heighten her arousal.
"I have a better idea," Jamie said, as he took a moment to wipe the cream from his lips. He then picked up the cream from the shelf, holding it in his hand, contemplating. "How about you keep this on your face and chin while you finish shopping?" he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'm going to be ballsy and wait in your car; just remember how ballsy it is to let everyone see the cream on your pretty face as you finish the shopping and check out."
Jamie's words hung in the air, the implications clear. He then proceeded to pour an ample amount of the cream carefully into her now-waiting mouth. He watched as she opened her mouth wider, the cream slowly dribbling down her chin and onto her blouse. He smiled, satisfied with his plan.
"Remember, the more people see you like this, the better," he said as he smeared a little more onto her cheeks with his hand before holding out his hand with his palm up.
Anne dropped the keys into his hand, and he turned and walked towards the door. "I'll see you when you get back to the car," he called out, disappearing from sight.
As she stood there, the cream now covering her face and chin, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was embarrassed but also so turned on. She knew that he was right; the more people who saw her like this, the more it would excite her. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and resumed shopping with a sway to her hips.
She couldn't believe what she was doing in the supermarket. The supermarket she used almost daily, sometimes with her children, even sometimes with her wonderful husband.
As Jamie made his way through the store, he moved with a purposeful stride, seemingly unbothered by anything really. His eyes were focused straight ahead, and his movements were smooth and fluid. It was as if he were gliding towards Mrs Brooks SUV. The cashiers watched him until he disappeared from view. An unanticipated thrill ran up his back as he noticed her stare, and the monitor she had obviously seen him making out with the beautiful Mrs Brooks.
Mrs. Brooks mind whirled at Jamie's commanding instructions washed over her. She felt an odd sense of eagerness bubbling up, a desire to fulfil his request now she was away from him, to exhibit her cream-coated face to the store.
With a shiver of delight, she moved through the store, leaving behind a trail of lipsmacking whispers and scandalous gasps. The mere thought of it sent waves of exhilaration coursing through her veins.
Her breath quickened, and a grin danced on her lips. She felt some of the cream that had dropped onto her blouse seep through, relishing the feeling.
With each step, an overwhelming sense of confidence and allure filled her being. The whispers and hushed laughter of those around her reached her ears and triggered juices in her pussy.
She strolled to the checkout, her eyes meeting strangers' gazes with unyielding confidence. As she stood in line, her pussy was screaming for attention.
She desperately wanted Jamie to fuck her right here in the parking lot. The thought of being bent over the hood of her car, taken roughly by the young neighbour, excited her beyond measure. The mere notion of their illicit encounter being, even in the slightest bit, discovered filled her with desire, igniting a fire deep down inside.
As she waited at the checkout, her heart pounding loudly in her chest, she noticed the teller staring at her as she served the person in front. Her gaze was fixed on her face, eyes wide and curious. The clerk was a petite woman, early twenties, with long dark hair tied in a ponytail and delicate features.
Her brown eyes darted nervously between Anne and the register when it was Anne's turn to be served. She looked
uncertain whether it was appropriate to acknowledge her situation directly. Her fingers fluttered restlessly over the keypad.
"Hey!" she finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly from nerves. "Is everything okay?"
Anne shot her a conspiratorial grin, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm doing just fine. Great in fact." She declared nonchalantly, her tone dripping with suggestiveness and her mouth coated with cream still as she speedily dropped items into the bags.
"I just had to be naughty and get some early dessert, that's all." Anne smiled a cream-covered smile to the cashier.
"O-okay. Um, so, is that... is that everything?" the woman stammered.
"Yip," Anne paid the bill and left. She was in quite the hurry to get back to the car and to Jamie.
As Anne emerged triumphantly from the store, her footsteps echoed with an alluring charm that seemed to envelop everything around her. Her manor possessed a gracefulness as she briskly strode towards her vehicle, exhibiting a newfound self-assurance. Each step, she carried herself with poise and elegance, conveying a sense of accomplishment that radiated outwards.
Upon reaching her car, she effortlessly slipped inside, proud at her adventure. The sensation of satisfaction coursed through her body like a gentle current, leaving traces of contentment on her visage. When she had settled comfortably behind the wheel, Anne breathed in deep, savouring the thrill of Jamie's instructions.
"You enjoyed that, Anne!" Jamie said.
Anne nodded. "It's been so fun, but I guess I should really get you home. already took up too much of your time, Jamie," Anne said as she fought against being inappropriate with the young man any more than she had been; her pussy was screaming in protest though.
"Well, it certainly would be ballsy of me to suggest we do something right with her in this car," Jamie said as he slid his hands onto her thighs, his touch sending a shiver over her, so much so that she felt her toes curl in her sandals.
"No, I'm not so..." Anne began to tremble with anticipation, her breath hitting in her throat. The prospect of performing such an intimate act in public despite the risk was incredibly enticing. She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself.
"Come on, it would be Ballsy," Jamie said, cutting off her pitiful protest as his hand went between her legs.
She could feel the heat from his hand through her jeans, her pussy sending a signal to some part of her brain that it was stepping in and taking over. Her body responded instinctively, reacting to this newfound stimulus. It seemed like a primal force had taken control of her, urging her onwards.
Anne, with a desperate urgency in her eyes, leaned in close to him. Her lips met his in a tender, yet passionate kiss. The moment the kiss ended, she spoke to him with a firmness that left no room for misinterpretation. "Get your ass in the back seat, mister," she said, her voice low and commanding. "I want to ride you."
Jamie, with a smirk playing on his lips, broke the silence. "Well, I suppose I could help you out. But there's a condition."
"And what might that be?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his hesitance.
"Simple," Jamie replied, his voice dripping with a hint of mischief. "You can ride my cock, but only if we can grab a coffee after."
"Of course..." she began.
"AND, you are going to order at the drive-through while you're wearing my... CUM all over your pretty face. That would be so Ballsy."
In an instant, Anne was answering him. "If you want me to order you a coffee with your cum all over my face, you're going
to have to do something for me first," she said, as she reached between his legs, groping his hard cock. "Get in the back."
Jamie, with a sense of urgency, moved towards the rear seats, navigating the labyrinth of the car's spacious interior. His movements were hurried, as if he were being chased by an unseen enemy. As he climbed over the centre console, he felt a sense of excitement, knowing that he was about to get what he wanted. Anne watched his skinny ass slip through the seat when he was sitting and looking back at her; she athletically squeezed her curves though to join him in the privacy of the rear of the car and the partial tint offering seclusion on the windows.