It's been a long day at work and I've got to run into the grocery store to pick up something,  before walking a few doors down to the restaurant for dinner.

I'm dressed in my favorite pair of jeans that are comfy and make my ass look great. Some tennis shoes and a nice but not very sexy top complete my work outfit.

As I'm driving, I'm thinking of all the stuff I need to get done. But I'm also slightly on edge and feeling sexy even though a glance in the mirror shows just me.

Dark brown eyes, a cutish face, and the start of a few lines.

"Ah well, past forty now," I shrug to myself.

I fluff my hair, it still looks good because I had time to flat iron it that morning.

Parking the car, I step out into the twilight evening and begin walking towards the door. I see a guy sitting on the grocery store bench. He is tapping away at what looks to be a game on his phone.

He's got broad shoulders, looks to be tall, and a bit older than me. Just a regular guy, but something about him interests me.

He doesn't notice me as I'm approaching. A picture of me on my knees in a bathroom stall flashes in my mind.

"No," I tell myself, "Don't be silly. You can't do that."

He looks up at that moment. My eyes meeting his... and I make a snap decision.

"Why the hell can't I?" Flashing through me.

I hold his gaze as I walk closer. My body slipping into a sexier walk. Hips rolling slightly, body moving slower. His hand lowers his phone as he takes me in. His eyes roaming over me before coming back to meet my eyes.

I smile at him and he smiles back.

I stop in front of him and say, "Hi, my name is Anne," as I reach to shake hands.

He looks a bit startled and bemused, but he stands, raises his hand, and responds with,  "Hello, I'm Charles."

Once I have his large hand in mine, I hold onto it. He gives it a bit of a tug, but I just place my other hand on top and hold it within my two hands. He starts to say something, but I jump in.

"I'm wondering if you can help me with something."

My fingers start rubbing his hand that I'm holding hostage. He nods, looking more bemused.

"See, I'd like to fulfill a fantasy of mine. And pick up a random guy and give him a blow job."

Charles's eyes widen. He has lovely grey, green ones.

"Would you be willing to help me out?"

My hands playing with the tips of his fingers, stroking them.

Charles nods and again starts to speak. My fingers come up to brush over his lips, stopping him.

"Awesome!"

I give him a brilliant smile and drop his hand, "Go into the men's room in the store and I will knock in just a moment."

Charles looks around like he expects someone to jump out and yell April Fools. He takes a few steps away then pauses, looking back at me. I make a shooing motion and he starts to walk inside quickly.

I bounce on my toes a bit trying to count slowly to 200 in my head.

"God, I'm crazy. I could back out."

But my thighs flex... and I feel the wetness.

"Fuck it, I wanna," I think and I head inside.

Luckily, I know this grocery and I head straight to the back. It's an older store and I pass through the doors to the storeroom, turning left and finding the doors to the bathrooms.

I knock quietly at the door, it opens and I walk inside. Giving Charles a huge smile as I slip past him. He really is nice and tall, I'd have to stand on my tippy toes to kiss him.

The room looks the same as the ladies' room next door, except a urinal is opposite the toilet. I hear the door lock click shut behind me. 

I turn and he is simply standing there looking at me. I drop to my knees. My hand lifting so my finger can beckon him closer.

His hand slides down to rub his crotch as he looks at me. Appreciation in his eyes. I give him a pout as he doesn't step closer. His grin widens and he finally steps in.

My hands reach to unbutton his fly and slide down his zipper. I tug at the jeans and they fall to the floor. I rub the hardness I find through the boxers. God, it feels so good in my hands.

My hands slip to the side and push down the boxers until they are resting atop the jeans. Watching as my hands run over the lovely cock in front of me. A cute pink tip and just the right size for deep throating. This is going to be fun. I wiggle my knees a bit, feeling my pussy dripping more. Fuck, I'm so turned on.

I look up to meet Charles's eyes, as I lean forward and starting at the base lick slowly, wetly up his cock. Taking my time, enjoying seeing his eyes darken as he watches me intently.

At the top, I open my mouth and place my tongue out. My hands reaching around to grasp just under his butt cheeks. Pulling him, urging him, to slide down my throat.

My eyes meet his and he steps just a tiny bit closer so the head of his cock slides in. I moan and he flexes his hips and feeds me the rest of it.

I breathe in through my nose and swallow. Watching as he closes his eyes and groans. My hands holding his hips in place, only my throat moving.

I want more. My hands urge him on and he begins moving his hips. Slowly, my tongue begins darting inside my mouth. Teasing curls and licks at his underside. I lift up a bit and tease just the head as he holds still. Bobbing on it quickly a few times so he can feel my lips pulling at his hardness.

Then suddenly swallowing all of him. His hips begin thrusting and I let him set the pace. My hands sliding down to rub my breasts through my shirt. My soft moans encouraging him to move faster.

My hands slip to rest on my thighs as they squeeze together. I want to concentrate fully on the feel of him. His large hands reach for the back of my head and gather my hair so he can grasp it firmly in one hand.

He pulls my head back and asks me, "Where do you want my cum?"

"In my mouth, please, sir," I reply.

His hand pushes me back down onto his cock.

"Good girl," I hear and it makes me wiggle.

I can feel the hardness of the tile pressing against my knees. It's not comfortable, but I'm so turned on. I want to taste his cum, to watch his face as he tips over the edge of his orgasm.

He begins pistoning in and out of my mouth, sometimes pausing deep inside to pulse. I vary the pressure of my lips. My tongue adding licks when it can. My eyes looking up at him, silently begging him to cum in my mouth.

He pumps faster. I take every stroke. His eyes begin to glaze over, he is close. I stop trying to lick and begin sucking.

He slams in hard, both of his hands coming up to grasp my head and I feel his cum begin spurting. I swallow. Tasting his saltiness slide down my throat.

His hands release me, but I take my time. Only slowly sliding his cock out of my mouth. So that I can suck every drop clean. I finally slide off with a slight pop.

I smile at him as I stand, turn to the sink, and wash my hands. When I turn back around, he is just beginning to zip his pants up. I step in, raise up on my toes and pull his head in for a kiss, knowing he can taste himself on my lips.

I edge past him and give him a smirky look, saying, "Thank you."

I walk out the door without looking back. I pay for my allergy meds and I notice I'm strutting as I walk the short distance to the restaurant.

"God, was that sexy," running through my mind.

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A bit later, I'm sitting in a booth. Tea and boyfriend in front of me as an old friend steps up to our table and says to him, "Charles, it's been ages. And Anne, how on Earth has this sly dog managed to hold onto you?"

"Well, he is kind enough to put up with my strange whims sometimes," I say as I meet Charles's eyes and we grin at each other.