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Walmart

A month ago I could not have shared my story with you, I was too reserved and, to be honest, prudish.
My name is Mia, I am a 33 year old dark skinned brunette that stands 5'2... and I weigh about 100 pounds and have been hit on enough to realize I am considered good looking. My breast are average (or else I'd weigh more) and I have been happily married for 13 years and never once known another man, until 3 weeks ago.
It happened in Walmart as I pushed my cart around the isles with my 13 year old son tagging along. We bumped, (literally) into one of his classmates and the boy's father. After chatting up for a few minutes we both went our separate ways, like I have done a thousand times, except this time my son leans over,
Mom, Mike (his friend) says you're a MILF....
I was shocked and a little unsure of what to say. I asked if he knew what a MILF was and he said, No, that Mike's dad had said it, but that he really didn't know....
Now I was blushing, but kept the meaning to myself.
Mike's dad, Jim, was older, about early 40's I'd guess, salt and pepper hair, rugged build and someone that I imagined looked good without his clothes. In fact, as I turned the isle and saw him at the other end I imagined just that.
A dirty little secret about us women is that we fantasize just as much as you guys we just don't let our sex drive control us. I idly let my mind savor the thought of Jim's hands on my body, his firm urging as he spun me around and bent me over at the waist and held my hips. In my mind he roughly unclasps my pants and pulls down my jeans and panties in one swift motion.
Even though the time and setting had not yet taken shape in my mind, I was making myself wet and snapped out of it. This was good as Jim was standing in front of my cart, waiting on me to snap back into reality. Our sons were chatting and asked us if they could hit the small game room at the front of the store. Jim and I agreed and after the boys left Jim leaned over and whispered,
There were a couple of older women in the game room, at least 14 or 15 years old.... We both snickered at the thought.
I don't know why I asked, but I did, Jim, did you know your son said you consider me a MILF?... I guess I was trying to flirt but after I said it, it seemed over the top, too much and I turned red as he studied the ceiling. After a couple of seconds that seem to last way too long, he looked me dead in the eyes and said, You are.... And smiled.
In fact, I have thought about you often, especially at those times when you know.. I am ‘taking care of myself'.... He said with using his hands to create the quotation marks in the air. He didn't seem embarrassed by the graphic nature of our conversation, so I continued the thought, Well, to be honest, I was just thinking about you in that way, moments ago....
Ahhh, the far away look in your eyes. That was me?...
Yes....
Then there was this moment when nothing was said, like something was being decided. He stepped forward and cupped my face upward toward his and kissed me as sensually as I have ever been kissed before. All I could do was place my hands on his waist and slowly pull him to me. His lips were soft but urgent and I could feel his erection growing as it pressed into me.
They have cameras,... I whispered as I broke free, meet me in the ladies room at the back of the store in 5 minutes....
I couldn't believe I had just said that and done that. Worse yet I was walking as quickly as possible to the bathroom, excited. How could I do such a thing, what would everybody think? I was in shock at my own behavior, but couldn't help myself.
I was just stepping into a stall when Jim walked in, I'm guessing he would have feigned having entered the wrong restroom if there had been any other ladies inside. Instead he saw me curl my index finger, to come here, through the open stall door. Inside he again pulled me to him and our lips met for the second time. His hard on was throbbing against his jeans as I grinded against it. I couldn't stand it anymore and pushed him away, wrestled his buckle and jeans loose and freed his penis. My eyes bulged and I must have had a stupid grin on my face as I stared at it. I moved forward slowly gripping it with both hands and sliding my mouth over the head. Jim moaned and I slowly forced my mouth down the shaft as far as I could take it. Jim's hands went to the back of my head urging me farther down. Just when I thought I would gag I backed off and then slid down again. The feel of his veins throbbing, the fullness in my mouth and the absolute horror of doing something I had never done before (to another man and rarely to my husband) and shouldn't be doing now, made the entire episode unreal. It also made me dripping wet.
Jim was thrusting his hips forward to meet my mouth. I stopped and looked up at him, I want you to Fuck me in this bathroom stall right now.... With that said, Jim lifted me up and placed his hands both my breast, flicking my hard nipples with just the right pressure. His hands were firm and urgent and he spun me around and guided my hands to the wall, bending me at my waist. I looked back at him as he undid my jeans and slid them down to my knees, T back panties and all. I felt his penis slid between my ass checks as he grabbed one hip with one hand and guided his penis to my pussy lips with the other. I was so wet juices were running down my inner thigh. With a quick couple up and down motions he realized I was ready and now he was plenty lubed from my mouth and my pussy.
Jim looked great, flat stomach, round muscular shoulders, rock hard dick. I begged him, Put it in ... And he did.
Jim slid inside me and I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his penis, its throbbing motion. I was so sensitive I could feel his heart beating, his rapid breathing and it was Great. He didn't slam into me, rather he eased into me, as if he too were savoring the feel of my pussy. He was not large, not small, but a perfect fit. I didn't know if he was all the way in, but at exactly the right point, when I felt the underside of his shaft putting the perfect amount of pressure on my clit, he stopped and backed up. Then with both hands on my hips he brought it home. I felt his balls slap my pussy lips, I felt his shaft tickle my clit and I felt the power of his thrust. I said, that's it, Fuck me like that....
Jim slammed home and began pounding my pussy like it has never been pounded before. My eyes were bulging and my breaths coming out in rasp. Nobody had ever fucked me like that before. I reached back with one hand, still bracing myself with the other (or else I would have fallen forward), to feel his shaft slide into me. I needed to feel his penis as it entered me. When I felt his balls I gave them a tiny squeeze as they slide by, which made him fuck me harder. My feet were bouncing off the ground and I would have fallen if he didn't have control of my hips in his powerful hands.
Then I could feel it. The head of his penis got larger, which made my pussy clinch with excitement. He was about to come. I relaxed my stomach to allow my pussy to fully climax just as he slammed one last time all the way to the hilt. My pussy was thrusting with the most intense orgasm I had ever had as he pumped pound after pound of hot come inside me. I reached back and held his hip and cupped his balls as he emptied himself into me.
He had worked up a slight sweat and I felt my face was a little flushed too. We dressed and I thanked him for fucking me so well. He said it was his pleasure. I leaned up and kissed his lips one more time, then slipped by him out the stall door and back to my shopping cart. I still had to pick up some milk and eggs before I went home.
Since that incident I have decided I like being fucked (not just made love to) and I no longer consider myself a prude and I can't wait for the opportunity to present itself again. It's like being let out of jail after a lifetime of incarceration.

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