I was out shopping for a few things for dinner.  It was a brutally hot day so all I had on was a short sundress, panties and sandals.  As I was browsing the fresh bread, I felt someone staring at me.  I glanced over to my right and saw a middle aged man watching me.  As soon as we made eye contact, he looked away.  I didn’t mind.  This happened pretty often whereever I went so I didn’t think about it again until I was about three aisles over, looking at the pasta sauce.  

I felt someone standing very close behind me, invading my space.  I stepped over to make some room for this person who must have been in such a hurry that they simply could not wait for me to move.  I smiled and laughed a little when I saw the same man.  I realized that he was smelling me.  I caught him sniffing the air next to me when I turned to look at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”  he mumbled and walked off.  

This place is full of horny men, I thought as I gathered the rest of my things and went to the checkout line.  Not surprisingly, the same man was behind me in line but this time, he didn’t look at me.  He seemed to be very focused on the items in his basket.  

As I was driving out of the parking lot, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the same man, in the car right behind me.  I knew that I wasn’t being paranoid when I came to the conclusion that he was following me.  I drove around the block about three times to taunt him, then drove home.  I knew he would follow me home so I decided to lean far into the back seat of my car as I was getting my bag out of the back seat to give him a great view of my panties.  

As soon as I got inside my house, I opened the blinds in my living room.  Then, I pulled my sundress off and kicked off my heels, put the groceries away in just my panties and then poured myself a glass of wine.  I walked to the window, holding my wine glass and taking a sip when I spotted his car.  It was parked a few houses away.  But when I leaned in close to see if I could get a look at him, I gasped when I saw that he was squatting in my bushes, holding his dick.  He was so surprised to be caught that he fell on his ass.

I went to the front door and pulled it open.  “This is a crime you’re committing, you know!” I informed him.  “I can call the police right now and have you arrested.  I’ve already written your license plate number down.”  That was a lie, but he didn’t know that.

He jumped up and started to apologize profusely, telling me that he had never done anything like this before and that he had a wife and kids and a good job and didn’t want to jeopardize any of that.  “Please, I’ll do anything you want.  Just don’t call the police.  Please?”

“Fine, stalker.” I replied after considering for a minute.  “Get in here and fuck me.”  

His jaw dropped and he shook his head as if he didn’t hear me correctly.  He started to stutter and I stopped him.  “If you don’t want me to call the police, get in here and fuck me.” I said.   

He hesitantly came inside and shut the door behind him.   I slid my panties off, put my hands on the coffee table and spread my legs open.  “Fuck me.” I ordered.

Not surprisingly, he didn’t need a warm up at all.  He pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and slid his hard, throbbing cock inside my warm and wet pussy.  It was just what I needed.  He started slow, pulling his cock out and then pushing it inside me, moaning with each thrust.  I am sure he was relishing the moment but I needed to cum.  I backed into his cock, shook my ass side to side and grinded my pussy into his big dick.  I bounced my ass up and down as I shook it and felt my clit starting to swell.  

He was holding my hips tight, not really moving too much, probably trying not to cum too fast.  I was only concerned with my own orgasm and I was getting there fast.  I starting crying out as I started to cum and when he heard this, he started to really pound me.  He came inside me, grunting and yelling, his body shuddering against me.  

I told him to get his pants back on and sent him on his way.  I got what I wanted and didn’t have a use for him any more.  But I was hoping I’d run into him again soon.   Maybe in the frozen food section next time…

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