True Sex Stories: The Cute Checkout Girl Browsed My Bare Cleavage

We have a habit of getting naughty in the supermarket and this weekend was no exception.

It was just a warmup for the weekend ahead of us, but it was also James's way of ripping me out of my control-freak week with his dominance.

You may have heard of the earthquake that devastated one of our cities, and has left our nation in a sombre mood. I have struggled to maintain a sense of separation from that dest­ruction of people's lives. The simple act of being able to drive to the supermarket and have the full selection of groceries available to me is in marked contrast to their lives this week. I have been constantly on the verge of being overwhelmed by it all. I needed to get away from it, and James has helped by pulling me into his protective space.

He did this by taking me out of my suit and heels, letting down my hair, and having me change into a slutty micro-skirt and sheer top. He told me that he would remove my bra in the middle of the supermarket and leave it in our shopping cart for all to see.

From time to time he would hold me close and give me bitey kisses in the middle of the aisles. He raised my skirt and groped my ass whenever he felt like it, and at intervals he would check how juicy my cunt was and then get me to lick his fingers clean.

He reached under my shirt and undid my bra as we stood in an aisle with people all around, and pulled one bra strap down and over my arm. We walked to an empty aisle and he had me do the same on the other side; then he pulled the bra off and tossed it into the trolley. He paused at the end of the aisle to raise my top, expose my breasts and stroke them, and he had me wave at the security camera (which was facing the other direction).

We both noticed the tall, good-looking woman doing her shopping, and we made ‘meant-to-be-overheard' comments about polyamory and threesomes and her looks. But, well, it's hard to pick someone up as a couple.

I took the shopping through the checkout, and I had to do that with my bra lying in the trolley. I watched as the cute checkout girl browsed my bare cleavage (and probably all of my breasts) as I bent over to lift our groceries from the shopping trolley up onto the conveyor belt. She was ever so helpful.

When we got to the car park I wound up humping his leg, and I came as I rubbed my crotch against him. The orgasm was a welcome way to disengage my mind. It was a relief to disconnect from the wider world and its myriad issues, and to reground my senses in the reality of us.

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