My Supermarket Stranger: The Day I Opened My Private Locker

I rarely open my Private Locker. This one’s too raw, too real. But here, with you, a stranger, I spill it. The thrill hits hard.

It started innocently. Him, spotting me in the supermarket aisle. Tall, handy type. We chatted. Smiles lingered. I smiled back, thinking of my husband later. But nah, too silly. Forgot him quick.

The Build-Up: Cracking Open the Vault

Week later, same time, same spot. He remembers me. Pleasure surges. We cross paths like ghosts before, now? Eyes lock forever. Annoying, really. Don’t want small talk every shop.

Can’t shift my schedule. Stupid. He’s there again. I could’ve dodged the aisle. But words flow easy. Time slips. Why rush? Kitchen waits, no rush hour. Is he timing it? Dumb thought.

Week drags without him. Wonder his days. Won’t ask.

No show today. Focus, grab bread, backtrack. Boom, there he is. Accepts his card? Why? How to tell husband about this guy, chats, number?

Heart pounds post-call. Checked if shopping today. What’ll he think? Nice talk though. Invites to workshop. Thinks he’s in. Poor guy, no shot.

He calls back. Noted my number. Explain: married, just chat spot. Visit to talk quiet.

He’s cool. Visit his place. Frustrated? Wanted a move, joke even. Hand near waist, passes. No touch. Say maybe return. Won’t. But his hands… skilled. Trouble stirs. Bad.

Short chat today. Want more time, but boundaries.

Back anyway. No affair craving. He presses close showing dresser. I pull away… slow. Intentions? Muddy.

Home, keys down twice. Ten minutes away. Time…

This time, hand lingers waist. Slides down. Butt pressure, light caress. Pretend blind. What to say? ‘Stop touching my ass?’ Lame. Ignore.

The Surrender: Raw Heat in the Workshop

Lower, thigh. Through skirt. Slips under. Should’ve pants. Fingers climb slow. Inner thigh. Panties edge. Pubes tease. Shiver.

Touches through fabric. Probes side. Stay still. He’ll stop. But flash: first boy under skirt. Thrill rush. Not husband. Can’t.

Hand slips in. Between cheeks. Gasp, arch back reflex. Anus brush–perv? No, forward. Fingers know spot. Husband only before. Spread for him. Push back. Normal?

Vagina yields. Digits power in. Deep. Hips rock auto. Push harder. Rhythm builds. Close… damn, stops. Tease. Two more, I’d burst.

Panties down. Why let? Knows next. Kick aside. Legs part. Ready.

Hot against ass. Huge. Slides. Nudges hole. Pushes. Gland pops. Stretch. Filled. Arch, brace furniture. Deeper. Thrusts. Wood scent. Corner in mouth. Suck varnish, tart.

Pace quickens. Belly clench. Mouth wide. Slaps echo. Hands grip. Groan. Push back full. Heat floods. Jets deep. Fill me. Cum hard. Waves crash. Yes…

Drive home, seat wet. Skirt down, fled. Panties ditched. Never thought cheat easy. Or orgasms this wild. Long time.

Won’t show home with it. Waits for return.

Tomorrow.

Skirt?