She was going mad. She loved her husband but six straight weeks of 16 hour days had left him far too exhausted to take care of her needs. She was getting desperate. It was an aching hunger, a fire between her legs that made her squirm in agony, longing for a really, really good fucking.
She knew her place. She was 5'10" tall with a dancer's lithe body and beautiful legs. Her dark brown hair fell well below her shoulder blades in thick, luxuriant waves and her forest green eyes were captivating. Her husband had married her because she was beautiful...a perfect trophy. Her life was good—a brand new beemer, a huge house, vacations in Paris and Rome. A husband who deferred to her every whim out of guilt over his long absences.
She wanted something...different. Something that wasn't so squeaky clean and lily white. She wasn't sure where she was going to find it but she knew it had to be done.
But she didn't want to go about it the way that everyone else did—spending time in dirty smoke filled bars with drunken louts who pawed at the tits of any whiskey soaked whore who came their way. She was a lady. She wanted to be conquered by the secret beast. The man who wanted nothing more than to mount her and rut until he coated her womb with his seed—but controlled himself and just smiled as he walked by. A different, more subtle approach was needed.
She tested various hunting grounds: the supermarket, the drug store, the pet store. Wearing various high hemlines and low necklines, she would find men who appeared to be single and catch their eyes. Once they noticed her, she'd make her way into their aisle and wait until they were along before bending over as far as she could to "look" for something on the bottom shelf, exposing dewy, puffy pussy lips that begged to be touched. Without fail, the men would stare, dumbfounded at her audacity and grateful for the show but none of them dared to approach her.
Late one night, while her husband was away on another business trip, she'd realized she needed more vodka. Throwing on one of her short dresses, she headed down to her local grocery store for once not thinking of catching someone's eye.
The grocery store was empty except for the female cashier and one older security guard at the back making sure underage drinkers didn't lift anything. Anna made her way to the Vodka aisle, keenly aware of the older gentleman's eyes on her sweet, young curves. Against her will, her pussy started to get moist at the thought of showing off for someone as she bent at the waist, the hem of her dress raising well above her juicy lips and giving the guard a nice peek. She could tell by his sharp intake of breath that he'd seen what she was offering up to him from down the short aisle and could hear footsteps coming up behind her.
"Excuse me, Miss, he said, clearing his throat, "Can I help you find something?"
She straightened up and turned around, making sure to look up at him with her huge, innocent looking eyes. Biting her lip lightly, she said "My husband's away on business and I...I just needed to something to make the time pass faster. Do you have any suggestions on a good Vodka?" She smiled arrogantly, her eyes dropping down to his quickly stiffening cock.
"Well, Miss, I have to be honest: they keep the best stuff in the back and put it out on Thursday's, for the weekend. If you wanna follow me, I can show you where it is and maybe you can grab a bottle for yourself."
She looked back up towards the cashier and he answered her silent question. "She won't bother us—we don't have to close for another 3 hours. She has to stay up there and I have to stay back here. Most days, we barely see each other."
She liked the little hint of a pot belly he had and his greying, thinning hair. He was ordinary...not ugly, not gorgeous just...a guy. A guy who wanted to fuck her so badly, he was risking his job and, she thought, as she noticed his wedding ring, his marriage.
He led her further back into the store, passed the dairy shelves and through the huge double plastic doors that led to the dark world of stacked boxes, concrete halls and exposed pipes that served as the backrooms. Right, left, straight, left, right...she followed him down a seemingly endless maze of hallways to a small room where cases of high quality Vodka sat on pallets.
"Oh, thank you!" she said, throwing herself on him for a hug. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other reached down and cupped her bare ass for a moment, kneading it quickly as if he just couldn't help himself. She pushed her ass into his hands intensely for a moment, feeling her entire ass cheek disappear in his big paw. "Ooooohhhhh," she whispered, just barely loud enough for him to hear.
Wiggling out of his embrace, she walked a couple of feet into the room to the first pallet and hopped up onto the cases, spreading her long legs wide so that her open, wet, inviting pussy was at the perfect height for her security guard to ravage with his tongue.
