My husband, Max, came home from his European book signing tour finally. I was hornier than ever, so when I took him into the bedroom to get him in the mood I was disappointed as he promptly began snoring from exhaustion. Jet lag, I get it. I sighed and went to prepare dinner as I would have done if he hadn't come home at all. I slept on the couch because his snoring was ridiculously loud from lack of sleep over the last twenty-four hours of hopping from airport to airport, and that's how my night ended.
Max slept much of the next day as I finished editing my latest novel. One of the neighborhood guys who was home from college for Christmas Break came around at four in the afternoon and asked if he could cut our lawn for some extra cash. He had been around over the years and usually cut our grass in the summers. I told him sure and went back to my work as he mowed and edged our property that wasn't small. He finished well after dark and I paid him extra as a sort of Christmas bonus.
"Thanks, Mrs. Johnson." He tipped his hat and grinned, his kind green eyes meeting mine before he couldn't help dropping his attention to my small breasts through my green checkered silk shirt. I hadn't expected an encounter so didn't have time to put on a bra and it was cold so there was definitely something to see despite my breasts not being that big to begin with. It didn't matter. I was too old to care as I wished him a good holiday and closed the door.
At about eleven that evening, Max was up and ready to go. I made him some decaf coffee as he kissed me over my shoulder. I could feel his want for me through his robe. We hurried to the bedroom and I felt him push between my legs. He wasn't very big and barely rubbed me inside as he quivered and came on my vagina and asshole almost immediately. I was burning and desperate for more, but Max simply sighed and went to take a shower.
"Really?" I wiped his pathetic wad from my asshole and got dressed.
I went back to work on my novel as Max emerged from the bedroom to prepare his coffee. He opened the fridge. "Ah, shit, we don't have any soy milk." He shook his head. "Damn, this coffee is basically ruined."
"The grocery store is just around the corner." I said.
"It's cold out." He shivered. "I don't want to go out.... Think you could go and fetch some for me?"
It wasn't the request, it wasn't the idea that I would go out at eleven thirty at night to the twenty-four hour grocery store, it was the way he asked me to 'fetch' something--anything--for him under those conditions. Am I a dog? I wanted to say these things, but he had just gotten back from a trip. I didn't want to start off with an argument even though he'd been a total douche since he came back as far as I was concerned.
"Please?" He begged.
If I didn't need other things from the store as well, I wouldn't have gone. Instead, I got up from my chair and put on a pair of tight jeans that hugged my ass, zipping up the small zipper in front, and slipped on a pair of black shoes. I put on a black thermal jacket as I zipped it to my neck. I didn't wear any make-up and my hair was done in a haphazard knot behind my head. I grabbed my purse and went out to my Audi SUV.
The drive to the store was relaxing at midnight. I pulled into a mostly empty parking lot and got out to walk to the grocery store. It was cool and night-time so most everyone hurried to their cars after offloading their groceries or briskly rushed into the store from the cold. I stepped inside and took a handbasket opposite to my purse. I loaded it up with Max's soymilk from the vegan section and got some eggs and bacon for the morning. I'd needed baking powder and aluminum foil, so I got those as well.
Standing in the checkout line, I heard someone approach. "Hey, Mrs. J.!" It was the guy from earlier who mowed my lawn. He had a New York Giants baseball cap that was backwards on his head.
"Hey Stuart." I pulled his name without really remembering how I knew it. I guess he looked like a Stuart. "Nice work on the lawn earlier."
"Sorry I didn't edge the back." He said, his face turning red. "I meant to come back in the morning when it was light."
"Don't worry, it's fine." I pulled my purse further onto my shoulder. "Nobody sees the back anyway."
"Yeah, but I hate to leave something unfinished." He said and went to the opposite checkout. He was buying a three-pack of underwear and tucked under that was the purple corner of a condoms box. I checked out and finished as he took his receipt from the checkout machine. "It's late, I'll walk you to your car."
"Thanks." I said and eyed the box in his bag. "Young love, huh?" I said, nodding at the bag in his hand. His face went red as we stepped into the cold and walked down the aisle of cars.
"Yeah, I--you know, want to be safe." He shrugged.
"You have a girlfriend or anything yet?" I asked.
He gave a long pause before he spoke a somber, "Not yet. I was hoping--
"It'll happen." I said as we reached my car. "Don't worry." I hit the button to open the trunk and put my stuff inside before closing it from the key fob.
"Well...." Stuart looked toward his red Honda Civic an aisle over from mine.
I don't know why I did what I did, but I grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled his lips to mine. He was taller so he had to crane to meet me. My tongue went down his throat and I squeezed his jeans as I pushed him up against the driver's door of my SUV. I unzipped my jacket and his hand reflexively went for my breasts. I shivered as he rolled my rock hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I was so horny. An idea hit me as I looked into the back of my SUV. I pulled away from Stuart who looked flushed from the sudden excitement. Max and I didn't have kids, so the seats were already rolled down. I looked around the parking lot. There wasn't anyone anywhere.
"Come on." I opened the passenger back door as Stuart climbed in. I climbed in after him and pulled the door closed behind me. I pulled off my jacket and heard Stuart unzip his jeans. I helped him pull them down as he leaned up against the back door to expose his rock hard cock. I immediately went down on him like he was an ice-cream cone and would melt if I wasn't fast enough. He didn't have the best diet--being in college--so he was salty and a little smelly, but he was a decent size and I needed it more than ever so Stuart would have to do.
"Oh geez!" He flexed his fingers as I moved up and down. Inexperienced guys never know what to do with their hands. His left palm met my nipple through the thin fabric of my checkered shirt. He awkwardly stroked my breast as I sucked his thick cock. I heard him take a deep breath and I slipped him from between my lips. "No, don't stop!" He whispered.
I looked over at him seriously as I stroked him. "Stuart, I have twenty-five minutes before I need to be home for my husband. Can you hold on for ten minutes, just ten minutes?" I leveled with him.
Stuart blinked. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"Sexually." I opened my eyes wide. He still didn't understand. I sighed and grabbed the condom box, peeling the plastic off the package. They're always so damn hard to open. Stuart stroked himself as I peeled the box tabs open and withdrew one of the square purple packets that matched the box cover. I opened the wrapper and withdrew the slick condom. "Are you a virgin?" I asked.
"Uhm.... Kind of." He answered.
