Gloria was almost done with her grocery shopping when she saw him. She had just turned the corner into frozen foods, and she stopped, her mouth open. She felt her pussy moisten within a heartbeat.
Greg. Last summer, she had agreed to be a sex slave for her yard boy and his friend. They had in turn invited their friends over on occasion. And one of them had been Greg.
Oh, she remembered him all right. He was a decent guy who actually knew something about making women feel good. And he had a massive cock. And here he was, almost a year later, standing in her grocery store. She gave a big smile, but then frowned when she saw a woman come up and talk to him. Clearly his mom — the resemblance was strong. So much for just walking up to him and telling him to come by the house later when she had changed into something way skimpier than the sun dress she was wearing.
She kept the smile on her face as she approached him. She couldn't let this opportunity slip by.
"Greg?" she said, acting surprised as she marched up to him.
He turned and — so cute — blushed as recognition hit.
"Uh, hi, Gloria. How have you been?"
"Good." Not as good as she'd be with him pounding into her naked body, though. She noticed Greg's mother looking at them expectedly. "Hi, I'm Gloria," she said, holding out her hand.
"Anne," his mother said. "How do you know Greg?"
"Oh his friend Danny was my yard boy last summer. Greg came over with him a couple times." She thought quickly. "He was so kind; he'd help out as well."
Ooh, and then she had a fun thought. "Hey, actually. My new yard boy is leaving for college. Any chance you want to pick up some extra cash helping out around my house?" She beamed at him, and he gulped. Too bad his mom was there. If he were on his own, she could just say. "Want me to be your sex slave for the summer?" She'd do it. Why not?
"Uh, I've already got a job lined up."
"Oh." Well, it's not like that was the main thing she wanted from him. "How's college going?"
"Uh, good. You know. I think I figured out a major."
"Oh?" She was making small talk while she figured out a plan. But then Anne solved the problem for her.
"Greg, I'm going to run and grab some milk. I'll be right back." Greg nodded absently as he talked about his school.
As soon as his mom was out of earshot, she stopped him. "Quick. Give me your phone number. I'd like to arrange a more, hm, intimate time to catch up." She leaned close. "And fuck you." He blinked, and she smiled. "If you want to, of course." He nodded and looked at her breasts. "Tsk. Number now, naked later." He gulped and gave her his number.
Just then his mom came back. "We need to get going, Greg. Sorry to interrupt."
"Oh, no problem at all. Hopefully I'll run into you all again here. Good luck in school, Greg. It was so nice catching up." He waved as he walked away, but she watched him turn to look back at her. She winked.
Her heart was beating as she finished shopping and made it to the car. God, she should masturbate right there. She didn't, but she did pull out her phone.
"Hi. This is Gloria. I was serious."
A pause, and then. "Holy shit. I can't believe I ran into you."
"I've thought about your cock often. I want it. NOW."
"Ha ha. Can't do now. Doing errands with mom."
"I know. That sucks." A pause. "Speaking of sucking, when can you come over so I can suck your dick?"
"Damn. No beating around the bush, eh?"
"Speaking of bush, I still shave mine off. Want to see?"
"Yes!"
"So when can you come over, again?"
"I think I can get away tonight."
She looked around the parking lot, and then lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. She took a photo of her pussy and sent it to him.
"Just a taste for you, lover."
"Damn! Why don't you send me one of your tits as well?" Oh, god. She was going to cum right now imagining her night with him. She looked around again, slid her bra strap down her arm, and then pulled her dress and bra forward. It was an awkward selfie, but she made it work before anyone noticed. She quickly brought her dress up and hit Send.
"Oh, I can't wait to feel those," he said. "Gotta go."
"Okay. Text me later with a time and any requests on what you want me to wear." Then she remembered the last time she had fucked him.
"I believe you still have a blackmail video of me. So I guess I'll have to do what you want. And maybe another night you could bring the same friends." Her yard boy had given Greg the key to her house, and he and two friends had snuck in at night and then pretended to blackmail her into fucking them all. Greg had made another video of that.
"But tonight I want to be just me and you."
It was five hours before he could come over, and Gloria was so keyed up she was pacing back and forth. She was dressed in skimpy pink panties and a longish t-shirt. That was what he had requested. She had come home and masturbated right away. And then again two hours later when he finally responded. And again half an hour ago to calm herself down. But it hadn't helped.
When the knock finally came, she jumped at the sound. But she hurried to the door and flung it open.
"Hey, Gloria. Remember this?" He held out his phone to her. Of course she remembered that video. She had thought of it during her most recent bout of self-pleasure. Oh. He wanted to play a game.
"Oh my god. I thought you were going to leave me alone!"
"Oh, no, Gloria. I've still got this video. And I will send it to everyone you know if you don't do what I say. Is that understood?"
"Please don't. Please. It would ruin me."
He stepped in the door. She let him pass. Her pussy was tingling at the role-play scenario.
"You know, when I took this, I was pretty generous with you. I let you mess up a bunch of times. Remember?"
She nodded meekly.
