It was near 8 o'clock, and the small market I was entering was about to close.  Looking back I recall feeling bored, and not particularly sexual as I walked past the handsome 50 something store owner.  He smiled at me in a confident, almost arrogant way. Walking to the back of the store I found the chill section, which was quite secluded and set out in a sort of square shape.

The small 1L bottles of milk were on the bottom rack of the chiller cabinet.  I bent down to search for what I wanted, the shelf was almost empty, so I had to squat down to reach towards the rear, there wasn't anybody else in the store, so I didn't worry too much about discretion.

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As I leaned forward, my skirt slipped back down my thighs into my lap, dropping behind over my calves, and as I lowered my left knee, raising my right thigh, I inadvertently exposed my panties, stretched against the smoothly rounded curves of my bottom.
I reached in took a bottle, and as I leaned back, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a movement, unthinkingly I turned on the soles of my feet, my knees opening as I did so.

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The shopkeeper was standing at the edge of the grocery shelving, casually leaning against it, watching me.  Clearly, he'd come back to see what I was doing. His gaze travelled down from my face to my knees, admiring my plump vulva as it strained against the soft shiny silk of my gusset.

The smooth firm sweep of my peach held tightly by the panties, the gusset being narrow, pulled deep into my body creases, sliding in between the round lower cheeks of my bottom, framed by the lace tops of my stockings, and set against the light blue of my slip.

He half smiled, his eyes dancing as he maintained his gaze at the sight between my thighs, then returning to my face with calm confidence in his expression.

I saw the lust in them as I felt the desire rise inside me, almost as if he'd willed me to surrender to him.
There was an unspoken request from him, matched by a wordless invitation and acceptance from me. I leaned my hips to my rear, widening my knees to give him a clearer signal, I pulled my hems back to the top of my legs, the skirt, and slip hanging down at the back forming an inviting backdrop, and gave him a challenging look.

 

Without a word, he held his index finger to his lips as he turned. Feeling my excitement rising as I heard him go to the door, change the sign to 'closed' pull the roller blind down and reduce the lighting to a lower level.

He returned, carrying one of the counter sheets used to cover the till area to protect it from dust, dropping it to the floor at our feet.
I rose slowly to meet him, my skirt falling back into place, making a swishing sound as the heavy material of the skirt reacted with the silk of my slip.

Still not speaking, he walked up to me, and holding my shoulders he gently turned me, until my back was to the door of the chiller.
I didn't resist, and I could feel the coldness of the glass through my clothes against my bottom and shoulders.

Taking the milk from me, and placing it on the shelf behind him, together with a box of tissues that he brought with him, he took my face in his hands and leaned forward, his nose gently touching the side of my nostrils, his lips so close that I felt the warmth of them against me as I pouted.

He pulled back slowly at the last moment, leaving me wanting to be kissed.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but he restrained me with a gentle push against my chest.

Smiling that warm half smile again, as he ran his fingers through my hair, removing my satin bow, placing that onto the shelf with the milk and tissues, holding his lips close to mine, fractions of an inch between us.
He had a spicy smell to his skin, which was wonderful, and I felt myself getting more aroused and wet.
He pushed his hips against my belly, pressing me back against the chiller cabinet door, the handle digging into my side.

Then he kissed me, his lips lightly brushed mine, then pressed closer as he softly sealed against my partly open mouth.
His tongue slipped inside, his hunting and finding mine, our tips tangling and dancing together like two flickering flames in a hot fireplace, as he explored the interior of my cheeks.

 

Our lips parted with a squishy smacking sound, as I felt my pulse race and my breathing get fast and shallow.

I rolled my head around, opening my mouth and taking as much of his tongue inside as I could.
I felt small darts of electric shocks running up my body from my bottom to my heart, making me writhe under the pressure of his kisses.

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Reaching down, he unzipped. And took my hand, putting it inside his trousers. It was warm and thick, though not overly big. I could feel his pulse beating strongly and steadily as I held him in my fingers, as I squeezed and pulled his foreskin back.
I reached in further, feeling his sack, and massaging the large testicles carried inside it, my fingertips stroking the crease underneath it where it joined his body, with the soft curly hair dense under my touch.

Moving my hand back up along his shaft, I dragged my nails up the underside of his manhood, and stroked his tip with my fingers, feeling the warm slippery fluid oozing out of his urethra, heavy and thick as it pulsed over my palm, I breathed faster as he sighed with pleasure at my touch.

Feeling myself tensing, I was aware of my cervix fluttering at the vault of my womanhood, and my uterus squirming as it prepared to receive an intrusion of potent, virile fluid.
I thanked heaven I was on the pill.

Reaching down, he took the hem of my skirt and slip, pulling it up to my waist at the front, placing my weight on my left foot, I hooked my right leg around his buttocks.
He put his hand on the firmness of my mound, massaging the soft but tense flesh, and slid his fingers down to stroke my labia through the silk of my gusset.
I was soaked and sensitive to his touch, and I moaned as he took my whole vulva and squeezed it gently, flicking his middle finger through the fibre against the tip of my clitoris.

He slipped his thumb under the leg of my panties.
His eyes burned into mine as he hooked his fingers over the back waistband, dragging them down.
I straightened my leg as he drew them down to my ankles, the delicate silk sliding sensuously over the skin of my bottom and thighs, as I stepped one foot out of them and hooked my right leg back over his behind again, pressing my soft wetness against the front of his slacks, my 3 inch heel digging into the back of his thigh.

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Pushing my jersey top up, his hands working their way from my waist up to my breasts, flipping the soft bra upwards, he covered them, I perceived his surprise at how slight they were, but he recovered as he held my hard protuberant nipples, as they stiffened against his fingers.

I felt a flush of shame, but curiously, I noticed his shaft harden in my hand, throbbing strongly as he felt how insignificant I was, my breasts little more than mild swellings as he rubbed my nipples.

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Unbuttoning his waistband, he dropped his trousers and pants to his ankles, his manhood springing up as it was freed from the restrictive folds of cloth. I felt it push over the bare skin at the lace tops of my stockings, and in between my thighs, his rim brushing against me, and pressing into my opening.

I dribbled vaginal lubricant, blending with his fluid, as it dripped slowly down in long viscous strings to form droplets on the polished wood floor.

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Kissing me with fast strong pecks, he looked deep into my eyes as he put his left hand under my thigh, supporting its weight, as his fingers crept under the cheek of my bottom, pulling me apart, holding me against the door of the chiller with his body weight.
He took the shaft of his manhood in his palm and, moving it in small circles, inserted his tip into my labia.
I felt myself open and stretch, my soft, engorged lips peeling back like a flower's petals.

Once he had the head in, he pressed firmly against my vaginal muscle's resistance.

I was wet and slippery, but still tense, he pulled back slightly then drove in again, confidently and with increasing strength.
All the while, his smoldering eyes bored into mine, giving me the sense of his power. until I popped open, and his shaft slid up the entire internal length of my warm wetness, bumping into the end of my cervix as it convulsed in anticipation.

I enjoy the contact of a manhood against my cervix, the stimulation is incredibly intense to me, and helps me towards a full-body climax, filling my whole abdomen with pulsing sensations.

I felt a massive sense of euphoria as his shaft pushed smoothly inside, a sharp stab of pain but with an initial rush through my body.
Incredibly intense as the sense of the forbidden amplified my senses.

My blood pumping and my heart racing as it sent shivers through my entire body.
I breathed out with a long sigh, almost of relief but mainly with pleasure at the sensation.

It tingled and was very warm as it passed through my labia, his base pressing against the outer parts of my vulva, and inside I'm fortunate in that I feel all the way inside my vaginal canal, so it felt like a stiff rod pushing deep into my stomach.
It was lovely.

It felt absolutely delightful as he pushed in as deeply as he could, holding himself there as my vaginal walls closed over his shaft, gripping him snugly.

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I felt the pressure and then the warmth as his manhood started to go in and out, with long slow but powerful full-length strokes giving me the feeling of fullness, and a little pain, mixed with pleasure as his thickness stretched me.
It was like discovering the correct key for a door and unlocking the doorway to sweet ecstasy.

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He leaned his face to my neck, kissing up and down from my ear to my shoulder, the cold glass steaming up with condensation from our breath and body heat.

The cabinet door rattled in time with his thrusts, and the bottles inside jingled almost like sleigh bells as he increased his rate.

He put both of his hands down, one arm around my waist, the other under my bum, lifting me up against the glass door, supporting me as I folded my other leg around his thighs.
My arms wrapped around his neck.
My shoes fell off, making a clatter as they hit the floor.
His thrusts were full length, his shaft coming right back until his rim caught behind my wet muscles, rubbing my g-spot, then plunging in again until he collided with the tip of my cervix.

My whole body was moving against the cabinet, the rear of my head banging gently against the glass of the door, I was panting and blowing noisily, pushing my hips into his, making little squeals of enjoyment as he pumped himself into me, piercing me deeply.

He grunted and growled, breathing heavily as his exertions increased.
It felt as if I was floating in hot swirling water, my entire being centred on my vulva and lower belly, as he relentlessly pounded me hard against the icy surface behind me.

My skirt and slip rode up almost to my waist, and my naked bottom pressed against the cold glass of the cabinet, my skin making low squeaking noises as it rubbed up and down in time with his thrusts.
I leaned my head over his shoulder as he ran his lips up the side of my neck; I found myself briefly mesmerised by the sight of my panties flapping up and down around my left ankle, where they had remained after I stepped my right foot out of them.
The light blue silk and dark lace, fluttering with his motion, the lurex threads in the front panel, twinkling in the light from the cabinets, incredibly sensuous in the image they presented.

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 Part 2. 

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I couldn't believe how suddenly this had happened.
I hadn't even thought about him having me, but in less than a few minutes after he'd looked up my skirt, he had me pinned against the chiller door.
No words had passed between us, no consent, but no refusal either.
He had me, there and then, almost as if he knew what I'd wanted, although the idea hadn't occurred to me.
Yet as I found myself, legs gripping his hips, spread wide against the cold glass, gasping as he pummeled into me.
I accepted that, for me, at least, this was the most exciting type of sexual encounter I could wish to experience.

He ground his hips into mine, driving me through higher and higher levels of pleasure.
He grunted as I moaned; we made a lot of noise, and in the back of my mind I thought it was a good job he'd put up the closed sign and locked the door.

Had anyone walked into the shop, they would have known without doubt from the sound, what we were doing to each other, our frantic sexual coupling.
I couldn't get enough of him, as I pushed into his onslaught, I opened my thighs wider encouraging him to pierce me more deeply and with increasingly vigorous pelvic thrusts.

Reaching the point that my shallow breathing had its effects, I became dizzy.
He increased his tempo further.
As my face rested over his shoulder, I experienced tunnel vision.
It was as though my head was spinning.
Each time he grunted in my ear, was the start of a new circuit.
The tension in my belly and bottom centered around my womanhood and his shaft.
I could perceive nothing else.
My entire consciousness felt as if it was in that small, tight part of my body.

I felt light-headed.

My toes itched and curled; my belly warmed anticipating the climax I knew was heading my way.
I could feel the pleasure in every part of me, from my feet to my scalp, an almost electric tingling.

The exciting build-up of pressure I enjoyed as it grew throughout my abdomen was overwhelming.
The tension broke, like a bursting bag of warm water.

As I orgasmed, my vision became blurry.
All I knew was an astonishing sensitivity from my clitoris and vulva.
I almost blacked out.
I couldn't cope with the muscle spasms, and then my body started shaking uncontrollably.
It felt like an eruption going off down there.
It seemed like every ounce of my sexual energy was sucked out of my crotch, a hot wave that flashed from my feet and fingertips, and then spread like a raging wildfire throughout me.

I couldn't focus on anything, except for the enjoyment of the explosion that blasted throughout my entire insides.

Yet, this man, this stranger didn't even hesitate in his rhythmic pounding of me, his strength and endurance was incredible.
He just powered through my screaming and violent convulsions, pressing me harder against the glass, pumping away at my soft wet and warm vulva, penetrating my womanhood deeper with each thrust, as I squirted my fluid over the root of his shaft. I heard the liquid splash as it poured out of me, onto the wood floor.

He was staring straight into my eyes as I came, smiling in amusement at my uncontrollable wriggling and my cries, his smile telling me with no words, 'that's right little blonde girl, this is what perfect sex is like.

Almost laughing as his eyes bored into me, he licked my lips before sealing my mouth with an incredible kiss, crushing me against the cabinet.

Following another three or four minutes of fast and forceful thrusting, and just as my body seemed as though it was one uncontrollable sensitive jelly, barely able to keep my ankles crossed to hold on to him, my arms and hands flapping uncontrollably with his energetic motions, I noticed his muscles tightening and through his jaw; I noticed him gritting his teeth.

He slowed, almost stopping, and pushed in as far as he could, holding himself at the top of my vaginal vault.
His whole body tensed as shuddering and with a roar, he pulled back and as his rim flared out, catching behind my pubic bone, his testicles and scrotum drew up against my groin as he ejaculated.

I felt it spurt in a hot heavy rush, bathing my cervix with his male fluid. Strong, slippery and very comforting.

There was a further series of contractions as he pumped his ejaculate inside me, filling me with the warm sperm laden liquid.
It lasted quite a long time rather than the usual few seconds and was a period of extreme pleasure for me.
Feeling a man climaxing inside me is one of the most satisfying experiences I have.
My canal narrowed, gripping his shaft, drawing his semen out of his manhood.

I could feel the exquisite sense as the muscles at the base of his shaft contracted and pulsed more liquid inside me.
Our heart rates were high, and our breathing fast, as we both felt the sudden intense release of tension in our lower bodies.

He rested with his arms still around me, but with a more relaxed grip, as I clenched his shaft with my womanhood, squeezing it, as he occasionally thrust into me, slowly and gently because his climax coupled with the effect of mine had left his tip highly sensitive.
Breathless. I put my forehead against his, our noses touching, as he kissed me with quick pecks, our lips smacking together, as we both started our resolution phase.

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Feeling empowered, I'd had a powerful effect on this man, practically instantly on meeting him.
It gave me a kind of satisfaction which is difficult to explain.

He bent his knees, and I unwrapped my legs from his waist, placing both feet on the laminated flooring, as he pulled himself out of me.

He held me as my knees were still weak, and we sank together onto the sheet that he'd dropped earlier.
Demonstrating he was an experienced lover, he knew he needed to hold me, cuddle me, smile at me in the aftermath of our intimacy.

Although he was a stranger, in those intimate moments after what he'd done to me, I still wanted the closeness of him as he kissed me and stroked my hair, smiling into my eyes, still amused at my physical devastation.

He slipped gently in between my legs.

I was wet and relaxed, and he could enter me in one smooth movement, watching my face as he filled me, making me understand the completeness of a woman as it should be.
I raised my knees and gripped his hips as he made long slow pelvic thrusts, bringing me up with ease.
I drew air between my teeth and blew it out in loud, moaning gasps.
Not only that, but I could sense him right at the vault of my peach, and I sensed him moving more and more speedily.
It was a short coupling, but I was still close to climax from where he'd taken me hard against the chiller.

I felt my tension break, and I orgasmed.

It was like a white-hot electrical flash throughout my body.
I cried out and wept.
The salty tears rolled down my cheeks as the physical and emotional release took place.
He watched my expression, eyes wide as he experienced himself swell at his rim, and his testicles tighten against his scrotal sac, his look seemed to draw my innermost thoughts from me, as he ejaculated, still smiling, grunting as he pumped burst after burst of semen inside me, drowning my cervix in his intense, heavy and slippery discharge, leaving me feeling affectionate and comforted, my belly almost swollen with the wet gift he'd given to me.
He layed on top of me, his chest and shoulders heaving with the effort he had just spent.

Gathering himself, he held my face, and kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, curling around mine, sending me into a delirium of physical pleasure.

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I reached down to my ankle and taking my panties I slipped them over my other foot, and dragged them up, wriggling my bottom until they fitted comfortably, my stocking tops were wet with our joint spillage, but I stretched them tight, smoothing them against my thighs.

I moved my bra back down over my modest breasts, making certain the nipples were positioned neatly in the cups, and repositioned my jersey top, then as I stood up, still a little unsteady on my feet, I pulled the hems of my slip and skirt down past my waist, allowing it to drop into place, reaching underneath to make sure the clothes hung as they should, I slipped my feet into my shoes, as he handed me my satin bow to fix into my hair after I had combed it through.
I remembered to put the bottle of milk into my tote bag, and finally, I sprayed a small amount of my perfume onto my skirt to reduce the aroma of sex that we were both wearing.

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He gave me one last lingering kiss, squeezing my bottom, and for a moment, I hoped he was going to take me back to the rear of the shop and do it to me again, but no, he unlocked the entrance and with a wink and a cheeky smile; he escorted me out into the road, closing the door firmly behind me.  
As an after thought on my walk home it occurred to me that I hadn't even paid for my bottle of milk. And with a smile I thought, or maybe I had...

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