Out of the Blue, Part 2. - Sex Stories

Out of the Blue, Part 2.

... room as we left. As well as new clothes, we were going to have to buy underwear, all the items in her drawer, were very plain. When we got in my car, she hopped in, but then straight away started to get out again. “I have to put some panties on, just getting in and out of the car; everyone is going to be able to see me.” “No! Stay put, you are just going to have to be careful. Just wait, this is going to be really exciting, for you and especially for me.” She finally succumbed and we headed down to the supermarket. We grabbed a trolley, and walked around picking up things from the list the girls had made during the week. Every time we got down the bottom of an isle and there was no-one behind us, I would flick up her skirt. This got a great reaction each time, she was mortified and told me to behave myself ( Oh yeah, as if that was going to happen ). One isle, there was no-one behind us, and just one couple turned away from us at the other end of the isle. I grabbed both sides of the skirt and lifted it up above her waist. Rachael went ballistic and took a couple of swipes at me, but she was smiling so I guessed all was still okay. Oh! If you could only have seen her, she looked so sexy standing there naked below the waist, such a beautiful arse and a snail trail of her own juices down the inside of each leg. She was just as aroused as I was. The couple at the end of the isle spun around and looked at us, they didn’t see anything, I don’t think, as Rachael had that dress back ...

... down in an instant. But they knew something had happened and gave us a knowing look as we passed them. The woman gave me a real dirty look; I guess she was noting the age difference. Driving back home, after we had the week’s supplies, I slipped my hand under her dress and massaged her inner thighs. “Was that as exciting for you as it was for me?” “Yes, I was excited, but really scared we would get caught. I couldn’t do that again,” she said. Whilst she answered me, I slid my hand up onto her pussy; she grabbed my arm with both hands and tried to push my hand down near her knees. “Someone will see,” she blurted out. “How can anyone see? They can certainly see you bent over fighting against me. Just relax and sit up straight, no one will have a clue what is going on.” She leant back in the seat, let go of my arm, but was certainly not relaxed. She swung her head around, looking at other cars and people walking down the street, to see if anyone was looking at her. I pulled her knee towards me and then started long slow strokes up her inner leg again. Slowly I felt her relax, as she could see that no one was paying any attention to us. I started pausing at the top of each stroke and brushing the length of her pussy briefly, before continuing down her leg under her knee and then back up the other leg back to her mound. Her legs moved apart, I don’t think she had a lot of control of them, she just opened up wide. The next time I brushed against her mound and started to move away, ...