Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 04

Many thanks to neuroparenthetical and KialaAzules, who edited this story.

This is the revised and re-edited version of a previously posted work.

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We're at a hypermarket in the afternoon, about twenty minutes on foot from Stella's place. She needed to resupply on enough items that the trip was worth it. Walking the distance in the bright day alongside the scantily clad girl has already made it worth enough for me.

I watch her pushing a quarter full wire cart on the shopping floor, and follow not far behind her. She wears a short, shoulderless tube dress, with long sleeves. It's printed in pastel colors, vertical, wavy stripes, and made of a soft, elastic material that shows off her every curve.

The slut wears nothing under the dress, because... she's Stella.

Her tits are jiggling with her every step. The shapes of her nipples together with the bars that pierce them are all too visible. There's nothing you need to guess about the form of her pretty ass. The fabric of the dress is thin enough that when the light shines from the other side it becomes almost sheer and you can see the shape of her thighsand what's between them.

Her short, blonde curls at the top and her dirty yellow heel boots call attention to her tall, narrow body. She wears her usual assortment of trinkets: long tassel dangle drop earrings in silver finish, a second pair of small rings in the lower helix, a large ring in her septum, a blue choker, bracelets, ...

... rings, etcetera. Her two tone green eyeshadow I put on myself before we left.

She's seriously fuckable and everybody who sees her knows it. Men turn their heads in her wake. Two different guys try to approach her.

The security should not have allowed Stella in the store today. In fact, they should have stopped her at the entrance. If they knew even half of what I know about her, they would have took her to their room and fucked her until she screamed for mercy.

I watch her and I imagine myself pulling the front of her dress below her small, soft tits or the back of the dress above her pretty buttocks. I only grope her brazenly when she stops to grab something from a shelf and I catch up with her.

It's good fun, but not quite enough. When I spot the `TOILETS' green sign not far from where we are, I grab her hand and walk with her through the swinging doors. Behind them there's a long, narrow passageway to the men's and ladies' rooms. I start there, but half way through I decide it's sufficiently quiet and private. I pin Stella against the wall and kiss her greedily. I pull her dress below her tits, and leave them exposed. I keep kissing her, holding my arms on the wall behind her, above her shoulders. People do pass by at irregular intervals, usually one at a time. They don't bother us, though they stare. A woman in a self righteous huff can't help but stop to comment. She rudely tell us to get a room. The man that follows her gawks mouth open at Stella's luscious ...