Sweet - Sex Stories

Sweet

She didn’t mind the stares, in fact, she invited them. The girl would don the skimpiest outfit to go to the drug store. The men, accompanied by their families, would look her way with no ounce as regret. A small wet spot would appear on her pink panties she put on that morning. She walked into the store a little bit slower, squeezing her legs together to give her pussy some relief. Back home, she would close the door to her room and rub her pussy sore at the thought of men masturbating to her.

Let’s call this young girl, Anna. Anna wore a cute little dress that accentuated her curves. She was only about 5’1. Her petite figure made her all the more appealing to those around her. She preferred her bras to be without padding, that way they would show off her soft breast. The usually cold stores would make her nipple harden. Her pointy tits would be on full display. She walked in looking forward, thinking back to the porn movies she watched religiously. She wanted someone to lick her titties like in the films, maybe take them in their mouth and nibble on them.

He saw her in the frozen aisles, and hid himself at the end of the aisle closely creeping closer to her. In his prime he was attractive, washboard abs and a tan from being out in the sun, but now he was just a middle-aged man with average looks. He used to be married but was now divorced, the wife had taken everything including the double ds strapped to her chest that he paid.

In his spare time, the man loved to ...

... spy on young women in public. In his younger years, he was pretty timid around girls, now in his late 50’s the fear had left him completely. At his age there was time to be scared of anything. He thought of it like this, he was closer to death so fuck it. Take what you want and get what you want no matter what. That was his motto now a days.

His baggy cargo shorts covered his hard dick as he gawked at the girl. He watched how her short dress was tight around her thighs, a half and inch more and he would get a nice view of her ass. Wondering what kind of underwear, she was wearing, he crept closet.

He followed her as she walked on, following from a safe distance watching has she would grab the back of the dress and pull it down when it began to ride up. He got a look at her nice breast when she bent down to pick something from a bottom aisle. They were a good size, a c cup he assumed.

He needed her, and when the aisle was clear of shoppers, he approached her silently. The overhead fluorescent lights blinking slightly. The killer going in for the kill. He needed a baby girl, a fuck slave. He wanted her with perfect soft breast and a big ass. If the girl had a small tummy, he didn’t mind he loved to grab a hold of their love handles and take them from behind

“Hey, Sweetie.” He managed to announce softly, his head pounding with lust.

Anna turned around from the shelves she was looking at. She was even cuter up close, the man thought. Her eyes looked up at him from ...