The Grocery Boy

When I was 28, I always shopped at our local grocery store. It was a very nice place to shop, with very friendly staff. My favorite was a young man that would always run to my lane when I went to check out. Actually, he and his fellow male buddies would follow me around the store just hoping that I would bend over to get a can of corn or a box of something. I would always wear short skirts and high heels, and no panties when I shopped. They were so cute.
This young fella would bag my groceries and ask if I needed help carrying my things to my car. I always said yes. One day I asked his name, and he said, “It’s Josh, Ma’am. What’s yours?” I replied, “Ma’am.” “Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
I would lead the way to my car so he could look at my legs and ass. After he put my groceries in the car, I would bend over my purse, allowing my blouse to open enough so he could see my firm breasts. I always gave him a dollar. A dollar tip was a lot in 1970 for a bag boy. He always thanked me profusely. One day he said, “I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.” I slowly looked up into his eyes with a slight smile on my face, and said, “Really?” I never would have thought a person could turn that red that fast.
He started to stammer an apology, when I stepped up to him and said, “I hope to see more of you, too,” and gave him a little kiss. He just stood there with an embarrassed smile.
A few weeks passed with me continually, and mercilessly, teasing him and his friends. I had a big party coming up, so on this visit to the store I had quite a few bags. I asked the manager, who always came down from his office to say hello, if I could borrow the young man to help me get all my bags into my house. He said, “Of course, Lila, I’m sure he’ll do a good job.” “I’ll bring him back as soon as I’m done with him,” I said. “Oh, ho!” he exclaimed with a laugh, “I’m sure you will.” “Mr. Duncan,” I said, thumping his chest lightly, “You’re incorrigible!” “See you soon, Lila,” he said. “You certainly will,” I called back.
As I drove to my house I had my skirt up so high on my legs that even I could see my mound between my legs. He sat there with his mouth open, staring. When some guys in a tall pick-up truck started whistling at me he seemed to wake up. “How rude,” he said. I chuckled. “They’re just enjoying seeing what you’re seeing. I think they are jealous.” “Yeah, I guess so,” he remarked.
“Do you want to touch my leg, Jason?” I asked. “Huh?” was his response. “Jesus,” I thought, “maybe he’s a little slow.” So I reached over and grabbed his hand and put it on my right thigh right up by my pussy. “Does that feel good, Jason?” “It sure does, Ma’am,” he said softly. “Good,” I said reaching over and putting my hand on his dick. I loved it when they jerked like I had put their cock in a light socket.
He started to move his hand down and up my thigh, each time gently brushing my cunt on the way up. I thought, “Fuck this,” and grabbed his hand and made his fingers go between the lips of my pussy. “Put your finger inside me, Jason.” He was in a daze as he eased his finger inside of me. God, it felt good, but we were close to my house, so I said, “Hold on. Jason, here’s my house.”
He helped me put the groceries away. Oh, I forgot to say that I had dropped my skirt when all the bags were in. “It’s just so warm today, isn’t it?” I innocently asked. He just nodded, his eyes glued to my ass and pussy.
“Come with me, Jason,” I said as I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I sat him on the bed, straddled his legs, put my hands on his head and pressed his face into my crotch. He moaned softly. I stepped back, slowly unbuttoned my blouse and threw it on the floor.
“Let’s get you out of these,” I said as I started taking his clothes off. When I had him naked, still sitting on the bed, I asked, “Have you ever made love before?” “Umm, no, Becky Jackson touched me once, but that was it.” I looked down and saw a man’s cock pointing straight at me. “Today’s your day, Jason,” I said.
Ahhh, youth, I miss it so. To say he didn’t go back to work that day is a given. I laid him back on the bed and straddled him. Yep, my favorite. I ran his cock back and forth between my lips, getting him very wet, and then sank down on his incredibly hard cock. “Oh, Ma’am!” he said. He started to push up and down like a piston whose engine was going 100 miles per hour. I said, “Hold on, Big Fella,” and dug my nails into his chest. His eyes got big, and he stopped moving. “There are two of us here. You have to please me, too.” He got red as can be, and apologized.
I was surprised he hadn’t cum yet. “Do you do yourself a lot, Jason” He sheepishly said, “After every time you come into the store, I go home and jerk off thinking about you. Is that okay?” I smiled, “You can think about me as much as you like. Maybe you can come here after work, and we can do this again.” “Geez, that would be great,” he exclaimed.
I then said “Roll over and get on top of me.” I grabbed his big cock and put it back inside of me since he had no clue of female anatomy. I controlled his movement with my hands on his ass, giving him my nails if he went too fast. Soon his head went back, his mouth opened in a silent scream, and he started to jerk his cum inside me. I love how different people sound when they cum.
Feeling him jerking into me in short stabs was just good enough to send me to heaven. I cried, “Oh, Baby,” and held him as tightly as I could against me as I came hard. I really did miss these young guys.
He just laid on top of me, breathing hard. I held him close to me. He may not have been the sharpest pencil in the box, but he was certainly adequate as a lover. I asked, “Are you alright?” “Huh?” was the response. “Come on, Jason, come back to Earth. Are you alright?” “Yes, Ma’am, I was just thinking I can’t believe you let me do that.”
I told him to roll on his side, his dick sliding out of me. I looked him in the eye and said, “You are a very good lover, Jason.” His smile was a great “thank you.”
I rolled over, turning my back to him. I wanted him to play with my breasts. He grabbed them and started to massage them roughly. I put my hands on his, and he got the nails again. I said, “They aren’t water balloons, Jason, be gentle. Move your hands over my nipples softly. Caress my breasts.” I started to show him what I wanted, and he caught on quickly. I was getting turned on again.
Once more, ahhh youth. Their ability to regenerate into full hardness in a matter of minutes always amazed me. I told him to get on his knees as I got on all fours in front of him. He liked looking at my ass so much, I was going to give him a piece of it. I placed him inside of my pussy, getting really wet, and then told him to slowly push when I got his cock up against my hole.
He had a big cock head, so it was a little tough, but he powered through it nicely, sinking that baby all the way in. Oh what a great feeling. I said, “Now slowly move in and out, Jason.” “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, “I’m in your ass!” I thought, “Do you dress yourself in the morning?” I started to think I had some kind of effect on guys that made their brains slow down or something.
“You sure are,” I panted as I approached another climax, “Does this feel good for you?” Before he could answer he thrust hard into me and cried out, “Shit!” and came in a series of hard jerks. That did it for me. His cum lubed my ass so he slid in and out easier, and that started me on a long, lovely cum. I collapsed on the bed, Jason following on my back, his cock still in my ass. He was having little aftershocks as I squeezed and released his cock with my butt muscles.
“Ma’am, did you mean what you said about coming over again?” I said, “As much as we can.” That boy sure loved to fuck.