She realizes how much she has missed his touch.
He doesn’t take her panties off, but instead, pushes it to one side so that her pussy is revealed. Then he penetrates her with one swift stroke and seals his mouth on hers before she can cry out. This time, the pleasure is instantaneous. I must be getting used to his girth, she thinks. Their coupling is frantic and graceless. Her ears have too much of a blood rush in them for her to hear what the supermarket workers in the next room are saying, but it sounds as though they may come in here anytime soon.
But she is too lost in her own pleasure to do anything but let him pound into her. There are no niceties this time – just a good, hard fuck where both of them will derive the maximal amount of pleasure in the shortest period of time. The smell of sex from their joined organs mingles with the air of the stockroom.
“Need two cartons of Stella Artois over at Aisle 7!” says someone who is striding through the passage. His shadow is thrown against the wall.
The urgency to finish sends her over the edge. She tips herself over to orgasm as she clutches as his neck and shoulders tightly.
“Ohhhh!”
Her cry explodes something inside Lucien as well, and he climaxes as a stock boy carrying a box comes into the room.
“Oh!” he says in surprise.
Lucien uncouples from her and smoothens down her skirt. Her panties are still askew and she is flushed and bothered and very embarrassed.
The boy backs away as quickly as he came.
“Sorry,” he calls out, although they should be the ones who are supposed to apologize for being in a place they shouldn’t.
“No problem,” Lucien calls back. He chortles as he rips off the condom, drops it into a trash receptacle by a shelf and tucks his penis back into his pants. “You decent?”
Her cheeks are burning hot. She checks herself. She left her purse out there in the trolley, and she hopes no one has made off with it. But this town is known for a very low theft rate. Unsolved killings, yes, but a very low theft rate.
“I think so.”
“Great. Then let’s go before we get into trouble.” He grins.
They check themselves out of the stock room. The trolley is still there with her purse and groceries. A woman with a funny straw hat more suited for a vacation in the Bahamas gives them a funny look as she selects a carton of milk. But other than that, no one seems to be perturbed.
The excitement of unrestrained and unexpected sex stays with her through the rest of their shopping journey. Lucien is still on a high, and his hands run down her back often, craving the contact with her.
When they reach the checkout counter, Lucien takes out his wallet.
“No, Lucien. This is mine.” She withdraws her wallet from her purse.
The girl at the checkout counter does a double take at the sight of Lucien. No doubt someone who looks the way he does doesn’t line up at her aisle often.
“I have my cheese somewhere in there,” he says.
“It’s only one packet of cheese. I have a whole load of groceries.” She says firmly. She doesn’t want theirs to be that kind of relationship.
Would what they are doing constitute a relationship? So far, it has only been incredibly hot sex.
They are holding up the line, and so he finally concedes. “OK, but let me take you out to dinner.”
He helps her push the trolley out to the parking lot.
“I can’t tonight. Jared is expecting me.”
“Tomorrow?”
“For more sex?” she teases.
He has the grace to look abashed. “Look, Shannon, I know we’ve had hot sex twice already, but that’s not the reason I want to see you again. OK, maybe partially the reason.”
They are treading on careful ground here, she knows. They are dancing around each other.
“Then what’s the main reason?” she asks.
They have reached her car, and he appears nonplussed and at a loss for words. She waits for him to speak.
He laughs and runs a hand through his blond hair. “I don’t know it myself,” he confesses, and she senses honesty in his words. “It’s just that I like talking to you and being with you, even when we are not having sex.” He shrugs. “Is it so wrong to want to see more of you?”
He is right. She is not pressing him for a commitment or anything. They are just two young people who happen to like each other’s company. No point in making elaborate plans for a future which might never materialize.
“I can do dinner tomorrow,” she says. She has to admit she wants to see him too. A whole lot more of him.
The nagging image of the handsome doctor treads on her mind.
Stop it!
“Great,” he says. “Can I see you safely home? I can drive behind you to make sure you are OK until you get home. Where is your home anyway? We have so much to catch up on.”