The heat this summer has been unbearable. For two weeks straight I have kicked the heavy duvet off but the problem is that I cannot sleep without something covering me. I tried to use a blanket but that was no good, it wasn’t heavy enough for me so I decided that I would go and buy myself a summer duvet. They are thicker and heavier than the blanket I used but a lot less heavier and cooler than my usual duvet.

I hadn’t seen any in the local supermarkets so decided that I would pop out of town to ASDA as they generally have stuff which the my local stores don’t have. Plus I don’t really like shopping locally as I end up stopping and talking to people I know which extends a job which should only take a few minutes. Don’t get me wrong, I do like people, I have many great friends but I just don’t enjoy shopping and don’t want to talk to them when I am shopping.Talking to people prolongs the pain and agony of shopping. I want to get in, get done and get home. What is wrong with that?

The nearest ASDA is in a small market town roughly eight miles away. I threw on a fairly tight curve accentuating orange dress, grabbed my handbag, jumped into the car and headed off out of town. The drive took less than twenty five minutes. I pulled into ASDA’s car park and turned to go into the furthest section as it was less crammed with cars.

I never understood why people insist on parking as close to the doors as possible. I mean… I see people spending ten minutes trying to squeeze their cars into tight spots or waiting for other cars to move just so they avoid walking a few extra feet. Some of them are gymfit people who will no doubt go to the gym after shopping then run miles on a treadmill.

I personal find an easy parking spot, throw the car in and walk. I often walk past those still struggling to park up and can be half way through my shopping before they even enter the store. Anyway I digress…

I found an empty parking spot with no cars either side so I quickly dumped the car between the lines – sort of – and climbed out. As I closed the car door I became aware of a guy waving at me. Across the road was a pub and there was a guy in a green T-shirt and shorts sat at a table outside the front waving at me. My eyesight isn’t great at a distance and I couldn’t see who it was. Was it someone who knew me or maybe they thought they knew me?

I glanced over but couldn’t imagine who would know me out here so I ignored them and turned to go to the store. I won’t tell you about my time shopping, I bought a few bits mainly food but sadly there were no summer duvets so I wasn’t happy about that. Argos have them so I thought I’d have to call there on the way home.

As I approached the car I spotted the same man in the green T-shirt waving at me again. He had seen me walking back and started waving. This time he was standing up. I was intrigued so after putting the shopping on the back seat I locked the car and crossed the road to see who it was. As I got closer I realised that I didn’t know him. I carried on walking towards him. He sat down and waved me to come closer.

“Why are you waving at me?” I asked.

“To get your attention of course,” he replied. “I wondered if you would like to join me for a drink.”

“But I don’t know you.” I replied.

“Not yet you don’t, hence why I wanted you to join me for a drink. That way I can get to know you. What can I get you? Glass of wine?”

I should have said no thanks and walked away but I didn’t. I don’t know why but I answered his question with I’ll have a sparkling water please.

He jumped up, pulled a chair out for me then ran off inside to the bar to get drinks. I sat down looked around then thought to myself what am I doing? I had just sat down and agreed to have a drink with a guy who I had only just met while my hubby was at work unaware.

He return with a pint of beer for himself and a bottle of sparkling water for me. He sat down next to me. Putting his hand out he introduced himself as Tony. I took his hand, lightly shook it and told him I was Lolli.

He had a strong scouse accent, I luuuurve the scouse accent. He told me he was here for work and that he was staying in the area for several months. He was working nights erecting scaffolding at a local power station. He put the emphasis on the word erecting when he told me, he kind of purred it with a wink.

“So why did you wave me?”

“I saw you get out of the car and thought WOW.”

“You did? Why?”

“That tight dress you are wearing, showing off your curves. Instantly made me think sex. As soon as I saw you I started to get a boner.”

“Really?”

I don’t know if I should have left as soon as he started talking about erections but I didn’t.

“As soon as I saw you look up I began to wave. My arm was in the air waving before I was even aware. It was just a subconscious drive,” he said in that strong sexy scouse accent. It was then that he placed his hand on my knee and slid it up a couple of inches pushing the hem of my dress up a little.

As soon as he did that I opened my legs. I didn’t think about doing it, it was a subconscious drive just like Tony had be talking about. Seeing my legs part he slid his hand up along my thigh and then lowered it down until his fingers were touching my white cotton thong. I instantly felt a tingle between my legs. My knickers began to moisten. I was getting wet. He rubbed his fingertips up and down the white cotton gusset of my thong. I opened my legs a little more.

I realised that my eyes were half closed. I opened them to see an old couple sitting on a table a couple of metres away. I am sure they had seen what was going on and had looked away in disgust. I smiled, that excited me even more. Tony pulled at my knickers pulling them to one side. I felt one of his fingers delve a little deeper between my wet lips.

I felt a gentle flow of warm air on my neck and shoulder. Tony had leaned in closer to whisper into my ear.

“My place isn’t far from here you know. We could go there and have some fun.”

I don’t know why I didn’t say no, I should have done but I muttered uh-huh and nodded. Hubby was busy at work and had no idea that I was sat outside a pub with a stranger being touched up.

Well actually I do know why I didn’t say no, I was horny as hell and wanted a fuck. Besides, I have talked to hubby about this before, we have happily swung with other couples, it’s only sex as he would say. I was told he would be ok with it but there was one condition, if I ever did meet anyone for a fuck without him I had to send him photos. Which I thought was a fair deal. Well now was the time to see if he actually meant it or whether he would hit the roof when he found out.

Tony removed his hand from between my legs, stood up and held out his hand to help me up. I could see by looking at his shorts that he was excited. In fact he looked very excited.

“You’re driving,” he said.

We crossed the road towards ASDA’s car park still chatting.

“You were just after a free taxi wasn’t you?” I replied smiling.

“Wellllllllll yes, that and having my cock sucked.”

“Oh yes, who said anything about sucking your cock?”

“Well if you want me to part the lower lips with my fingers and cock then you need to part the upper lips too.”

“Ok,” I said while unlocking the car. “We have a deal.”

Tony only lived a few minutes away, he directed me to where I needed to go and we were soon pulling up outside the house he shared with his workmates.

He exited the car first. I followed.

“Not bottled it then?” he asked with a cheeky grin.

“No chance, I’ve come this far so I might as well go the whole way and enjoy the ride. If you know what I mean.” I smiled back at Tony.

“You’ll definitely enjoy this ride.” Tony winked at me then lead us up the short drive to the front door. Unlocking the door he stepped to the side and let me through first.

“Welcome,” he said. “Would you like a drink first or would you like to just go straight upstairs?”

“Upstairs,” I replied. “I’m not here for a drink.”

Tony pointed towards the stairs “Ok then, you can lead the way.”

I hadn’t climbed more than a couple of steps when I felt my dress lift up.

“Hmmmmmm nice,” he purred. “I wanted to watch your arse as you climb the stairs.”

“And do you like what you see?”

“Oh god yes. Yes I do. I can’t wait to bury my face inside you.”

I felt his hands grab my arse. A hand on each cheek. He squeezed then pushed me up the stairs trying to get me to the bedroom quicker. His room was at the end of the landing. We passed another bedroom door which was open ajar. I only noticed it because I wasn’t sure where we were heading at first.

Still pushing me from behind he directed me through the end door into his bedroom.

I turned around to face him. He came close and we began to kiss. It was raw, it was hot and it was passionate. This was carnal lust and I loved it. We kissed deep with a lot of tongue action. It was crazy, it was fantastic.

Tony’s hands were running up and down my body. Both hands under my dress touching my skin. Up and down my back focusing a lot of time on my arse. They came round the front and he took both of my tits in his large hands. He squeezed thee both and pulled at my nipples. Without warning he pushed me backwards onto the bed.

I landed with a bounce on his soft mattress. He was down on his knees like a shot, my dress pushed up over my belly, his hands grabbing at my tits and his face buried between my thighs. I felt the tip of his nose trace the gusset followed by his hot breath as he began to run his tongue over my white cotton knickers.

Squeezing at my tits and pulling on my nipples he continued to kiss and lick around my knickers for a few seconds before moving his hands down and started pulling my pants down. I closed my legs so that he could slide them up and off my legs. As soon as they were off I reopened my legs and exposed my open wet pussy to him. He dived back in. His tongue running across my lips before delving in deeper. He licked up and touched my clit.

I groaned and closed my eyes. Reaching down I placed one hand on his head and I played with my tits with the other. My fingers curled around his hair I gripped hard as his tongue work intensified. With one hand pulling my pussy open at the top he licked and sucked hard at my clit while slipping a finger from his other hand deep inside my wet hole.

I was loving it. Not once did I think about poor Pops at work unaware at what I was doing. As far as he was concerned I was probably still shopping in ASDA.

Tony continued to work my pussy for a few minutes while I worked my tits. The combination of pulling at my nipples while Tony fingered and licked me sent shivers through my whole body. I could feel my skin tighten and goosebump. I became aware that I was groaning aloud with pleasure when Tony asked do you liked that?

Tony stood up and undressed. I climbed off the bed and pulled my orange dress up and over my head. I dropped it on the floor then removed my white matching bra. I dropped that onto the orange dress and stood fully naked in front of Tony, a man I had only just met some 30 minutes earlier.

Standing naked bar his socks (why do guys like to keep their socks on during sex?) I could see Tony was excited. His cock was rock hard and glistening with pre cum.

“Hmmmmmm get on the bed,” I ordered. “It’s my turn to do something.” I emphasised the word something so that Tony knew what was coming.

He laid out on his back and opened his legs a little. I climbed back onto the bed this time on all fours. I positioned myself over him and took his hard cock in my hand. Rubbing it up and down I looked Tony in the eyes, smiled, opened my mouth a little then lowered myself down onto him. My tongue touched his fat bell end first. I circled the tip a few times then moved down. My lips touching his bell end they closed to a kiss. I pushed down and my lips slipped down over his shaft. They followed the contours of his cock as if they were fitted with suspensions. They moulded around his cock perfect.

I started to pull back up and then push down. At first I worked his cock slow. Stopping every now and then the to run my tongue up and down his cock and around his helmet. I wrapped my lips around his cock again and started to work his cock harder and faster. I could hear him moan.