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A Trip to the Drugstore

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 26 Nov 2018 1 comments
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ThickSixMan I was totally out of Albolene. I�d been horny as hell lately�when your girlfriend lives 2500 miles away, and you only get to see each other every two or three months, this does tend to happen. I�d been jacking every day, often twice or more. So I needed more lube. I stopped in the local drugstore on the way home from work, grabbed a jar, and approached the checkout counter. The clerk was not someone who would turn your head on the sidewalk, but she wasn�t bad, either. Probably mid thirties, just slightly on the plump side but still pleasantly built, with nice reddish-brown hair. What struck me immediately, though, was the slightly mischievous look on her face. She looked at the jar, looked at me, looked at the jar again. An impish smile crossed her face. �OK, what�s with that smirk?� I said. �I bet I know what that�s for,� she replied. Probably not too men come in and buy makeup remover. �Wanna lend me a hand?� I said, really not knowing how she�d respond. I figured she either wouldn�t get it, or be offended. Her response was delightfully encouraging. �I get off at eight.� �And I have a feeling I�ll be getting off, too,� I said. She nodded as her grin widened. I had a couple hours to kill. I got a bite to eat and just drove around, wondering what the chances were that this would actually happen. But sure enough, as I drove up to the front of the store, there she was. I rolled down the window. �My car�s right over there,� she said. �Follow me to the park.� It was only a couple miles away, and by now it was nice and dark. We parked next to each other. She got out of her car and climbed into mine, and slid up next to me. I was glad I had bench seats. �Ooh, you�re already hard,� she said as she unzipped me. My pants and shorts were on the floor in no time. �I love hard cocks�, she said as she took a dip of lube from the fresh jar and spread it on me. �And I love giving handjobs.� And she was good. Damn good. She started slowly, with a wonderful technique of squeezing just a bit tighter near the tip, and rotating her wrist as she stroked up and down. I had hoped to extend the pleasure for a while, and I figured I might be able to, having jacked that morning in bed before my morning shower. But she was too skilled. As her pace quickened, I know I couldn�t hold out. Involuntarily, my back arched, and I exploded all over her hand, dribbling on the upholstery. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, as she squeezed hard, cum oozing over her fingers. I couldn�t speak�only a long moan. �I�d better go,� she said as she cleaned up. �My husband�s gonna wonder what happened to me.� Totally spent, I watched her drive off. And realized that I hadn�t even asked for her phone number. And I didn�t know her name. But I did know where to find her. I had a feeling I�d be running another drugstore errand very soon�.