IN THE SUPER MARKET. My spirit was oppressed by the tormenting memory of my exalted lover... that unique being who emerg

IN THE SUPER MARKET. My spirit was oppressed by the tormenting memory of my exalted lover... that unique being who emerged angelically from the routine and sterile amorphous mass of those who proliferate like wild grass on the plains, withering in the boiling heat of summer... grass that does not even provide food. My being fiercely needed it to live, tormented by the loneliness and dullness left by others... I was lying in my bed with the sheets choked with perspiration, my legs separated after multiple orgasms... in the painful ordeal of someone who drinks trying to quench their thirst without success, due to the anguishing sensation of an inexplicable lack. I remove the vibrator lodged inside me, sizzling viscously as it comes out. The clitoris is so sensitive that it responds even to the passage of air from the fan, causing small and agitated spasms. During my bath, I obtain other orgasms by bending my knees, the cold water shakes my spine, but in each one, the memory returns, and the rejection of the others who passed through my life like conglomerates of thorns dragged by the desert blizzards. My beautiful floral cotton dress, without a bra and only a silky Brazilian-cut panty that appears discreetly but erotically, highlighting my buttocks standing up to the sweet swing of my walk. Suddenly, an idea crosses my mind: Go to the market and wear my active vibrator inside, attached to my underwear, made to simultaneously caress the clitoris and vagina... Once in the market, among the shelves and choosing products, I am violently shaken by the electric shocks of other orgasms. The idea of seeing people in the eyes, and them fortuitously colliding their gaze with mine, gives it a twist of adventure, between the desire to be discovered, and the anguish to avoid it. It is a sublime idea that perhaps provides relief from the anguish of my lover's absence. Three convulsions cause me to stop, gripping the grocery cart tightly, lowering my head, while I ponder whether that was a good idea after all, I notice the erection of my nipples: the skin stretched to the maximum, giving it the texture and appearance of a cherry, while the corpuscles surrounding my areolas, bristling, outlined through the fabric of the dress. I arch my eyebrows and I can't open my eyelids completely, definitely despite my struggle to appreciate myself as normal I can't do it. Mouth half open and discreetly panting, drool thick dehydrated, I bite my lower lip in efforts to stifle the screams that threaten. My forehead and my upper lip, diamond with sweat, the jugulars stinging and bluish from the pounding of the blood flowing with great force, the heart racing and the abundant hair somewhat disheveled... Seconds later, I detect a man's voice: "Madam...ma'am... are you okay? Other people approached, and I was afraid of being discovered (a discreet hum from the device stuck in my vagina could be heard)... I respond with a hesitant "yes"... while the man insists on accompanying me to pay and helping me with my errand to my compact car... It was a very strange feeling, but in the face of the danger of being discovered, the intensity of my sexual spasms increased, satisfying me incredibly. That was what 25 to maybe 30 shakes before these, I was hoping to get... The cashier gives me preference as well as the other customers who watch me compassionately making my way. My saliva is sticky and my tongue is rough like sandpaper, resembling a beautiful golden salamander, ready to spread its long membrane sparklingly towards an insect. My tears finally flow in response to a psychological orgasm that had not been able to emerge. This moves my noble and fortuitous helper even more to compassion, who senses serious physical and moral damage that afflicts me (which to a certain extent is true). On the way to the car, the man – very tall by the way – holds my arm, and helps me get in, after depositing my household supplies in the trunk of the car. At that moment, once sitting behind the wheel, and listening to the man tell me a thousand things, a ray of grateful compensation towards him crosses my mind... I do not know in those moments if it will be well received, it is possible that my passionate outburst will be poorly appreciated, censored and criticized, but lifting my dress, before the embarrassed and surprised sight of my gallant gentleman, I lower my panties with sensual movements, and I remove the device whose hum of a huge bumblebee can now be heard clearly and widely, and then emitting a moan of pleasure, I abandon myself to the back of the seat of my car, and proceed to place it on my clitoris, convulsing and crying with subliminal emotion... I see through the side window of my car half open, the face of incredible stupor drawn on the face of my savior, he swallows hard, and a generous bulge is visible through his pants, a few centimeters from my face. I proceed to lower the glass completely, and give the man a condom, and he, confused but very excited, well covered from the gaze of others due to the distance of my parked car, and from the iridescent shelter of reddish hues of the afternoon that confuses the shadows, removes his swollen penis, with difficulty due to the erection. He does not know exactly what will happen, and only proceeds to put on the condom with a trembling hand, and I, like the voracious salamander that I mentioned, imprison the enormous worm that is to nourish me; wrapping it inside my mouth, while with one hand I caress the man's swollen testicles, the noble lord moving around like a badly wounded animal. Fortunately, no one approaches, and the other people and cars pass by quickly in the rush to get home, without realizing our presence. The uncertainty of being seen increases the emotion. My occasional lover holds on to the awning and door of my car with both hands, and I fear that he could hurt himself because of the thrusts he makes due to the uncontrollable spasms of his ejaculation, shaking my mini-cooper from side to side. I look at his face: it resembles mine at that moment, exhibiting the vivid passionate agony of a white gaze between half-closed eyelids, rising to the grateful sky. My ass, with its panties halfway up the thigh, was standing pointing towards the other window so that it could better lick the succulent delicacy, moving rhythmically, it's a shame that my lover couldn't see it... Immediately afterwards, without thinking for a moment, I quickly sit down, put my car in gear, raise the electric window, apply reverse, and leave with my dress rolled up to my waist and my panties puddled mid-leg (there will be time to fix them), with the device resting close to my pubes. I see my unexpected lover standing and still with his penis erect and the condom in place, which, due to the weight of the seminal fluid, provokes a grotesque thought in me: the memory of the head of a dead chicken wobbling under its own weight... The man proceeds to follow me in a clear attempt to know who I am, perhaps to ask me to see us again, in short... so many confusing and real things that plague us in those moments, the reason being unclear due to the acute but invigorating sexual sensation, the wonderful accidental contact between a beautiful lady full of eroticism, dulled by a sensuality that she was not able to vent despite the multiple orgasms poured out in a single afternoon, and finally achieved in just one in the supermarket, and the that man, whose routine life, of a family man who comes home to meet a woman fed up with life, asexual and gray, while he and I, involved in an incredible sexual adventure by chance of fate, in a divine instant, enjoy a true gift from the gods, a sublime balm for our mortal existence.