A woman decides to show a young bag boy at her local supermarket what sex is all about before he departs for college

I love going out wearing my jogging outfit, mid-calf
black Speedos stretched tight against my vulva; showing
a deep crease. Sometimes, I’ll see guys, (and gals)
walking past me with their eyes glued to my crotch as
I run by, and I enjoy seeing them “getting a rise”
over it.

I was wearing just such an outfit last summer when I
went grocery shopping at my usual store. I like shop-
ping there, and had become familiar with one of the
bag-boys. He was 17, tall, a red head and lanky. I
noticed he always made an effort to be the one to bag
my groceries and take them out to my car.

He told me about his new motorcycle, and that he was
going off to college in September. That’s when I
started seeing him as a young man and not a kid. I
also got the feeling he had a crush on me, with all
that attention. I figured that he fantasized about me,
lying awake at night, jerking off; dreaming about
having sex with me. (I’m getting wet.)

That’s why that one crazy July day I decided to see
how far he’d go. I chose a time where it was the slow
part of the afternoon, and deliberately parked my car
at the far end of the parking lot, with no cars around.

As we were slowly walking out with the cart, I kept on
innocently prattling on, pretending not to notice the
huge bulge in his cut-offs, making him walk kind of
funny, as he kept eyeing the rapidly widening crease
between my legs. (Remember those Speedos.)

As he started loading the bags in the back seat, I
started trembling at the enormity of what I was about
to attempt — afraid of how he would react, and not
quite sure how to begin. I noticed he was quite
flushed and nervous as I coyly asked him if a handsome
young man like him had any girlfriends?

He stammered that he hadn’t, and at this point, we
were just standing there looking at each other’s
crotches, not caring that we were being obvious. It
was an electric moment, and I decided it would up to
me to take the initiative, if we were ever going to
do the things we both so badly wanted to.

Taking a deep breath, I said, “Well Chuck, If I was
your girlfriend, do you know what I’d do to you?”

He nervously asked, “What?”

I quickly sat down in my car, with trembling hands
reached over, pulled down his zipper, popped the
button open, and yanked his shorts almost down to his
knees! Then I said, “I’d give him some relief and suck
his dick!”

He had a cute, boyish member, and I was pleased to
find that he was uncut, and proudly jutted straight
out from a hairy, red thicket. With trembling fingers,
I reached out and pulled his stiff standard into my
mouth with one hand, pulling him against my face by
grabbing his butt with the other.

Actually, for a moment, I was a little put off; as
I retracted his prepuce, he wasn’t as clean under
there as I would have preferred, but by then I was
so hot I didn’t really care, and after a bit I began
to enjoy his taste. I didn’t have to wait to taste
something else too…

As you probably know, a teenage male is ALL glands,
and he blew his semen down my throat like I never
would have believed possible! As much as I swallow,
it went everywhere — down my chin, down my neck,
in my hair, in his pubes! I guess his knees got wobbly
and he slumped across the roof to keep from collapsing,
poor fella.

The last thing I remember him saying before I left
was, “Gosh Miss Davis that was AWESOME!”

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