I Always Leave My Panties at Home

bound to be some riot going on. If you get my drift, you don't, well, then allow me to go in depth. The other day, I told my husband that I was heading out to buy some household items at Costco. He asked that I pick up a bottle of white wine when I can. I said, sure, honey. It was a Saturday and he had little to nothing to do besides watch some sports and mind the kids while I'm gone, which usually serves me best because my little ones are always eager to go out with me, thus spoiling whatever

intended fun I might have. It's a good thing that they're little and know nothing about their mom's freaky lifestyle. Hopefully some day they'll learn. That's if they don't stumble upon my only fans channels some day, or worst, one of their friends might show it to them. The way kids are learning new things these days, especially when it comes to the Internet, you just never know, such as the fear any mother like me would have, but it's ever enough to stop us from living our life. Thank God.

Hopefully when that day arrives, my husband and I would know what to do. I'm not afraid of it, even though it does worry me somewhat. But enough of that. I kissed my husband and said goodbye to my kids, then grabbed my handbag and car keys and left the house. I got into the car, dropped my handbag in the passengers, then lifted my dress to examine myself. I wasn't wearing any panties. That's how I usually do whenever I'm stepping out.

I love to feel a warm breeze between my legs, especially whenever I'm walking, though I'd much prefer if I were without clothes, but out of the risk of getting arrested, this was a better alternative. Always it's a better way to attract men to glance in my direction, wouldn't you agree? I started the car, eased out of the driveway, and then I was off to Costco that was located across town from where I lived. The drive was nearly an hour,

and I arrived there evening was fast approaching. Usually the Costco establishment was awfully packed up during the week ends, but today seemed to be an exception. I found plenty of empty spaces to park, and I eased my car into one, turned off the engine, grabbed my handbag and stepped down. There weren't many people around, which was too bad, as I was itching under my clothes and would have loved to flash myself at any one, especially a suitable man. I slammed my door shut and then made for the

Costco building. It didn't take long for me to gather the items I came to purchase. I pushed my cart to the checkout counter, made payment, then gathered up my bags and headed towards the exit. One of the bags tore open underneath and spilled the items inside. Lucky for me, a man who worked there came to my rescue. He helped me with scooping my items and helped me with putting them into a new bag. I thanked him for the assistance, and he willingly agreed to help carry the

bags for me. We left the building and I couldn't help making conversation with the young man as he approached the direction where I'd left my car. His name was Casey and he was in college. He appeared somewhat shy and laughed nervously while I tear about how handsome he looked. I dared to ask if he had a girlfriend. He said he recently broke up with his former. I said

to him that he probably deserved someone better. We got to my car and I accepted the bags from him, but then I allowed my hand bag to fall from my grasp. I bent down to pick it, while also lifting up my dress to expose my naked rump to him. I happened to view Casey through my side mirror. He stood two feet behind me and stood petrified, like he couldn't move. He stared at me with a dazed expression

on his face. Obviously he liked what he had seen. Boops, I muttered and pushed down my dress after picking up my handbag, as if only then realizing how much of a slut I was. Sorry, I hope I didn't startle you, ma'am. You you've got no panties on, he said incredulously. His face looked caught up in a blush, like he would explode any minute. I always prefer leaving my panties at

home whenever I'm outside, I explained. Since you've been a kind gentleman to me, I think it's fair if I gave you a reward, Could you, by chance take a break from work and give me a few minutes of your time? I promise I'll make it worth your While I was standing so close to him, I could inhale his breath, I slid my hand across his crotch and was rewarded by his heart on pressing against his genes.

He looked confused, like he was attempting to compute whether to accept my offer of blow his load right there? And then? What do you say, Casey? Do you think they'll be looking for you right now? Um? No, No, I think they someone can cover for me. Where would you want us to go? How about you get into the passenger's seat first while we decide on that. Casey's smile took over his face as he then took off his costco jacket and went around to the passenger side.

I threw my purchased items into the booth, then got into the car, started the engine, and eased out of the parking space. I had no idea where to go, except I knew it wouldn't be safe carrying out further exposure in the Costco parking grounds. Casey suggested somewhere close by, some place private, not far from the area. I drove out of the vicinity, took a right turn back onto the main road, and after two kilometers, pulled into an

empty lot that was overgrown by weeds and refuse. I had a good view of the Costco building, including the sunset happening in the background. I off the engine and gestured at Casey to get into the back seat. His jenes were down his waist with his cock at attention by the time I joined him and shut the door. I lowered my head onto his lap and got busy sucking him. I lifted my dress to further expose MI nudity.

Casey reached over my shoulder to squeeze my tits. As his breathing quickened, I cupped his balls and widened my mouth to consume his cock. Further from his gasping breath. I knew I had him in my power, and yet I had to work quickly so as not to get him fired from his job. I came up for air and pushed my hair from my face. Then Casey assisted me to get on top of him. His hands disappeared under my dress to grasp my buttocks. As I adjusted my frame on top of him while working his cock

between my thighs, his cock slipped inside me. I wiggled my buttocks for him to get better traction. My tits pressed against Casey's face, and our breathing took on more effort. As I got busy writing him, we fell into a near perfect rhythm. I upped my pace and began writing him harder, wanting his cock to get me further. The windows were partly open, but within minutes of us screwing, the back seat was heating up like an oven, and

the car rocked consistently with our rhythm. I ground my butt against Casey, thrusting my pelvis back and forth while he jerked his thighs in frantic pace to match me. He kissed and sucked my tits, groaning while he did. My eyes squeezed shut as he held him strong, loving the feel of his cock buried deep inside my count We were firing on all cylinders, upping our pace and gasping phrenetically. The vehicle jerked with our movement. Our breathing

clouded up the windows. I regretted not having left on the air conditioner. I felt his cock start to expand inside me and knew he was seconds from coming. I rode him harder, wanting to feel his com explode inside me. Eventually he did, and the moment felt terrific. Minutes later, I got a box of wet wipes out of the glove compartment and I helped to clean Casey before allowing him to wear back his clothes. You aren't going to clean yourself, don't worry about me, I said, someone will

do a better job for me. Come on, let me drop you off. We left the back seat and I got behind the wheel, started the car and dropped him off at the Costco entrance and waved goodbye to him before driving off. I pulled into my driveway and the front door opened, and my kids scampered out to greet me. I allowed them to grab the grocery bags out of the booth while rushing into the house. My husband was in the living room and gave me a curious look

as I grabbed his arm and pulled him along. He said nothing until I got him into the bedroom and locked the door. He read the look on my face and knew instantly that I had been naughty. You aren't going to believe the fun I had minutes ago, darling, I lifted my dress for him to see the dry rivers of come spilling down my thighs. I brought you a taste, I added. My husband was agog with surprise. He dropped to his knees and spent several minutes kissing

and licking every inch of my thighs. I spread my legs and held up my dress while he fed on my pussy. I experienced a sensuous climax while he ate my dry We had to stop as our kids were banging on the door demanding our presence. We promised to continue later that night and went to see about dinner.