I closed my eyes and pushed my ass back into every one of his forward stabs, relishing how full my cunt felt with his huge boner hammering in and out of it. As I stood there fitting my key into the lock, I could feel his hands on my hips as he subtly pressed his groin up against my ass. I had married well….my husband made quite a bit of money….so much that I didn’t have to work, and I loved the financial comfort and independence that afforded me. About a week after my 30th birthday, I was shopping at the local mall on a typical Monday. We weren’t entirely out of sight from others in the garage, but we were mostly hidden, and I don’t think either of us would’ve stopped at that point, regardless. I wasn’t paying enough attention as I was leaving Nordstrom with my latest purchase, and I ran smack into a guy who was walking past the store entrance at the same time I was exiting. Then, with one hand on my ass, he used his other hand to unzip his pants and pull out his thick shaft, stroking it a few times with his hand.
