Chapter 1169: What a Mess! 3K

Chapter 1169: What a Mess! 3K



Back on the other side of the store, Susan and Suzanne were in the bread section, actually doing some shopping while they waited for some of the other customers near them to clear out. There were many more customers than they had expected at such an early hour.

Susan got panicky whenever a male got close. She often would cling to Suzanne as if for protection. She'd hardly been out of the house for something like a shopping trip in the last week, and had changed so much in that short time she could scarcely remember how to act in public.

Finally, she decided the coast was clear and said, "Where were we? Oh yes. I believe you were telling me how my Tiger was under my dress."

Suzanne was amazed at her changeable emotions, but she took her remote control out and upped the settings on the Televibe. "No, actually. He decided that was too risky. He's standing behind you now. Can you feel a hand slowly drawing down your back? That's his hand. Even under all those clothes, you look so good that he can't help but touch you and caress you."

Susan closed her eyes. She visibly shivered all over and a thrill of electricity ran up and down her spine. "And then?" she asked breathlessly.

"Then his hand moves down to your ass. Tiger wants to get your attention and you know how he does that, don't you?"

Susan's whole body trembled as she imagined Alan "getting her attention" by kneading her buttocks and then invading her always lubed and ready asshole with one powerful, penetrating thrust. The Televibe aside, just thinking of that practically made her cum.

Suzanne upped Susan's Televibe speed a bit more. "His hand closes around the luscious round globe of- I don't know. Don't you think wheat bread is better? Something organic?"

Susan opened her eyes in confusion. She saw Suzanne holding a loaf of French bread and trying to act and sound like a shopper because another woman was standing just a few feet away.

But Susan was so aroused she wasn't deterred, especially since the intruder was a woman. She leaned forward and asked Suzanne in a sensuous voice, "What are you holding there? It seems very phallic, don't you think? Bring it down below your waist and imagine that's Sweetie's you-know-what. Now he's all hot for you. His big... loaf can sense how needy you are. You have a very needy, uh, muffin, don't you? Hee-hee, what a good word for the bread section. He's homing in on your muffin like a heat seeking missile 'cos it's so HOT!"

Throwing caution to the wind, Susan upped Suzanne's Televibe to its highest setting and closed in so she could whisper right into Suzanne's ear. "You know how BOLD and commanding Alan can be. If he wants a pussy, he gets it. He's relentless and unstoppable! And right now, he wants YOU! Right here, right over, well, how about over that display table full of cheeses? He's going to bend you over doggy-style and take you right here in the store! What do you think of that?"

Suzanne was suddenly so aroused that she didn't know what to do. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that the woman shopper, who had an oversized figure and was probably in her fifties, was clearly eavesdropping and even drifting a bit closer. There were several other people elsewhere in the bread section who were liable to notice them at any time. She tried to fight back. She thought, With Susan so out of control lately, I've got to stay in control. But dammit, her words are so exciting! Why can't I have a little fun too sometimes?

She replied in hushed tones, "No! You're wrong! He's after YOU! His cock, uh, it's sliding up and down your ass crack. And, uh... He's going to, uh..." She was trying to redirect the fantasy back onto Susan, but her pussy didn't want her to. She was conflicted and thoroughly aroused, so her thoughts were scattered.

"No he isn't," Susan said with surprising determination, walking into Suzanne's personal space and backing her into the table of breads behind her. "At least not until he's done with you. He IS a tiger and you're his prey. It doesn't matter where you go, you can't escape his demanding, big, thick COCK!" She suddenly put her hand on one of Suzanne's breasts.

Suzanne was so shocked by the unexpected touching that she dropped the loaf of French bread she'd been carrying. She quickly turned to the older woman nearby and caught the woman blatantly staring at her. Their eyes briefly locked and then the other woman looked down away, embarrassed. But the woman still lingered near to see what these two strange buxom beauties would do next.

Suzanne tried to push Susan away some because their faces were practically touching and she felt trapped between Susan and the table. She hissed, "Calm down, woman! Don't make a scene!"

Susan looked around and saw several people staring at them. They happened to be all females, but still she had enough sense to realize she was going too far. She took her hand off of Suzanne's breast and tried to cool herself down.

However, she wasn't successful for very long. She quietly said, "Sorry, but I'm so HOT! This Televibe has me so wet and I'm just getting all excited with this sexy talk! I mean, wouldn't it be great if our Tiger really WAS here and he just decided to plow you right here, in the middle of everything and everyone? He'd pull those tight jeans down and ram his big log into your helpless cunt over and over and over! Imagine him taking you all the way, filling your tight little gash with one deep, powerful stroke!" Remembering the Televibe, she frantically fumbled at the controls until she managed to change the settings (although, again, she was changing them at random).

She continued, "And what could people do about it? NOTHING!" She waved a hand through the air dismissively. "All these women here, they'd get so hot that they'd all be frigging themselves too. And then he'd do me next, with everyone watching! He'd shove his-" Suzanne was panting and loving it, but at the same time more in tune with reality. She interrupted, "Whoa, Nelly! Hold on! You're not exactly calming down. And you're not calming me down in the slightest. Let's get our Televibes and set them back to the lowest setting, okay?"

"Okay," Susan pouted. "Oh, poo. You're no fun." She looked around, forcing the women who had been furtively eyeing her to pretend to do something else. "And this sweater. Arrgh! It's choking me. And my nipples are so hard they hurt. I like these special clamps you gave me that can be worn under clothes without much notice, and it's nice not to be leaking everywhere. But the clamps pinch so much - they feel so good even as they feel so bad! I need to be naked and running wild! I need to be milked!"

"Sssh! Keep your voice down. People are staring again."

"Sorry. I'll try to control myself."

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people come."

Brenda started walking out, with the other two on each side of her like bodyguards. Her high

heels click-clicked on the hard tiles in contrast to their quiet sneakers. She giggled, "Actually, one of the guys hollering and clapping was the security guard who had come to investigate. He was REALLY investigating up close." She giggled some more.

They made it out of the store and back to the car without any trouble, though the employees

stuck behind the cash registers all stared at them in confusion.

When they got there, they just stood silent for a minute or two, recovering from the

excitement.

Finally, Susan said, "Hey Suzanne, what about our shopping? We left our cart in the middle of

one of the aisles."

"No big loss. I'm not going back in there. Who knows where the manager is, but I don't want

to find out. We'll just shop in a different store before going home. THIS time, without Televibes or decoys. What did we learn here, girls?"

Brenda suggested, "Cry for help when strange guys start groping you in public?" "Well, that is one thing, but not what I was going to suggest. I was going to say that we're not exactly ready for prime time in the real world. We're all too horny and excitable. Brenda, it wasn't just you going overboard; Susan and I were a little out of control too. I thought we were going to be so low key and undetectable. I've never shopped at this hour on Thanksgiving, and I thought the place would be deserted. We're lucky nothing bad

happened."

The other two hung their heads guiltily.

Brenda said, "I feel so bad. I deserve a big spanking."

Suzanne laughed heartily. "You certainly went all out in being a decoy, didn't you? I'm kind of

regretful that I missed your little show. Nice try, but remember that you get spankings when

you do something good, not bad."

"Oops," Brenda giggled. "Never mind. But the thing is, I do feel bad. I can't control myself.

It's like a horny switch got turned on inside of me a few weeks back and I can't turn it off." Suzanne said ruefully, "I know exactly what you mean. Unfortunately, the exact same thing has happened to all of us, myself included. We'd better be careful not to put ourselves in vulnerable positions with other men, at least until that horny switch gets turned down some. But let's worry about that later. Come on, gals, we've got a lot to do to prepare for the big

Thanksgiving meal, and now we're going to be running behind schedule. No more hanky- panky, is that clear?"

The other two nodded like scolded children.

Suzanne sighed and thought, It's a shame that I badly misjudged things. Now I probably will be too

embarrassed to shop here again, and ditto for Susan. Brenda definitely won't want to come back. I wish we had some place where we could play sexy games in public without consequences...