Carl's thoughts stray.

I can't believe that actually happened...

All throughout the way back to the car and unloading the groceries into the trunk, he couldn't stop shaking his head. By the time he was inside, he actually thought he popped a neck muscle somewhere.

"Screw yourself, Carl," the young man muttered at his tumultuous nether regions, hand on the wheel, "and get going."

He began to pull out, only to pause as a family stopped right behind his Subaru. Apparently, the tyke needed their shoe tied. Or something.

Carl mumbled absently to himself. "Shoot, I wish you guys would do this somewhere else..." He glanced at his watch. A whole minute for this was overdoing it, he'd say.

Meanwhile, his eye caught his reflection looking back at him, and he sighed. In the modest-appearing man's mental array, he failed to notice the mother outside pick up her daughter and scurry away with her husband. The daughter played with the older woman's hair, obliviously, as the family conveniently moved out of the way, for no other reason than well-placed instinct. Particularly the abnormally influenced kind.

Whatever the origins, it mattered not.

Carl, enveloped in his own world, was busy looking down at himself.

My hand... still... tingles.

Spuriously, he stuck said hand in his pocket, his fingers grazing the rock.

The touch of that ass.

That ass, touched in public...

...in damn public!

Shiver.

And... that woman being so... so carefree about it! About.. me checking her ass out... and letting me caress it...

Like a plane on autopilot, the shopper began massaging himself from inside his pants, subconsciously.

A groan escaped his lips.

I....

I just wish I had the chance to actually fuck her before leaving..!

Eyes closed shut, the teen, shame forgotten, fondled his groin through the inner textile of his pants in the seat of his car, in the middle of a public lot underneath the morning sun. Images that would elicit shrieks from chaplains and no mother would willingly admit came from their own son ran through his head. He lost track of time. If the goods in his trunk had feet, they would have been tapping them in impatience.

The feel of a woman.

The intimacy of a woman.

It would be... it would be just -- grand.

ratta-pat-pat!

A rapping arrived at his window.

"Wh-who, what?" Tearing his hand out of his pants, Carl turned his frazzled face to the source of the interruption, when like a brick to the face, he experienced a surge of shame. What had he been about to do?

His hand flailed sideward in a knee-jerk swing. Before he could stop it, his wrist had brushed against the unlock switch, and his first reflex was to blink. The door suddenly clicked open, and a person rustled in, catching him off guard, too much so to react as hurriedly, Carl was straddled and his shoulders gripped, two hands pushing him against the seat with surprising ****, warmly shadowing over him.

"Wha--"

As he tried to resist, however, he realized the weight upon him wasn't all that daunting. Actually, it was quite pleasant. Soft, even.

In the air, a familiar smell travailed. Carl sniffed. He recognized this aroma. This was perfume.

His eyes pulsated.

...the same one he'd smelled back in the store!

Holy crap, the clueless teen came to, eyes cleared of their blur, and would've gasped at what he saw if he didn't feel like there wasn't enough air already. "You..!"

To his utter amazement, he found himself face to face with the woman he was just fantasizing about seconds before. The same one that had let him perform a palpitation of her ass while in line for a forgettable pack of goods he no longer could recount. The slightly older aged woman was currently looking back at him, breaths ruggedly lifted up and out from her chest as she sat opposite against him, her legs curled up awkwardly atop his own.

What she said next nearly stopped his heart.

"I thought this was your car, and boy am I glad I found you!" She hastily shut the door. "I want you to fuck me," she voiced, rationally, as if a sensible proposal, and with a degree of sultriness he wouldn't have known she had in the Walmart, "and I want it now!" She leaned in, lips planted onto Carl's, hands pulling the back of his head to hers.

Holy crap, holy crap, coly wrap, the boy's mind was left in stammers once she broke away and undid her ponytail. In one clean motion, she let her slightly wavy hair spring free behind her.

Broly snap, country pop, fetty wap!

Carl was barely operating while the lady skipped the zipper and **** the hem of his pants down, successfully taking the zipper with it. Was this it?

He was still a virgiiinnnnwwwhhooa nelly that felt warm, and nice, and... and... oh, damn!

He looked down. The woman's hand was currently speeding up and down his freed, open penis, with swift slides. Carl's muscles tightened with each tease of his tip. His hand, meanwhile, gripped the armrest.

"Sh-shouldn't we talk about--"

"Shh! No, no talking," the woman put a finger against his lips. She looked slightly disheveled, in a definitively erotic way, even as she smiled alluringly. "Just you... me..."

Rub.

Oh, not the tip! Carl clenched his fists.

"And this throbbing hard stick of yours..." Ruefully, she eyed, "After all, it's only reasonable... I let you touch and feel my ass. You must have been helplessly pent-up the whole quarter hour just thinking about it."

"W-well... at least, what is your name?"

After a momentary pause, she humored him. "My name is Simone."

"Carl."

He lifted an awkward hand. She took it.

"Well then. Let's get to it, shall we?"

She made deliberate eye contact with him. Not knowing what to say, the teenager just gulped and nodded.

And with that, the woman discarded herself of her pants. She asked where the lever to lower the seat was, and Carl, despite answering, pulled it himself, causing them to fall backward. Before he could even finish his disbelieving laugh, the seat rolled back as well. He looked over to see she had done the honors this round, but barely had the time to process it as the next thing he knew, his new coital partner had ducked and was giving the younger man's penis a few solid licks with her tongue. Progressively, she moved down on it. The gesture sent electricity down Carl's spine.

"Gah," Carl cried.

A woman was rolling her tongue over his dick...

...a real, adult, pretty woman!

Work was made of his dick for what felt like both too long and short of a time. In a handful of breaths, the woman positioned herself up, sliding her panties off her legs, and tossing them to the front passenger seat. She slid her pelvis towards Carl's until her slightly bushy pussy was touching his scrotum, and, with a flaming stare, looked into his eyes.

"Now before we get going," she tried to speak evenly, but her efforts at composure betrayed the crackling voice underneath, "do you have any rubber we could use?"

"Uhh," half-disoriented, Carl wriggled back into focus, trying not to faint. Rubber, she said?

Oh, she meant contraception!

He looked back at her.