Supermarket

Mark parked the car at the far edge of the supermarket car park and glanced across the rows of vehicles. Saturday morning shoppers moved in and out of the store in a steady rhythm, pushing trolleys or smoking next to their cars while chatting on their phones. It was busy, but not chaotic, just public enough to make it dangerous.

Emma sat in the passenger seat, hands folded in her lap, breathing shallowly. Under her winter coat she wore nothing but the plain black dress ­that looked respectable at first glance but the lack of underwear changed that. The hem was short enough that when she crossed her legs, she could feel the cold air brush the bare tops of her thighs and against her pussy.

Mark reached into his inside pocket and produced the envelope. “Still sure?”

Emma stared at it for a moment and swallowed. Her stomach clenched with nerves… and a stronger, much warmer sensation. She nodded slowly.

Without a word, Mark opened the door and stepped out. Emma watched in silence as he walked across the car park toward a row of trolleys next to the main entrance. He looked around briefly, then laid the envelope on the flat metal bench beside the trolley bay — completely exposed, impossible to miss.

He didn’t linger. He walked straight back to the car, got in, and closed the door. Emma could feel her pulse in her throat.

“It’s done, no going back now” he said quietly.

He pulled out of the space, driving only far enough to park behind a van where they could still see the envelope in the distance. Emma leaned forward, eyes fixed on it.

Her bare thighs rubbed slowly together. The world outside looked perfectly ordinary men, women, pensioners, people going about their day and none of them knew they were only a few metres away from a sealed envelope full of obscene photographs of a married woman.

A small shiver ran through her as she watched.

After only a minute or two, someone approached…