Playboy Girls of - Episode 12

He found her in the cereal aisle at Walmart, the usual high pony, polo shirt, badge. She asked if he needed help finding anything. He said her. She locked the door behind them, blinds down. Shirt first, then bra, then everything. She stood bare in fluorescent light, small breasts, dark nipples, a faint bruise on her hip from bumping a pallet. He watched her roll her stockings down one leg at a time, slow, like she wanted to feel the exposure. When he touched her, she leaned against the metal shelving and spread for him. Her pussy was already wet. He bent her over the cart, pulled her hair, slid in. The wheels squeaked with each thrust. She came quick, quietly, mouth open against a box of Cheerios. He finished on her lower back, watched it drip onto the linoleum. She wiped it off with her shirt, put everything back on, unlocked the door. Next customer asked where the milk was. She pointed. Like nothing happened.