At the Kwick-Mart

Amy and John were lying on their sides, facing each other, leaning on their elbows. John's cock was sticking up at attention, and Amy's bare breasts jiggled as she chuckled. "You're already out of condoms?" she asked. "I thought I had more than three left in the box," explained John. Amy smiled, saying, "Well, you'd better get some more if you want more of this," and reached her hand down to spread her pussy lips open. "After all," Amy continued, "you don't want to give any unexpected 'presents' to your wife the next time you sleep with her." John smiled back archly, "Yeah, who knows what you've gotten from all those guys you've been servicing down at the diner." Amy dropped her jaw in mock indignation at the tease and swatted John playfully on the ass: "Get that ass out of here and get those condoms fast, you little fucker!"

John drove out of the hotel parking lot and headed south down the road. He remembered seeing some 7-11 type stores somewhere down the road. He pulled up to one with a sign that said, "Kwik-Mart," and went in. "Hmmm," thought John as he walked down the isles, "nuts, Twinkies, magazines, medicine -- ah, here we are, condoms! Ribbed, non-ribbed, dayglo, sheepskin (no way! those are no good for protection), reservoir tip, no reservoir tip -- yeah, this is what I like: reservoir tip, spermicidally lubricated." He got two boxes of them, just to be sure. The only other customers in the store were a family buying diapers, with a cranky kid. John smiled sympathetically. He knew what that was like! That's one of the reasons that his occasional escapes with Amy were such a pleasant relief. He was glad he had flirted with her when she was his waitress that first time at the diner. How could he not flirt with her? Her personality was as perky as her breasts. He was also glad he had been honest with her from the beginning about being married and only wanting an affair. He was lucky to have met her. Of course, he also knew that he was lucky to have a great family, but it was so freeing to get away from his responsibilities for a while, and he always came back home feeling relaxed and reinvigorated. He sometimes felt guilty about cheating, but the stories he had heard were true: the guilt and the forbidden nature of what he was doing made the sex incredibly hot.

END PART 1

John sauntered up to the counter as the family walked out the door to their car. The young lady behind the counter stretched her neck, looking tired and bored. "This can't be a very exciting job," John thought. "It's probably frantically busy at times and mind-numbingly boring at others. I bet a lot of customers are in a foul mood from hours on the road, too." He reminded himself to be extra pleasant to her, to bring a little sunshine into her evening shift. She noticed him approaching and managed to smile. "Hi," she said. "Hi! How are you tonight?" he asked. She made an exasperated face and went, "Bleah!" She and John shared a laugh. He was happy that he had made her smile: it made her face light up. She wasn't beautiful, but she was very cute. John guessed that she was in her early 20's. He put the boxes of condoms on the counter. This was the first time she noticed what he was buying. There was a pause that was just slightly noticeable before she started to run them in front of the price-scanner, but then she stopped and glanced at John, before picking up the price list from under the counter. "Why is she doing that?" John wondered. "They must sell condoms all the time. Surely they're in the computer." She looked at the price list slowly, glancing and smiling pleasantly at John a couple more times. "I wonder if she's just lonely," John thought. "Tuesday's at 11PM are probably a pretty dead time." She found the price, and started to key it into the register. John paid her with a smile. She smiled back as she handed him the change. John noticed that she had a touchingly winsome look on her face. "Oh, she knows where I'm going," John realized. "Of course: I'm at a roadside store near a hotel buying two boxes of condoms at night. Besides, my hair must be tossled from the sex. Hell, she may even be able to smell Amy's pussy on my face!" John paused for a moment. An insane thought went through his head. His smile broadened as he asked, "You must get pretty tired of working here by yourself while people come and go all night?"

"Yeah," she said, nodding, "I do." John kept smiling, but his eyes looked down slightly, the way a person does when he's asking a favor of you, and he said, very slowly and deliberately, "So, are you allowed to take breaks?"

Her smile flattened out, and she suddenly looked a little diffident. John held his breath, half-expecting her to scream or slap him. After a few seconds that seemed like forever, she answered, in a significant tone, "Yeah ... I can take breaks ... but only rreeaally quick ones." John's smile brightened and his eyes narrowed into slits of lust. The girl grabbed something from under the counter, then strode quickly to the front door. She was wearing a long, silky, gypsy-style skirt. She locked the door and then slapped a "Closed" sign on the window. John noticed that her hands were trembling. Without making eye contact with John, she went toward a door marked, "Employees only," and motioned for him to follow.

END PART 2

He found himself in what was obviously a combination storeroom/employee lounge/restroom. He noticed there was one of those silly cat-clocks on the wall, the kind where the pendulum is the cat's tail. It read 11:07. There was an old fake-leather couch against one wall. She sat down on it, facing him. She was breathing quickly and her pupils were dilated with desire. John walked over to her and started to say, "What would you --," but she cut him off: "We don't have much time," she explained. "I'll get in trouble if someone comes by and complains to my boss about the store being closed." And, with that, she lay back on the couch and bundled her skirt up around her waist: she wasn't wearing any panties. John didn't need any more explanation. He ripped off his sneakers, jeans, and jockey shorts, tore open a box of condoms, and expertly slipped one over his turgid cock. He practically dived on top of her and shoved his cock into her waiting pussy. It was very wet, so he slid in easily. There was no time to get to know each other, no time for foreplay, no time to discover what she wanted. So John just started ramming her for all he was worth. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and grunted like a bitch in heat as he pumped into her. John was amazed at how hot the sex was, even compared to his affair with Amy. He was normally a very gentle and caring lover, and he was proud of that. He thought a lot about what his partner wanted, and how to give it to her. But not tonight. This was just hungry, bestial fucking. She didn't know his name, he didn't know hers, and neither one of them cared. They'd never see each other again. It was like tomorrow was the end of the world, and tonight he could do whatever he wanted. With the exhilaration of absolute freedom, John thought, "Fuck her if she doesn't like what I'm doing to her. I'm taking whatever I want."

They were holding each other tightly, but not intimately. Their heads were beside each other, so they couldn't see each other's faces. He could hear her pant, moan, and occasionally gasp with pain as he reamed her out. She was even wetter than before, but her pussy was tightening on John's hot cock. He started to talk: "Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you!" With that, John heard her moaning get louder and her pussy get tighter. That turned him on even more, but also, strangely, made him angry. No, he was more than angry -- he hated her right now. "Fucking cunt bitch! Take it, you whore! Spread your fucking legs for me! I'm gonna fuck every fucking hole in your cunt body!" She was gasping, obviously on the edge of cumming. John didn't want her to cum, though. He wanted to cum inside her before she did, then get up and leave her there -- quivering, panting, and wet -- on the couch. "She doesn't deserve to cum!" thought John, angrily. But John's cock was doing its work too well. As John felt the cum being squeezed from his balls and slowly rising up his shaft, the girl screamed and bucked in a shuddering orgasm.

END PART 3

John lay heavily on top of her while they both panted. As the blood rushed back to the more evolved parts of his brain, John got a sinking feeling in his stomach, and thought, "Oh, god, what must this poor girl think after the way I talked to her?" But he didn't have long to think about this. They both tensed up when they heard the faint sound of someone knocking insistently on the glass of the front door to the store. The girl pushed him off and they both sat up. The cat-clock smiled down on them, reading 11:10. John didn't make eye contact with the girl as he hurriedly pulled his clothes on. When he finally looked up, the girl smiled at him brightly and said, "Wow, thanks, that was great! There's a back door over there beside the crates of Pepsi. Why don't you use that so whoever's out front doesn't see that you were in here." John nodded, smiled back, and headed toward the rear exit as she started to open the door leading into the store. She stopped suddenly, turned back toward John, and said pleasantly, "Oh, and, uhm, I kind of have a boyfriend, so, uhm, GOODBYE, okay?" John chuckled and said, "I gotcha!" before walking out to the parking lot. He kept chuckling as he thought about what had just happend, and was laughing hard by the time he got in his car.

When he got back to the hotel, Amy teased, "Where have you been? I've been sitting here all nice and wet, waiting for you! How long does it take to buy some condoms?"

"Oh," John said breezily, "I had to stay a while at a Kwik-Mart, because the girl needed to get some in the storeroom."

"I don't know why they call those things kwik-marts," said Amy. "They can really waste your time."

"Oh, I don't know," John said, smiling, "the staff can be pretty quick."

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