Sex Stories

It was my 40th birthday and nothing big was happening. Caitlin was in the kitchen, allegedly "making me something" for my birthday. I didn't know what, she wouldn't tell me. "But I need you to do something for me," she said, scooting up to me real close and pressing against me. I could feel the full roundness and the warmth of her, and it put all kinds of thoughts into my head.

"What do you want me to do, say take you to the bedroom and bang you till you sing opera?" She laughed. "Maybe later," she said. "Right now I want you to go to the store for me and pick up a buncha stuff."

She handed me a long list of stuff. "You're going to have to go to Wallenstein's for some of this, " she warned me. "They aren't going to have this stuff at Winn Dixie." "OK," I said in some surprise. I looked on the list. Duck sausage? OK, that was definitely a Wallenstein's item. "This is a lotta stuff," I said. "Well," she said, "it's part of the stuff you need to go buy if you want me to give you a big...surprise."

"Like you in that belly-dancer outfit?" I teased. "And then I get to lean you down on the bed and call you Shakira as I lick your twat..."

"No, not like that," she said teasingly, "but maybe something better...later."

There's a certain gleam that Caitlin gets in her eye when she's horny. It was very, very bright. I began to get that tingle in my chest that radiates down to my penis; it's a kind of sensation I get when I'm horny, can't explain it. I realized that if I hauled ass to the stores that I would have to go to in order to get all this stuff, I could get back in time for some fierce fucking. It might have to happen after she fixed this giant meal she obviously had planned, but it would still be some fierce fucking. A mental vision of Caitlin kneeling in front of me, looking up at me with her big brown eyes as she took my cock into her mouth flashed in front of me. I knew I should get after the shopping.

"I'm gone," I said. "OK, " Caitlin said. "Just go to Winn Dixie for the cheap stuff, though. For the other stuff you have to go to Wallenstein's." I assented and kissed her on the mouth. She frenched me. We stayed tangled up for a few minutes until Blackie (the dog) started jumping up on us. "OK, I better go," I said. I left trying to suppress my erection.

It was gone by the time I got to Winn Dixie, which was OK, as it would have been destroyed anyway by the vision of humanity that you see at Winn Dixie, especially on Saturday. It was crowded as hell and I wondered again why I had to get all that stuff today. But I went through the store and found everything, and exited the store much poorer and much more loaded with groceries after an hour.