He picks up something extra at the supermarket.
I was leaving the supermarket one morning, my cart full with my weekly grocery shopping. As I passed the area reserved as a taxi stand I saw an attractive young woman I guessed to be in her late teens. She was standing next to a full cart. As I waited at the curb for traffic to allow me to cross into the parking lot I commented, "You look like you could use some help."
The bluntness of her reply took me by surprise. "Yes, I can," she blurted, "and I can't wait here any longer. I've been waiting for a stupid cab for more than twenty minutes." Believe me, it was my 'good Samaritan' instincts that led me to offer her a lift. She readily accepted. While I loaded our packages into the car she introduced herself. Her name was Zandriah. As we pulled out of the parking lot Zandriah gave me her address which I recognized as being just a few blocks from my home, which would take about ten minutes to get to.
We were stopped at a light just outside the mall when we began to talk. She was a law student at Columbia Law School. She worked part time at a Law Firm not too far from the hospital I worked at. I was a first year resident there in the pediatric ward. In a few minutes we were in front of her house, a Brownstone beauty, similar to my. Zandriah had said that she lived upstairs, so I said that I would be glad to carry her packages up for her while she watched the car. She got out of the car and opened the door and went upstairs. She came back down. On my first trip up, I was amazed to find that the apartment layout was almost identical to my own, so I just naturally knew were to put the groceries on the kitchen table. By the time I completed my third and last trip up the stairs, Zandriah was back in the kitchen starting to put things away. She surprised me by coming over to me and putting her arms around my neck and kissing me on the lips. Again, this young lady shocked me but this time my response was to pull her closer to me and work my tongue deep into her mouth. As I held her close to me, I could feel the literal fullness of her breasts through my thin summer shirt. I guess it was her turn to be a bit surprised because she pulled away, although slowly, and asked me if I'd like a beer or Coke. I said a Coke would be fine. She went to the refrigerator and I went over to the kitchen table and sat down.
As Zandriah walked toward me with the soda she got a strange look on her face. She put the Coke on the table. "Ooooh. I feel horny. She lifted her sweatshirt. She grabbed her breasts and started rubbing them. Because I was sitting down, her breast was just about level with my face, and I simply couldn't resist the temptation to suck them. As I did this, Zandriah cupped her breast in her hand and pushed the swollen nipple into my mouth. She breathed an orgasmic sigh as I suckled like a baby.
She gently pulled her tit from my mouth and knelt down between my knees. "Now it's my turn," she said and swiftly opened my jeans and released my swollen prick. First she licked it clean of my clear pre-cum and the engulfed the glands with her lips. Her sucking was as enthusiastic as mine had been as she rocked back and forth taking more and more of my length with each motion. As the volcano of sperm was about to erupt from my churning balls, she stopped sucking and knelt up straight. Taking her breasts in her hands she pushed them together and began to massage my glistening cock with her nipples squeezing them with her thumbs and forefingers. As she did her milk began to flow and mix with her saliva and my pre-cum. Her timing was unbelievable, because just as I was about to splatter the ceiling with my jism, she again took my manhood in her eager mouth. I can't remember the last time I shot so much joy juice, but with each pulsation of my prick, Zandriah sucked harder and harder until my once proud tool was limp in her mouth. Then with a lick and a kiss to the tip she stood up, pulled her sweatshirt down and finished putting away the groceries. I recovered from my state of ecstasy, fixed my pants and asked her if I could drive her on her next trip to the supermarket. She smiled at me and said, "I like to do my shopping on Friday mornings." Great because I always had Friday mornings off.