They were my family, the nearly dozen people I’d been trapped in a house with for two weeks, with no end in sight, as the result of a family tragedy. Yes, they were my family, and they were driving me crazy!

I looked in a mirror and saw how tired and worn out I was. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my boyfriend — soon to be my fiancé, I hoped, if I ever got home — holding me, comforting me, touching me.

Sitting in the house doing nothing wasn’t going to help anyone, so I threw on some makeup, put on something sexy to make myself feel feminine and texted my boyfriend that I was getting out of the house. Then I just drove — until I saw the local outlet of my favorite supermarket. I thought, I’ll just walk around until I feel better. I smiled, driving my little broken-down car into the parking lot.

I walked inside, and when I spotted a few men in the checkout aisles, I decided that that’s what I needed. I had a wicked idea. I found a few hot men, around their 30s, enough older than me that a hot 21-year-old would catch their eye for sure.

I bent over in front of the first man, pretending to look at the bottom row of produce bins. I turned around and, sure enough, caught him staring. “Would you help me, please?” I asked, walking up to him, smiling. I reached out and fixed his suit jacket. Smiling up at him, I said, “I can’t seem to find what I’m looking for.”

He cleared his throat and, standing tall, looked down at my body. “And what exactly is it that you’re looking for?” he asked, obviously uncomfortable.

I wanted to tell him I was looking for a man’s touch, and a little more, but that might have been coming on too strong for him. Already his worried eyes were looking anywhere other than where I would have liked. “Umm — sugar-snap peas,” I said, backing off and smiling, trying not to laugh. I was taking pleasure in making him uncomfortable. “You know, like peas in a pod. I’m looking to make a stir-fry.”

“I believe I’ve seen those somewhere,” he said, coughing. He was pointing toward the freezer section in the next isle. “But I think I really should get going. My wife is waiting for me.”

Ah yes, just as I was suspecting — taken! He smiled as he charged away. At least I had managed to give him a good scare, turning him on enough that he felt the need to run for his life back to his wife.

I walked on through the store, looking for another target, swaying my hips, and struggling a bit since I hadn’t walked in heels in a while. I focused on how sexy I looked with every step. In the freezer section I noticed a nice-looking man in his mid-30s wearing a white dress shirt and light-wash jeans that showed his strong legs nicely. I could see his strong arms and flat abdomen through his shirt. His tie was loose around his neck, as if he’d just got off work and had forced it away from his irritated neck.

He was looking at microwavable frozen meals. This wouldn’t be hard at all, as long as he didn’t have a woman at home. I couldn’t rule out a wife, but he looked like he spent way too much time on himself and had enough money to spend that I was thinking, definitely no kids.

I walked up next to him, angling for a clear shot at his ring finger, until I was able to confirm: no ring. “Darn,” I said, looking in the freezer compartment, sighing heavily. “I just can’t find anything in this place.” I put my hand in my hair and swept it back. I was standing with my ass out slightly.

I bent over to check the bottom shelf, opening my legs slightly — and showing off the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. He seemed to ignore me, except for nervous glances from his tired eyes as my shorts rode up and bared some of my luscious ass. I watched his response in the glass. He seemed to sober up, finally taking notice!

“I just wanted something quick,” I said. “Something I could do in a few minutes. But all of this just looks boring.” I turned around and leaned against the freezer-case door. I looked over his body, knowing he could see me doing it, and smiled at him. I licked and bit my lip, and blushed a little as I felt my pussy heat up. “How about you? Were you looking for a quick one too?”

He gulped and stared at me, like a poor deer caught in the middle of the road. “I’m sorry,” I said. “My name is Danielle.” (Sort of. I had often wished my parents had named me Danielle.) I reached my hand out. As he reached for it, I stepped into him and put my hand firmly on his bulge. He was already getting hard. “Have you ever had sex in a supermarket?” I asked him.

He jumped but didn’t pull away. He looked down the aisle to see if we were being seen. “No, I haven’t,” he whispered, looking down into my eyes. “My name is Lee.” And he rested his big, strong man hands on my body, one on my left hip, the other at the small of my back. His mouth gaped as he turned his head slightly, as if he was about to kiss me. To my disappointment, he stopped.

I felt his panting breath on my face. It seemed like he wanted to take me right then but couldn’t find the nerve. His breath smelled like sweet mint and tea. It reminded me of my boyfriend, a few states away. As I thought of my boyfriend, I felt this man’s hands on my body and sighed, wanting him to touch me more. While I played with him through his pants, I watched his eyes close. He wanted this!

“I never have either,” I said. “I would be willing to for you, though.”

“Well, I’m just about to check out,” he said, still frozen in place but cocking his head back and standing tall as if to show me who was in control.

I pulled my hands back, resting them on his chest, and stared at them for a moment. Coming out of my trance, I said, “Check out, and get your groceries safely stowed away, your ‘ready to serve in five minutes’ dinner. Then meet me in the men’s room — in, say, 20 minutes? That is, if you’re interested.”

Slowly, I hooked the back of his neck, drew his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply, letting him taste my fruity aphrodisiac lip gloss and my spicy cinna-mint breath spritz. As I left him, I slid my hand down his amazingly toned body. He acted like he hadn’t been touched so lustfully in years. God, he was perfect! I wanted Lee (or whatever his real name was) to sweep me up and take me away and keep me forever. If someone that perfect wanted me, I would be happy the rest of my life.

I left the aisle with my heart pounding. I had never done anything this crazy in my life! And it felt amazing! My pussy was on fire, and I felt my clit throbbing. I was so turned on, I pulled out my phone and texted my boyfriend the news, turning me on even more. It wasn’t just lust I felt. Oh yes, I felt butterflies and joy from the way the man looked in my eyes.

At the same time I loved someone else too much to chase after this man. That would mean ruining a perfect relationship with the man I wanted to marry, to chase after a man that was far too perfect to settle for me forever.

Now I had to wait out those 20 minutes. I ran to the ladies’ room, a nervous wreck, and went in a stall, where I pulled out a piece of gum, and my favorite aphrodisiac items: the lip gloss and the breath spritz. I freshened up, then looked at my watch. Still five minutes to go!

I wondered, how would I get into the men’s room without being seen or being kicked out? I peeked out and ran to the other side, hiding in a stall and listening for footsteps. With my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I texted my boyfriend every step of the way.

At the 21-minute mark, I texted: “He’s not here. I guess I’ll leave. He isn’t interested.” I walked out slowly — and outside the ladies’ room door spotted him walking past the cashiers toward the rest rooms! My heart jumped. What do I do? “OMG he’s here!” I texted my boyfriend. I flipped on the camera, wanting to record something amazing for him, but no sooner was it activated than it was covered by Lee’s hand.

He pulled the phone away and stared down at me with great ferocity. “No,” he said, his voice low and deep. Given the emotional state he was in, I had no intention of arguing with him. He grabbed my hair, bent my head back and kissed me, but quickly pulled back. “That’s disgusting,” he said. “What the fuck is it, some kind of lip gloss?”

Oh no, my precious fruity aphrodisiac lip gloss! That didn’t stop him from kissing me again, though, letting out a deep groan as he did. And he was some kisser! By the time he finally came up for air, my curiosity had gotten the better of me. I asked, “Why can’t I record?”

“No videos,” he said, then led me into the men’s room and pushed me up against a stall door. He lifted my tank top up and began feeling my body up ravenously. “I don’t want this ending up on YouTube,” he said.

Lee grabbed my shoulders and looked fiercely in my eyes. Those piercing blue eyes burned through to my soul. “This will only happen once,” he said, as if his word was law. Then he led me into the stall.

He pulled back from me and clenched his teeth. The chiseled muscles in his face tensed tightly. He pulled me up against him and stared down at me, looking worried. “You’re so young,” he said. He closed his eyes and said, “Baby girl.” He pushed my hair back with both hands, then ran them over my hair onto the back of my neck. “Are you sure about this?” He squinted as he swallowed, looking for the truth in my eyes. “Can you handle a full-grown man?”

I felt unsure at first, and bit my lip. Then I nodded. I was ready. I wanted him so badly, I might have cried if he left me now. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I felt his lips on mine, and his tongue sliding in my mouth and twisting around my tongue. Then he pulled away, but I captured his bottom lip with my teeth and pulled him back and kissed him again, this time with my eyes open. I saw him regain his confidence and smile.

Lee pushed me against the side wall and ripped off my shorts, then yanked my hips forward. He kissed me again, running his hand down over my breast and abdomen and in between my legs. He knelt down and lifted me under my ass and held me up against the stall with his bulging biceps. Then he shoved his sexy face in my dripping pussy.

I wanted to scream! My whole body was shaking. To stifle my whimpering I covered my mouth as his tongue slowly circled my clit and slid in my pussy, exploring further. He swirled and sucked like he knew exactly what I wanted. I thought it couldn’t get any better, but it did. It felt like he was pressing his tongue up against my G-spot and then he did something — what the hell was it? — that made me gasp; no one had ever done anything like it to me.

He pulled his tongue out and rolled it slowly over my clit, torturing me, licking me gently, kissing my clit. My cheeks and ears were hot, and my whole body wanted him to hurry and give me his cock. He enjoyed watching me suffer while I waited. He pulled his tongue away, then smacked his lips and smiled at me.

“Please don’t stop, Lee,” I panted, trembling. “Please!”

Before I finished, he was spreading my legs as far as they would go, then pulled my hips in to him and began licking and sucking my clit wildly. He rammed three fingers in my pussy, thrusting them harder and faster than anyone had done before. Then he stopped and stood up, taking me with him, holding me suspended in the air. He pulled up his shirt so that we were touching skin to skin, and he began to undress. “Hold yourself up,” he ordered me.

I put one foot on the toilet and the other in the corner of the stall, and held the top of the stall with both hands. I watched as Lee pulled out a really big cock, bulging and throbbing. Seeing my wide eyes, he said, “I hope you’re ready.”

He grabbed my legs again, backed up and lifted my knees over his shoulders. Without testing the waters he thrust deep in me, then ripped my arms off the top of the stall and let my back slide down, then with the new angle began pounding into me, grabbing my hips to him while grunting through his teeth. I gasped and moaned. He was bigger, better and more forceful than any man I’d been with. Not in an insensitive way — it was like he knew exactly what to do and when.

Lee pulled my phone out and snapped a few pictures showing him sliding slowly in and out and showing his size. It was like he wanted me to remember how I should really be fucked. We heard someone walk in, but that didn’t seem to turn him off. Clapping a hand over my mouth, he kept shoving into me without a worry in the world.

When I noticed that the footsteps had stopped, I glanced out the stall door, which we had unthinkingly left open, and saw a man gaping and touching himself. I bit my lip. Lee lifted me up, stood me on the ground and looked in my eyes. To the guy standing there he said, “You want some?” Then, tossing my $300 phone to him, he said, “If not, would you mind taking some close-ups?”

The guy, startled, caught my phone, gulping, then nodded. “I can take some pictures,” he said.

Lee carried me to the handicapped stall. After covering the seat with his jacket, he sat on it and lifted me like a feather and sat me down on his throbbing cock. Then he shoved me down on it, making me gasp and almost scream. He reached and spread my legs open for the camera.

I felt his breath on my neck, and he whispered, “Are you okay?” He began to slowly lift and push me down on his cock while the stranger took numerous pictures, which I would later send to my boyfriend so he could see how big the cock inside me was.

I closed my eyes and began moaning as Lee reached between my legs and opened me up to show my clit to the camera. He seemed to love what we were doing, and wanted to give me everything I wanted. “Do you have lube?” he asked.

“In my purse.”

“Could you get her lube?” he asked the other man. “From her purse.”

The man dumped my purse out onto the floor. When he picked up a pretty round bottle containing what looked like clear perfume, I said, “That’s it.” He tossed it to Lee, who sprayed some on his hands, then rubbed his hands up my body and onto my breasts, which he squeezed. I felt his hips start thrusting into me again, and at the first slight movement of his big cock I moaned. He rubbed my whole body, then grabbed my legs and lifted me up and down so he was thrusting into me, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. Soon he was pounding me so hard, I couldn’t think.

While continuing to fuck me hard and fast, bouncing me around like crazy, Lee reached over my legs and with his lube-covered fingers began rubbing my clit. He had me trembling, but still not coming yet. Opening my eyes, I saw the other man on the floor, neglecting his job as cameraman to stroke his cock fiercely while he stared at me being fucked right in front of him.

Then Lee yanked his bulging cock out of me and, holding me by my hair, positioned me on my knees. He shoved his cock in my mouth and fucked my face until his come began squirting to the back of my throat, then filled my mouth.

While I was still gulping it all down, he lifted me to my feet, picked me up and, holding me in the air, thrust back into me. While standing up, holding me with one hand behind my neck and the other grasping my left leg, he fucked me by lifting me up and down like a curling bar. It wasn’t long before I came, with tears falling from my eyes — I was literally crying from joy.

Lee dropped me to my feet, pressed me against the wall of the stall and thrust his face in my pussy, licking ravenously, and sucking and nibbling, until I began to slump back, with no energy left. He shoved four rough fingers in me and rubbed my G-spot while he went at my clit until he felt me jolting and writhing from his lips, and finally exploding with a muted glow.

After a while he lifted me, leaned over the toilet, then sat me on top of him and hurled me up and down like a rag doll, once again fucking the daylights out of me. He wasn’t going to rest until there was nothing left.

By this time our cameraman had come twice and was taking pictures again. As I bounced up and down, Lee rubbed my clit feverishly. “Come for me again, little girl,” he urged. “Come on, you’re not done yet. Don’t let me down.” As I tightened on him, showing him what I had left, he groaned. “Don’t hold out on me!” he exhorted. “Fuck me with all you’ve got, you sexy little thing.”

While I bounced up and down, I put my hands down to help him fuck me, showing him how tightly I could hold onto him. I felt his breath on my neck. Then he was kissing my neck and shoulder, and nibbling on my ears. I cried out, overflowing with pleasure.

“Oh yeah, you like that?” he said. “You bad girl! I’ll fuck your beautiful body until you can’t walk out of here.” He lifted me, bent me over the toilet and ran his hand between my legs, then shoved his cock into me, groaning and moaning. Just as I thought he was about to come, he spun me around, dropped me to my knees and thrust his hot cock in my mouth, where he came one last time.

Lee pulled his jeans up, adjusted his clothing and said, “That was the best time I’ve had in — a long time.” His look softened. “You are beautiful and sexy and you do what you’re told. I like that.” He lifted my chin and kissed me. “You’re awesome. I’m lucky to have met you. Good-bye, baby girl.” He winked as he walked out of the stall. The cameraman pulled his pants up, slid my phone across the floor in my direction and left.

I covered myself and picked my phone up, then caught up with Lee outside the stall. Feeling my heart long for more, I grabbed for what looked like a phone in his jeans pocket. It was a simple flip phone, with no code to enter to come to life. Browsing hastily, I couldn’t find evidence of a picture of a woman or kid on his phone. With him watching, I added my number to his contacts, then handed the phone back, saying, “Here.” Even then I knew that soon after he left he would probably delete my number and forget I existed.

Lee took my wrist and pulled me into him. While he hugged me, he looked in my eyes and kissed me. I saw good-bye in his eyes, and knew that I would never see him again. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said, “and you act pretty too. I won’t ever forget you.” Then he let go of me and hurried away.

“Bye,” I said softly, waving as he disappeared back into the supermarket.