And what are these things?” I asked Michelle.

She glanced up as we enjoyed our favorite activity: rummaging through the clearance section.

“A cheeseboard.”

“People need boards just for cheese?”

“If you’re fancy people,” she said with a laugh.

I studied the slab of wood with a border of bright blue. It was pretty. I’d thought it was a cutting board, but apparently it was for cheese. I held the handle and whacked the flat of the board against my palm. It made a hollow sound. She looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Do that again.”

I raised my eyebrow in return but obliged her. This time the sound was almost a meaty thud.

“Come here,” she said, crooking a finger.

I went to her, holding the board at my side. I had no idea what she was contemplating, but it was a lazy Sunday afternoon and the store was miraculously empty for the most part. Most likely due to the great weather.

“Do that again,” she said when our faces were a mere inch apart.

I chuckled but did as she asked, smacking the marled wood against my palm.

She nodded, let her eyes drift shut for a second, and hummed. “Follow me.”

She turned on her heels and went back amongst the huge displays of mirrors and furniture. The bulk of the merchandise in this area made the aisles narrow, and we were in suddenly close quarters.

She pushed her body between two humongous mirrors, both taller than her, and flipped up her sundress. She tugged her panties down to her knees and bared her ass for me. My cock jerked, and my head went somewhere wild and feral.

“Paddle me,” she said.

I blinked, but my grip tightened on the handle of the spiffy cheeseboard.

“Michelle,” I said, hearing how gruff my own voice was. “People might hear.”

She looked at me her over her shoulder and smiled. Her lips were painted a shiny peach color, and all I could think about was pushing my cock between those lips and holding her hair in a tight fist while she sucked me off.

“That makes it even better. The suspense. The worry.”

I ran my hand along the smooth surface of the wooden board and looked at her round, bare ass. Then I looked down the aisle in both directions and saw nothing. Not a customer, not an employee, nothing. It was a fucking miracle.

I positioned the board and gave her a whack with it. My dick grew even harder at the sound of the impact and the visual of her small body rocking forward. She hissed but then said, “Harder.”

I delivered another blow, this one more intense. I felt the reverberation travel up my arm and into my shoulder, somehow settling low in my belly before zooming to my hard-on. I gave her another swat and watched her slim hand dip between her legs. She started to stroke her clit as I delivered precise blows here and there while checking the ends of the aisle from time to time. Thank God there was no rush on furniture and mirrors on this lovely Sunday afternoon.

Her ass turned from pale to cherry-red. I saw the flex of her shoulder as she played with herself, and another piece of my rational mind shut down.

I gave her a final blow and let the board drop, hoping the clatter didn’t bring anyone to investigate the noise. I stepped closer, turning her to face me, and put my hands on her shoulders. I didn’t have to press. She dropped to her knees, hand still working between her thighs. She unzipped me and found my cock, pulling it free to wrap her lips around the head. She began to suck, driving her mouth up and down my shaft so that the sensation of her wet tongue and the soft insides of her cheeks overwhelmed me.

My eyes slammed shut — Fuck getting caught — and I rocked into her, feeling my cockhead go deep. I gripped her hair tight and heard her gasp. Then I used her mouth the way I needed to, pushing myself closer and closer to orgasm as I slid into her clasping throat.

She whimpered, and I knew she was close to climaxing. No doubt that hand had never slowed, had just kept going.

I pulled her hair a bit harder, and she came, stifled by my thrusting dick.

“Driving into her one more time, I emptied into her with a barely stifled bellow.”

“Get up,” I growled, giving the aisle a cursory glance. No one. Not one damn person was anywhere in sight.

She got up, and I turned her, pressing my hand to her lower back and bunching up her dress at her waist. She leaned forward, and I knocked her legs wider apart with my foot before pushing my cock into her pussy. She groaned. Her hand still worked her clit, her goal another orgasm.

I gripped her hip with my left hand, and with my right, I ran my fingertips over the redness of her ass cheeks. The angriest places I pressed roughly to let her feel the sting. She whimpered, and her cunt gripped my cock tight in response to the pleasure and the pain.

I fucked her faster, deeper, and bit my tongue to hold on. I wanted this to last despite the danger of being discovered. Or maybe because of it.

She clenched her internal muscles around me. She was so wet and tight it was my turn to groan.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

“We are,” she said, laughing. But the laugh turned to a sigh, and I knew she was close once again. I pushed a spit-slickened finger into her asshole and started to fuck her there, feeling my cock driving deep into her pussy through the thin membrane that separated her passages.

“You’re so goddamn tight,” I said.

“And you’re so goddamned good.”

I clenched my jaw and concentrated on sliding my finger in and out of her back passage. I concentrated on driving my cock deep to hit her G-spot. And I concentrated on not coming yet because I wanted my little cheeseboard whore to come first.

I added a second finger to her ass and made my thrusts shorter and harder. Her dark hair brushed the back wall of the display, and when she came, she swallowed as much noise as she could, but damn, she was still loud.

I heard voices headed our way and figured no time like the present. I let myself go, driving into her quickly one more time. I emptied into her with a barely stifled bellow. And then pulled free.

“Someone’s coming,” I whispered.

She stood, pulled up her panties, and flipped her dress down. Her hair was wild like a sea anemone. She tried to smooth it down, but she couldn’t stop laughing.

I looked up to see a guy in his uniform red polo watching me as I zipped up. “Hi!” I said, barely repressing a laugh.

Michelle stooped over and snagged the board. “Sorry about the ruckus. We dropped our cheeseboard!”

He just raised an eyebrow and said, “Okay,” before carrying on. Something told me this man had seen it all.

Michelle couldn’t quell her laughter. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my lips.

“I love shopping with you. It’s such an adventure.” Then she added with a smile, “We’re buying this cheeseboard.”

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