Sexcapades in the Super Center - Things got hot while shopping with him. (exhibition/coupling) By Appl3bottom24.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. He was at work and I couldn’t wait for him to get home. We had been sexting all day, like we usually do. We have a tradition on Fridays. He makes dinner. He knows it makes me horny when he pampers me this way.  I’m taller than most women, having been a fashion model until my late-blooming body became too womanly for the fashion designers. As my tit’s got more attention on the runway, the garments I wore quit selling. It seemed no one remembered what I was wearing? He’s a buyer for a national clothing retailer. He saw me on his first month on the job. He was fresh out of college, and part of the buying team tasked with buying for the spring/summer collection; three years ago. Tonight, he’s running a bit late. He’d stopped at the fitness center along the way home, to run some laps on the club’s rooftop track. Still wearing his nylon running shorts and tanktop while driving home, his last text said to expect him in a few minutes, and “please be patient”. However, I was extra horny today and needed to touch my pussy. He doesn’t like it when I touch myself without letting him know and sharing/showing him what I’m doing. I thought maybe if I just barely touch it, just for a few minutes, I’d be okay, I couldn’t pull my hand back. I started off slow, rubbing my clit softly through my panties in slow circles. Before I knew it, my fingers were moving faster and pressing harder against my swelling clit. I couldn’t help but slide my panties to the slide to feel how wet I had made myself. I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t Up and down, I slid my fingers between my pussy lips, spreading my leaking juices up over my clit. It felt so good. I slid a finger into my vagina and pumped it slowly. One finger won’t hurt. Then there were two, then three. I couldn’t get enough. I threw my head back in pleasure as I kept pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. Then just as I felt myself get to the edge, “Hey, babe!” he yelled up to me. “Do you need anything from the store? I need to get some things to make dinner.” “Um, ” I threw my head up. “Give me a minute and I’ll come with you!” I thought if I said I was coming down, he wouldn’t come up. I quickly got out of bed and threw on a skirt, crop top, & sandals; and ran downstairs. He took one look at me, “How could you?” he said in a mock scolding tone. I debated for a second whether I should play dumb or confess. “How could I what?” “Your face is flushed and your hair’s a mess. Don’t try and hide the juices dripping down your legs. I could smell your pussy before you came down the stairs. You were masturbating, young lady.” He said in an authoritarian tone,  through a smirk. I broke, “I just couldn’t wait! I’m sorry. I was just so horny. You took forever to get home.” He just stared at me with a disapproving smirk. I slowly walked up to him, and bit my lip, “I promise I’ll make it up to you!!” Then I kissed him on the lips apologetically. He smiled at me and said, “Get your sexy ass in the car.” He smacked my ass as I walked past him to the garage. Once we were in the car and out of the garage, I slid my hand over to the top of his thigh. I ran my finger tips up and down slowly getting closer to his crotch. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got onto my knees on the seat. I leaned down and nuzzled my face in his crotch, before slowly reaching under the loose nylon shorts and the stretchy inner liner which somewhat held his package in place. The convenience of these loose, stretchy running shorts allows me quick & easy access, while his waistband stays in place. I pulled out his cock and started sucking on his head. I swirled my tongue around it, my saliva coating it and dripping down his shaft. I slowly began to take more and more of it into my mouth. He pulled my skirt up over my ass, flashing my soaked panties to any one driving by. Each time h