[MF] Honey Vendor At The Flea Market | 2016

My first post here. Please be kind.

Let's get the introductions out of the way. I'm a 45 year old man who is 1877 days into a bad marriage. I won't go into the story of how I met my second wife, but suffice to say I wish I hadn't. She has been a gross waste of the last 5 years of my life, especially in any sort of sexual or emotional way. I consider myself single. I don't wear a ring. It drives her nuts, but I'm not the one who rejects their husband a minimum of 250 times a year. When she buys the cow, she can have the milk.

Today I gave the milk to someone else.

Ok, the nasty part is over for the most part. On with the story.

I drove her to work today. She doesn't drive. I'm so thankful my employer allows me to leave work to be her chauffeur. On the way to her job, I saw something on the side of the road I'd passed by a hundred times before and never paid attention to. A small flea market on the side of the road. It looked like a dive and that was probably why I avoided it, but there seemed to be quite a crowd there today so I made a mental note to come back. Something inside me just said I needed to visit this place. I honestly believe it was God hearing and answering the cry of my broken soul. I know there are lots of religious people who will disagree with this. I don't give a fuck.

So I dropped off The Crown Princess and came back and found a parking spot. It was, to a great extent, what you would expect. I admit my heart was a little broken right off the bat. It's a sign of getting older I know. Seeing things at yard sales and flea markets that were priceless treasures when you were young that are sitting on a makeshift table with a $1 price tag. Right off the bat I saw several items I remembered from my childhood. A typewriter identical to one that had been in my Dad's study. A number of toys I had cherished as a child. A stereo receiver I had been heartbroken over losing less than half a decade ago, in nearly perfect condition for $20. I couldn't believe how much "stuff" they had crammed into such a small space. From the outside, the building looked barely big enough to park six cars inside, but there were probably 40 vendors in the building. Some literally stacked on top of each other. There was no "logical" arrangement of aisles to walk through. There was twisting and turning and ramps and levels. It was a labyrinth of junk with a few treasures interspersed in hidden places.

There was a higher elevation at the north end of the building. I'll call it a balcony. There was a vintage stereo vendor up there who had a lot of junk, but he had a couple of good pieces too. I made a note to go back. A book vendor with a surprisingly large and varied library. And then a handful of the usual "assortment of junk vendors", one of whom was closed with a large banner blocking the front of his display with something written in Arabic on it. I was scanning the junk looking for treasures when something registered on my hormonal radar. I sniffed rapidly but tried to stay incognito. It was delightful. The scent was modest, but alluring. It was the perfect intermediary between that "Oh Gross!" floral rose garden Avon shit your grandma wears, and something that had a bit of a citrusy Calvin Klein note to it. It was intriguing. My head turned like a radar tower trying to identify the target and I saw her.

I can't say she was the woman who has been in my dreams since I was eight years old. I can't say she was centerfold material. But when you haven't been laid in four years, it doesn't take as much to turn your head, and she was far from repulsive, and she was about my age. Maybe a year or two older. At 5'7" I towered over her. She was likely 5'1" or 5'2". Not obese in any way, but with a little bit of "Mom padding", a testament to childbirth. Her short auburn hair was impeccably kept and her eyeglass frames told me that she was not a member of this lower-class Maury-loving society, only a visitor here on a mission to collect their money and leave.

I turned sideways to allow her to pass in the narrow aisle. She smiled. And that little light went on in my head. You guys know the light I mean. It's a green light. And it's the light that indicates "target acquired".

I turned to follow her and walked behind her into her booth and feigned interest in her items. My real interest was in her. She looked up and smiled again. "Go ahead. Smile some more", I thought to myself as I felt the blood beginning to rush to my balls. She waited. She was shy. And it was as cute as hell. She finally looked up and made eye contact "Looking for something?", she asked.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. I think it scared her mildly. I quickly glanced out to the aisle to make sure there were no other "customers" inbound and then turned back and looked at her staring intently at me. "Can I ask you... a favour?", I asked. She looked intrigued. I smiled and she smiled back as I prepared the rest of my delivery in my mind. I stifled a laugh and so did she. "What do you need?", she asked. I stifled another laugh. I looked at her again and stole another quick glance into the aisleway and then turned back to her and lowered my voice. "Would you... walk past me... again", I asked. She looked confused. "I smelled something walk past me in the aisleway. And I'm pretty sure it's what heaven smells like. And I'm pretty sure it's you", I said in a low voice.

That's one of those moments that bass fishermen will understand. You throw a plug into a patch of lily pads and you only have to wait a second or two to know if the fish is going to bite. She took the full three-second allotment to assess my trustworthyness, I imagine. And then a small impish grin emerged and she duplicated my earlier actions and took a look out into the hallway to see if anybody was coming. She straightened up and turned her back to me. The manoevering space in her booth was tight. I saw her petite frame reaching for one of the shelves on the wall and before I realized what was happening she said "oh excuse me" and VERY intentionally dragged her ass across the crotch of my pants. First one way, then the other as she reached for this item she was pretending to locate for me. She feigned the loss of her balance and I exclaimed "Don't fall!" and put my hands on her hips to steady her. The hunter became the hunted. Her contented exhale revealed she did that on purpose.

She took some hideous knick knack off the top shelf and displayed it to me "Would you like me to wrap it for you? My scissors are pretty dull. You can sit behind the counter with me if you like while I wrap it", she said as she spied the erection in my shorts and bit her tongue.

"I'd love to sit down for a minute", I countered, as she went to the front of her booth and drew a rope across the entrance with a "CLOSED" sign on it. I was beginning to wonder if I was the first insect to stumble into this web, but at this point I didn't fucking care.

There was only one chair behind the counter. What a surprise. I looked at her. I looked at the chair. My instinct was of course to let her sit, but she said "Go ahead. Sit down. I'll find a place to sit", she said. And of course the full picture was coming into view. I sat down on the chair and she fell to her knees behind the counter. Nobody could see her. They could only see my face. "If you lean back, nobody can see your face", she said as her lips were tracing the outline of my throbbing cock in my pants. I looked to my left and sure enough there was shelf there. Before I realized she had done it, my pants were unzipped and the tip of my cock was in her mouth. It was oddly one of the best blowjobs and one of the QUIETEST blowjobs I've ever had. No doubt, the hallmark of the experience of years. She took off her glasses and began cupping my large nuts in her hand as she took more and more of my rock-hard cock into her mouth. As she looked up at me with her glasses off I had no doubt that she had been the unattainable beauty queen in high school I had lusted over in my teenage years, but could never have back then. "It tastes so good", she gasped as she took another mouthful of my manhood.

I was leaning back in her 1950's diner chair as she had instructed which forced my ass closer and closer to the edge of the chair and being in the seventh circle of heaven I was blissfully unaware of how close my ass was to the grip of gravity. Like a moron, I slid off the chair. "SHIT!", I mumbled under my breath as I heard a few things fall off the shelves. She put her finger to her lips and shushed me quietly and gently. It wasn't until that moment I had even noticed she was wearing a skirt. She reached under it to pull a thong out of the way that I wouldn't see until later and she descended onto my cock. "If it's ok", she said with a smile. I was in no place to argue.

She was probably the tightest pussy I've had in 15 years. It was mindblowingly amazing. It was so good I almost forgot where I was and I'm getting rock hard AGAIN (two hours later) as I write this story to you. She arched her back and I pulled her towards me and kissed her as I felt her sensational pussy milking me.

I would have tried to switch it up and try reverse cowgirl, but we heard footsteps in the distance and I bit my tongue as I shot my load inside of her. She quickly got up, brushed herself off and said "Are you ok?" as I put my cock back in my pants and she helped me stand up. There's nothing like interrupted sex to make an erection go away quickly.

"Do you want that item?", she said with a wink. "No, I don't think it's what I'm looking for", I replied.

"Well, maybe next week. Or you can call me at home", she said as she handed me a business card with her phone number and home address.

Oh boy.