Close encounters of the Target kind [MF] | 2016

I visited a Target in a county of Maryland, picking up some travel-sized items for an upcoming trip. I was not dressed to impress. I was looking borderline homeless. Unkempt beard. Ahhh Real Monsters t-shirt. Plaid shorts with stains on them. Old sneakers. Literally from lounging to Target. I probably would have fit in better at a Wal-Mart but as someone who wears suits all the time, dressing way down is just as nice as dressing up.

Anyways, some second-rate holiday was coming up. Maybe St. Patrick's Day? Easter? Not terribly important but people were crowding around the card section, trying to find one for whoever you give cards to nowadays. I was fumbling around, looking for an unattended basket or cart as I balanced my thirteen items between my hands, elbows, and armpits when I saw the first, and only, woman to make me stop in my tracks. I have seen pretty, beautiful, and sexy women and will again but she would have made my jaw drop to the floor if I wasn't frozen in place.

The dress she was wearing was a deep shade of pink, almost to the point of being red but not quite. It clung to her chest and the arm coverings started right above her elbow. The dress was one piece and one color, ending right above her knees. It was almost skin tight and definitely not something one would expect to see someone wearing to Target.

She was thick, with olive skin. Every curve was on display and to this day, I believe that dress was held up only by her bust. She didn't carry herself with the confidence of someone wearing such an outfit but it was a Target card section, so confidence was not necessarily needed.

She saw me immediately. That spurred my body into motion and I ended up in the medicine aisle, grabbing who knows what. I stored her image in my mind for later. Not for any nefarious means but more for the 'damn' look she had going on.

I eventually grabbed a basket and dumped my items inside, where I ran into her again. She was across the aisle. I think it was kitchen or home goods from where I was and we made eye contact again. She smiled and looked to the ground. I'm not one for approaching strangers in a Target but for a second my mind raced with "so you're telling me there's a chance..." That ended quickly as a heavy foreign man, later identified as her father, walked up and asked her a question in their native language. I presume this was Turkish or Armenian but in all honesty, it could have been anything. I like the idea of the foreign flair though.

I shuffled around the store once more and again, we caught eyes, this time with her coming around the corner into the sporting good aisle I was in. She was holding a card and nothing else from this shopping trip. I know she had a phone on her but I honestly have no idea where she was hiding it with that dress.

"So you're following me." It was a quick, distinct statement and there was no inflection at all. No hint of annoyance, disgust, or flirtation.

I looked around the aisle. "Uhh, clearly I was here first. You're following me." We stood a few feet from one another. It was easily the most awkward standoff I've ever had in a Target.

She walked up to and by me. "No, you just knew I would be going to this aisle, so you got here first and waited for me." She had an accent and it made my heart melt. Getting a clearer look at her, she had dark eyebrows and a shoulder length head of jet black hair. Her green eyes were soft and I noticed a freckle or birthmark on one of her exposed shoulders. She was caked in perfume. I honestly had no idea what we were doing so I played along, utilizing my banter from talking with a long line of dentist assistants and nurses. You know, where you're a step above friendly but know nothing is actually going to happen?

"So I've been foiled. You caught me red handed." I exposed the underside of my palm for dramatic effect.

"Well I better not catch you in the luggage section. That would just be too much." She said it over her shoulder and was gone. I was dumbfounded. That was obviously an invitation but it was the coldest invitation I'd ever heard. So of course I stalled for a few minutes and found my way to the book section. It was in the book section where her tone changed. I was actually looking for a book (settled on Ready Player One. Enjoyed it for what it was. Solid 7/10 for nostalgia purposes). Picking it up, we stood about a foot apart. Her looking at a magazine and me holding a book to pretend I wasn't just being creepy. Anyone looking down the aisle would have thought it was Kim Kardashian standing next to a homeless man.

"You want to get out of here? Like, right now?"

I thought she was on the phone until I glanced right and saw her looking towards me. "Now?"

"We have fifteen minutes. My dad is going to argue about cameras for ten and then search for me for five before realizing phones are a thing again." Did a girl just proposition me in a Target? I assumed I was on a prank show but to hell with it. "Yeah, where to?"

"Your car. I'll follow you."

I put my basket of items down (yeah, I was that kind of person that day. Luckily they were still there when I came back!) and headed out of the store. She followed at a distant pace, clearly not trying to be seen by her dad or by anyone with me. I actually started to wonder age. She looked old enough (I was placing her at 24 or 25) but I started to worry about that.

I walked to my car, parked around the side of the store and near the back as I like the exercise and no one ever parks over there. I unlock my car and sit in the front seat. She was too far behind to hold the door open and that would look weird so I waited. A minute passes and she sits behind the passenger seat like I'm a fucking Uber. I turn towards her and she lets out a very fast story.

"Look, this is weird, I'm sure. I'm doing a new thing and putting myself out there. I'm Neesa (or maybe Nisa?). I'm 27. I just moved back home. Relationship issues. It sucks. I mean, dad's nice but you know how it is..." She shook her head, basically telling me through body language that what she was about to say wasn't important. "...I uh...I haven't been laid in months. I saw you. Thought you looked cute and am acting on it. I don't normally do this."

To be completely transparent: I didn't care if she did normally did this.

I quickly exited the driver seat and stationed myself in the backseat of my compact car.

Broad daylight, parking lot of Target, anyone could have seen us and I'd be lying if I said that didn't excite me a little. She placed her hand on my thigh as soon as I sat down and with all the care of knocking a shot back at the bar, she moved towards me and pressed her lips to mine. They were full and incredibly soft but her kissing left a lot to be desired. It could have been the time constraints or maybe she really didn't do this ever.

A minute of this passionate making out carried on before my hands started exploring and squeezing her thick body. There was so much to grab and touch and honestly, I wanted my hands all over all of it. Lifting her by her plump ass, I was able to kiss down her jaw and to her neck. Her nails grated against the back of my neck as I found her spot and felt any tension she was holding melt from her body.

She fumbled with my shorts and boxers as she fished my cock out, her long nails brushing against my skin with each touch. She was rough, but gentle enough not to maim me. My face found its way between her large brown breasts while my hands pulled the dress down far enough to expose her nipples. Throwing caution to the wind, I licked, sucked, and eventually bit down on her hardened nipple, eliciting an "Oh fuck" as she started to grind herself against my body.

My hands fell to her sides as I lifted her dress, revealing a cream colored thong. I ran a finger across the fabric stretched over her hip.

"Let me" she moaned, straddling my lap and moving her thong to the side. I felt the warmth of her pussy engulf the head of my cock as she guided me towards her wanton hole.

My mind raced to the thought of a condom but honestly, that thought lasted less than twenty seconds as she sank down on top of me. Her head was placed on my shoulder due to the limitations of the car and hearing her breathing change and grunts as she swallowed my hardness is a noise I'll never forget.

For everything she didn't know about kissing, she did know about using her hips. It felt like I had six velvet hands jerking me off as she rolled forwards and back, side to side, and flexed her muscles as she bounced up and down on me.

She kept her body pressed against me so my hands only got to explore her marvelous ass. It was too much for me to palm so I was just grabbing what I could. I reached for her hair and knotted it around my fist before pulling, arching her neck back a little. She hissed a low moan but had me stop. She had appearances to keep.

She started to move faster. Her hips slamming downwards into mine as she whispered huskly to no one in particular.

"That's it."

"Right there."

The car began to reek of sex and the noise of her gushing cunt sliding up and down my pole was met only by the creaking of the car as it bounced.

"Cum in me" She whispered.

I know I had been reckless to this point but there are some lines you don't cross. She started to flex more as she rode me.

"Cum in me. Fill me up. No one will know."

Her tongue started to kiss and nibble on my ear lobe. I was putty in her hands as I started to feel my cock swell. I decided to give as good as take. Using what limited movement I could, I pressed my hips upwards to meet hers with each thrust.

"Is that what you want? For me to cum in you?"

"Yes..."

"Are you protected?"

"N...no..."

"You want me to fill your slut stomach with a baby?"

"Oh my God" she exclaimed, startled at the jump in talk. It felt like her pussy turned into a shower as she got wetter. I have a huge impregnation fetish and the combination of that, being in public, and this girl's body had me almost over the edge. She started to really work her hips.

She whispered "Cum in me cum in me cum in me" over and over before I felt my cock head begin to swell, just as I made mention to her that I was about to burst she pulled herself off and sat on the middle console, using her hand to jerk me off as I came all over my own shirt and thighs. Thin beads of sweat dropped from both of our faces. She was the first to respond.

"Umm...wow...thanks. Thanks for not freaking out..." She was looking away and down when she said this. As I sat there, covered in my own cum, I didn't know what to say so I responded with "No problem".

I had another shirt in the trunk so I cleaned my thighs off as she straightened her dress and fixed her hair. I passed her a business card as I realized that at this point, she still didn't know my name. She kissed me on the cheek and exited the car, leaving me to change in the parking lot.