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realized how nice the weather was as I pulled out of the

parking deck. It was the perfect day to kick back on the

balcony, grill some steaks and enjoy a glass of wine. Then

I laughed as I realized all I needed was the steaks and wine.

I decided to stop at the supermarket on my way home. I

figured Randy could come over for dinner and then we’d go

to The Hideout after polishing off the wine.

‘Damn, I'll be here forever!’ I thought as I walked in. I was

hoping I’d be in and out but the endless lines let me know I

was gonna be a while. Since I was already there, I grabbed a

cart and headed for the meat department.

I was looking through the steaks when I suddenly heard,

“Porterhouse is the best cut you can buy.”

I turned to find out who was making the recommenda-

tion and saw the sexiest piece of chocolate I’d ever seen. He

was wearing a Falcon’s jersey, black sweatpants and a huge

smile that was replaced by a lusty grin as he nodded toward

his groin and flexed his bulge.

“Follow me,” he said. “I wanna show you something.”

I wasn’t sure if I should go with him but my feet were

already moving. I followed him to the restroom tucked away

in the back corner. Once the door was closed, he wrapped his

arms around me from behind grinding his stiff shaft against

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my ass. Then my arousal matched his instantly as he nibbled

my ear.

He whispered, “Like that, huh?”

I tried to respond but all I could do was moan. I strug-

gled to break free as he pushed me into an empty stall but it

was no use.

“We can’t do this,” I said but my plea fell on deaf ears.

I found myself hugging the wall with my pants around

my ankles and nearly lost my mind as his tongue connected

with my ass. I tried not to moan but it felt so good!

He whispered, “We can’t stay in here long; I just had to

get you off to myself for a while.”

I was dazed by his forwardness as I tried to wrap my

head around the unbelievable scenario. “But you don’t know

me,” I gasped trying to catch my breath.

He gave my ass a sharp swat and said, “I know but that

sweet little booty caught my attention from across the store.”

I couldn’t help wondering how long this dude had been

watching me.

Then he asked, “Can I see you later?”

Before I could speak, the door opened with a loud bang.

I scrambled to pull my pants up as a little voice asked,

“Daddy, are you in here? Mommy said she’s ready to go!”

My captor raised a finger to his lips. “Tell mommy I’ll be

right out,” he said.

“Okay,” the little boy replied as he walked out.

A look of relief quickly covered my mystery man’s face

as he said, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.”

I couldn’t help thinking, ‘Really?’

He reached into his pocket then handed me his card and

said, “I’m Ted; you should call me so we can finish this.”

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I tried to tell him I wasn’t into married men but he left

the stall and opened the door causing the same bang as his

son before I could speak.

I glanced at the card which read:

I wasn’t gonna call him but I slid the card in my pocket

anyway. Damn, he was fine!

I headed for the meat counter and picked out a pack of

Porterhouse steaks since they were so highly recommended.

I went over to the wine aisle, grabbed a couple of bottles then

headed to the checkout counters.

When I made it to the front of the store, Ted and his wife

were putting their bags in a cart while Jr. tore into a candy

bar. That’s when I noticed how beautiful his wife really was.

She was petite with a mocha complexion, her jeans looked

like they had been painted on and her silky shoulder-length

hair moved as if it had a life of its own. I’ve always thought it

was a curse for a man to have such a beautiful wife and still

have an appetite for dudes.

I reached for my phone to call Randy when I got in the

car. I hadn’t heard from him so I wanted to make sure that

we were still on.

Picking up on the third ring, he snapped, “What!”

Backing out of the parking space, I asked if he was okay.

“I’m sorry Ron; I’m just tired of this bitch!”

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“Okay, what bitch are you talking about?”

“Sarah!” he growled.

“You mean your supervisor?”

“Yeah, that bitch just wrote me up again!”

I tried to calm Randy down by telling him I picked up a

couple of bottles of wine and steaks to throw on the grill. “I

know you wanna eat before we go to the club.”

His mood lightened instantly. “Ron, I was so pissed that

I forgot about going out tonight; I’m feeling better already!”

“Good, I’ll see you at my place when you get off work.”

“Okay, get your ass home and cook my dinner bitch!”

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