Where the Action Happens

by Veronica Violet

  “Marriage is a little bigger than sex, Cody.”

  “But there are plenty of ways to get something big, Karen.”

  Okay, that was a little annoying.

  “I think I’m going to go, Cody.” I firmly stated as I pulled away from the table and my seat.

  “Wait! Before you go…” Cody started rummaging through his pockets, until eventually pulling out a business card, and handing it to me. “That’s the company I work for now. Maybe you’d be interested in coming with me on one of the trips.”

  I took the card, and casually put it in my purse without reading it. “I’ll keep it in mind, Cody.”

  “Alright, you have fun with Calvin now. I’ll still be here for a little while, in case he does what he does,” Cody joked. With that I took off.

  Walking back, it was hard not to think back to those moments I had with Cody. While it was an obnoxious joke, his cock was… big. Very, very arousing to work with. And it’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s touch… Calvin isn’t even awful in bed, we’re just both so very busy with our work. As I walked along the guiding lines on the floor, my breathing slowly started getting heavier and heavier… I was getting myself worked up over Cody, with not way to satisfy my needs. I know better than to do this to myself.

  I get back to where Calvin and I were looking at clothes, and found him on the phone, talking with some business person. I didn’t focus on the words too much, but they’re words I tend to hear whenever he is on the phone with business, so I didn’t probe.

  Unfortunately, this left me to my own thoughts, and that was littered with Cody. I leaned against the walling placed there, to separate the men’s clothes from the woman’s. I noticed that the shopping cart we were using was full of clothes for both me and Calvin. I studied it from a distance, and didn’t see anything sexy. Plenty of cute, not much sexy. I looked up from the cart, and across the walkway to see all the lingerie displayed for purchase. I wished Calvin would purchase these for me, I wish he would dress me up like that… That was something Cody and I did once or twice, and damn is was some of the most exciting stuff…

  I could feel my pussy wet now. Dammit. Impulses from the old days started drifting back to me. Dammit. We’re in public; what would we even do? Dammit.

  “Hey Calvin! I’m going to go look in the toy section for something I thought of for little Jimmy, okay? Gimme, like, 15 minutes!” I shouted across to him; Calvin, without turning his head, gave me a thumbs up.

  With that I fast walked back to the café area. What was I even going to say to Cody? I know he would jump on the opportunity to get some more of me, but we’re in a fucking shopping center. I couldn’t leave with him, and we couldn’t fuck in his car.

  Why am I even thinking about fucking? This is wrong, this is wrong, this is so wrong.

  I turned a corner, and saw Cody still sitting there, as if waiting for me to hastily rush back to him.

  Maybe it doesn’t matter if this is wrong.

  “Oh, hey, girl! It’s been awhile!” He joked as he sat up; the smiled that overtook his face meant he knew what had come over me. I don’t know how he does it, but he makes me look easy. Maybe I am easy.

  I pressed up against him, and looked as hard as I could into his eyes. “How do we fuck in a store like this?” I begged. Nobody was around to overhear, save a couple of employees behind the counter that look as though they wished to be anywhere else but here.

  Cody gave a simple laugh in response, and looked down on me, his eyes more determined than earlier. “What changed your mind?”

  “Answer the question.” I started to get nervous about all of this, doing this sort of thing again, but most of all I was intimidated by his height.

  “I have an idea; maybe you’ll enjoy it.” Cody said, taking my hand, and leading me towards the hallway stuck in the corner. I looked around at the employees; nobody was watching, nobody was caring.

  We turned the corner, and I instantly realized his intentions.

  “You want to fuck in the bathroom?” I was a little shocked at this.

  “I’ve done it before,” he casually remarked, taking a quick survey of the hallway before peering slowly into the male restroom. After deciding it was empty, he quickly pulled me inside, before anybody accidently turned the corner to catch us.

  “What about the store cameras?” He brought me to the second furthest stall, right before the handicap one. Whenever we would talk after sex years ago, and his libido was satisfied for the moment, one of the conversations we would have is his charity work with the physically handicapped; while it would be disastrous if anybody walked in, it didn’t surprise me he opted not to take the stall with the most space.

  “Nobody checks those, at least nobody that cares about what we mean to do.” He turned around in the stall, resting his hands on my sides, his thumbs caressing me slowly.

  “Is this enough space, though? I mean with the seat there and…”

  “You’ve never really been that good with sexy talk.” He laughed as he slowly leaned in, and softly kissed my lips, slowly moving down my face.

  “I’m not sure if I’m ready…” I muttered as he pressed me against the stall door, slowly kissing at my neck. “What if… what if Calvin walks in?”

  “He’ll never know.” Cody whispered, his hands traveling up my back, reaching the point my bras connects to itself, and began slowly unraveling it. My hands pressed against the sides of the stall, struggling to find the room to stretch, to feel, as my tension over my husband grew.

  “It’s already been so long since I left him at the register…” I heard the snap of my bra, and Cody pulled them up with my arms. I heard then hit the ground behind him, dodging the seat. Cody then pulled away from my neck, and started to pull off my shirt, getting onto his knees to slowly kiss up from my stomach. My hands, arms still up from when he pulled off my bra, grabbed at the top of the stall doors, supporting my arch as my body curled at the touch of his lips.

  His lips kissed slowly while rising up, as he slowly pulled my shirt higher and higher; eventually the shirt was folded over, and he prompt me to hold it up between the grip of my lips. I obliged, and he continued his soft kisses across my chest, his hands gracing over my breasts, until deciding on which to give his attention to. His tongue slowly traced around the areola, and my fingers clenched against the stall doors; his hands then slowly started tugging at my skirt, hitting the floor with them, quickly doing the same with my underwear.

  My breathing became deeper as he started to suck against my nipple, one hand gently tweaking my other nipple. He always knew how to get me going, no matter the circumstances… My arms started to support more and more of my body as my legs raised, as my body begged to be carried. The cold touch of the bathroom stalls surprised me as my legs twisted and turned, as Cody continued tasting my skin, but his touch is always too much to handle, always so captivating…

  Cody then pulled up from his position, and stood up to face me, his eyes fierce, his eyes piercing. I dropped the shirt from my lips, but without hesitation, or breaking eye contact, he pulled my shirt up and over me, throwing back to hang with the bra disposed earlier. His hands graced my skin again, one traveling down my stomach, and the other slowly caressing my cheek. I looked deep into his eyes, and I could see a desire… unsatisfied, apparently for a long time.

  “I’ve missed this…” I whispered as his hand reached the top of my cunt, his fingers slowly tracing, feeling my wetness drip softly out of me.

  “It can be yours again…” He muttered as he leaned in to kiss me. Our lips locked, and our tongues met, as his fingers started to slowly delve inside of me; my body started quivering as it happened, as he pressed into me from both ends. I kicked my skirt and underwear away from me, towards the rest of my clothing, leaving me only in my heels.

  My hands dropped from the top of the door and wrapped around him, feeling the muscles he’s acquired over the years. I then started to unbutton his shirt, slowly as not to take a
way from his focus on me; after I finished with all the buttons, his bare chest pressed up against mine; his chest hair felt so powerful against my skin.

  His fingers stopped delving inside and started to focus solely on my clitoris; I pulled away from his mouth to let out a soft moan, and he quickly then focused on my neck; he kissing and licked at first, but swiftly started biting against me. As he bit, my hands flew back against the stall doors hard, making a loud thump as they hit. My breathing grew erratic.

  “Careful… not to bite hard…” I pleaded as his fingers worked faster against me, as his teeth pressed harder into me. He then moved his head to the other side of my neck, so he could bring his other hand up, tweaking my nipple some more. My hands clenched against the stall, trying to find something to grab onto, until resolving to press against the sides to support me. It was so much sensation, so much of Cody, all I needed now was something big inside of me…

  Cody then pulled back, leaving me for a moment breathing heavy, alone with no touch. With what space he could muster inside of these walls, he started unzipping his jeans, dropping them to the ground, wrapping around his ankles. He conveniently was not wearing any boxers or the like; he always liked to go commando. His cock hung from him, fully erect, pulsing from barely any stimulation on his end. He then leaned back onto the seat, and spread out his legs.

  “Make it wet,” he commanded, his arms spread out from him, one hand pointing down at his cock. I stared for a moment, recollecting myself from the sensation that just took place. I thought for a moment about somebody walking into the bathrooms; not just Calvin, but anybody, as it is a public restroom. I then brought myself back to the situation, and slowly brought myself down onto my knees.

  The floor was cold, just like the stall walls, but I imagine the seat was colder. I positioned myself inbetween Cody’s legs, and my hands travelled up his legs to start. I looked up at him, looked into his eyes, and felt that fierce desire I saw earlier. My hand met his girth, and slowly wrapped my tiny fingers around it, ever so slightly missing connecting my fingers around. I slowly started stroking, still watching him, watching his eyes travel up and down my body, as a few strands of hair fall onto my chest. I felt his cock pulse within my grip, and I could see his chest rise and fall as his breathing became heavier. I stroked his cock for a moment, my thumb tracing over the head occasionally; I could feel the pre-cum slowly drip from him as I stroked a little faster, a little faster. Then, after just enough of that, I brought my head down, and after licking up the little cum that was there, slowly wrapped my lips around it.

  His hand rested on my head as I bobbed back and forth, as I felt his cock move inside of my mouth. My tongue pressed up against his shaft, and my hand worked with me, continuing to stroke him as I worked. I pulled his cock out of my mouth, making a popping sound like a lollipop, and tasted him up from the bottom of his cock to the head, pressing hard with my tongue, and moving along slowly to savor it. I then started beating him off a little faster with my hand as I bent in more, licking and tasting his balls with the rhythm of my hand. I sucked part of his sack into my mouth, and played with it with my tongue, careful to be gentle. My stroking grew faster and faster in pace, and when I needed to make his cock wet again, I wrapped around it and sucked with the same rhythm. I sucked him off, gagging occasionally when his cock went too deep, and felt his huge cock all over my mouth.

  “Damn, girl…” I heard him whisper, but I was too engaged to respond. My hands worked with my mouth, and I could feel his cock pulse more and more inside of it. I worked faster and faster, losing myself in the way this felt.

  He then pulled me up from my hair, and faced me towards him. His cock was dripping, mostly from my mouth, but a bit from his cum.

  “You should fuck it now,” he said.

  “Fuck you now? What about protection? I thought-”

  “Just do it,” he commanded, raising his voice a little. My heart skipped a beat as he did, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the moment. So I obliged, standing up slowly as not to knock into anything, and turning around. I held myself up on the bars the paper rested on, as well as the handicap bar, and slowly eased myself down onto his cock. His hands grabbed at my ass as I did, feeling them and supporting me as I descended.

  I stand like this, my legs were pressed together, so every inch down onto him felt like two, as his cock dug deep into me. It was a slow decline at first, as I wasn’t sure how my body would take it; as soon I as I discovered my body accepted his cock without pain, I softly rested myself onto his lap, feeling his cock inside of me. His hands slowly pushed me back up, sliding his cock again through me, and soon we had a pattern going; my ass softly pressed against his legs with every descend, but soon, as his hands pulled away as my speed quickened, and my ass slapped against him with every rise and fall.

  My legs and arms trembled trying to hold my body up, as my grip weakened and my legs spread farther and farther apart. “Cody… oh, Cody…” I couldn’t help but moan as I made his cock fuck me, fuck me deep inside of me… I could feel his cock pulse inside of my cunt.

  “You wouldn’t believe it,” I suddenly heard from the entrance door to the bathrooms. My heart rate jumped, and I was about to panic, but at that same moment Cody grabbed my legs from behind, and with strength I haven’t felt used in a long time, pulled me up from the ground and rested me against his chest; my legs stuck in the air, and his cock was still firmly inside of me, as he leaned into a more comfortable position.

  “I’ve been waiting outside for 15 minutes!” It was Calvin’s voice, I realized, as the door closed. He was on the phone with somebody…

  After putting me where he wanted, Cody’s hands moved from their grip, forcing me to hold them up against the wall if I wanted to make sure Calvin had little chance of seeing them, in the gap between the stall door and tiled floor. My hands firmly grasped at the stall sides as well, to maintain my body’s position. One of Cody’s hands firmly clamped over my mouth, muffling any sounds I could accidently make to give away our status. His other hand slowly reach up my chest, and over my breast; Cody made sure not to stop the fun, as his hips slowly rocked in a way to slide his cock in me, as his fingers slowly tweaked at my nipple. Despite Calvin’s presence, it was hard not to flicker my eyes in the pleasure, as my head rolled back onto Cody.

  “Yeah, she said she was just getting something small, for the kid…” Calvin said, as I heard his zipper adjust. "Couldn’t find her in the store, though.”

  Cody’s cock pulsed ever so slightly while sliding in me; it felt so big in me, especially when we were at risk of discovery. I bit against his finger at the pleasure, to stop me from making a sound. Cody didn’t seem to mind.

  “Yeah… yeah…” Calvin muttered in his phone, presumably in response to whoever he was talking to. “Yeah… I’ll let her know. Have a good day, Margaret.” The faucet turned on, and I heard Calvin slide his phone into his pocket, after readjusting his zipper. Cody continued to slide his cock in me, but one of his thrusts out accidently pushed his cock too far out, and, for the moment, he stopped fucking me.

  I desperately needed more, but we didn’t dare make a sound while Calvin was still here.

  The faucet turned off, and I heard Calvin’s footsteps walking out of the room. The door opened, and a couple more steps happened; Calvin stood at the doorway, however, for a moment. Were we discovered? Why was he standing? I started shaking again, but Cody slowly caressed my cheek again with his nearby thumb, soothing me slightly. Apparently Calvin didn’t figure anything out, and after that moment, closed the door behind him.

  We listened for a moment, focusing on Calvin’s footsteps walking away from the bathrooms, and after they were out of range, we waited a moment longer. Cody slowly released his grip form my mouth, giving off a sigh of relief.

  “Of all the possibilities…” He sighed. “You’d think that wouldn’t ha-”

  I cut him off as I quickly scrambled to my feet, leaving his embrace for the moment. I turn
ed my back against the stall door, pressing against it as I spread my arms wide along the walls. “There’s no time to talk; finish me.” I demanded.

  Cody looked into my eyes for what seemed like eternity, then snickered a bit. He then quickly got up from the seat, and grabbed me by my bottom, pinning me against the wall, my legs raised again in the air. I wrapped my arms around him, and pressed my head against his.

  He quickly found his cock way into my cunt again, and spared no moment to thrust into me. His cock slapped against my insides, and I could feel his heavy breathing against mine. We stopped caring about the sounds we were making; if somebody walked in now, we wouldn’t, and probably couldn’t, stop.

  His cock feels so good inside of me… my ass and back banged against the stall door with every thrust he made. “Cody…!” I let out a moan, louder than I’ve made in my years with my husband, and I heard it echo across the stall walls. Somebody outside was bound to hear it, as Cody started to grunt with every slide into me, so we didn’t have much time. My breasts moved with his rhythm too; I could feel them bounce against my chest every second, every moment. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly, and my fingers dug deep into his back.

  His pace then started to grow a little faster, losing a bit of its rhythm. I opened my eyes and saw his face enraptured with the pleasure of my insides, his breathing including a little more of his voice with each grunt.

  “…! …Karen…!” He moaned every so softly; I could feel his cock pulse more in me as he did.

  I grabbed at his face, still watching it drown in pleasure, his eyes flicker behind their closed doors. “Do it, baby; fill me up,” I said, caressing his cheek slowly with my thumbs. My breasts started to move more frantically, as they lost their ability to keep up with his pounding; his hands grabbed at my legs tighter and tighter, as he tried desperately to feel every part of my insides with his juicy cock.