My first reaction was to blush, feeling caught with tenting pants. But what I saw next undid all my careful rearrangements.The big haired sex bomb ste...ped from behind the rack of clothes where she had been standing. First thing — or rather things — I saw were her breasts. They were huge and hardly held in check by her tight V-necked angora jersey. It had been tucked into an equally tight mini-skirt. She seemed to wear the skirt only to hug her hips and leave her endless legs free to play all. I could easily feel the dress ride up my bum as I did so. Not sure if anyone saw me the first time as it was busy but not in the aisle I was in at the time but it did feel good doing it in public.The next aisle I walked down more slowly as it was busier, there was this guy (about fifty or so) who began looking at me sideways and smiled at me once. I needed something off a high shelf so I stretched on my shoes but could not reach it so he kindly offered then placed it in my trolley smiling. Finally building up the courage, Mike moved his hand gently over the outer lips of his pussy. As he slowly rubbed his outer lips, the moisture from within began to lubricate him and his finger easily passed to the softness beyond.Groaning aloud as he hit his ultra sensitive clitoris, Mike knew he was beyond stopping now. Lying on the floor, he began rubbing one finger gently over his now stimulated clit and slowly pushed a single finger into his eager vagina. Gasping at how wonderful it felt. Though maybe that was his plan all along. And walking down with a tingling sensation in my stomach, it looked like I had just subscribed to it to. I decided to make it interesting‘Okay, I hope my husband, wont catch us...’He looked confused – ‘ex-husband,’ I corrected. I let him come into kiss me – first he kissed my cheeks I could feel his sweet breath getting hotter, tracing over my chin, before finding my lips then my tongue and then his kiss twined us, oh, God. I broke it suddenly, looking.