Unexpected Encounter At Greggs The Bakers
Ok this is my second story in this and yet again it’s another Indian cougar that gets the taste of my throbbing cock in her pussy and mouth. Was minding my business sitting in the bakers having a pasty. The bakers were a bit busy in the counter but the seating area was more less vacant. The reason being the bakers charge an extra not much to sit in and eat. So here I am trying to gobble up this hot pasty when a woman’s glance cut my next mouthful in. She was not a stunner but decent. Scanning up and down I could see she was not much of a looker but yet there was something intoxicatingly beautiful about this middle aged woman maybe in her early 40’s. One thing she had was a great pair of knockers and even though she wore a coat to protect her from the chills of the British winter; they were kind of prominent. Just couldn’t take my eyes off that for a hot minute when I realized this woman looking at me with a bit of interest and at the same time a confused look in her face which just made the situation erotic and all of a sudden the cock of mine which you all should know by now has got a mind of its own kept pressing to the side of my chinos making it a bit visible. Saved by the table. Phew. I finished up my pasty and sat there drinking my bottle of water which I didn’t buy from the shop at all (the rebellious side of me lol) she looked at me the third time and I knew she was looking so turned my attention at her and scanned her from top to bottom. The heart beat could have been heard a mile away. A sense of naughtiness a sense of fear a sense of horniness all played a vital part in me getting the courage to get up and walk past her. I came out of the bakers and this time waited for her to see if she came out. She did she did ??and the funny thing is she looked at me. Got a bit tongue twisted again and said something that did not constitute to being the English language at all. Darn why do I do this to myself. I croaked and she didn’t even hear me instead walked away. I just followed the swaying ass of this woman and came up to the pedestrian crossing where we waited along with the local hoodies in the area trying to cross a busy road waiting for the lights impatiently. I broke my silent again and said. How come just a sandwich and not a hot pasty or pie. She turned around and said excuse me? I did not lose faith but stead said why no pie or pasty. She smiled. Boy that was a killer of a smile. A plain jane looking Indian woman with a smile that can break the youngest of hearts I just said the truth. You have indeed got a cute smile miss. She said thanks but I’m Not a miss. But a Mrs. Wow a Mrs. Lucky sod whoever married her I told myself. So where you off to I enquired. She was candid and I liked that. She said I’m on my way home. Oh so you don’t work I asked. She said she was on her annual and the kids have been dropped off to school.She was being actually open to me. Was it the way I approached her or was it her good nature to be open and honest to a stranger. I was like why home care for a coffee? She smiled and said I don’t drink coffee and furthermore just got my sandwich. Then how about a drink? She was like, what at this hour of the day? I was like why not? A toast for the day and fate for allowing me to meet a gorgeous gal like u. She giggled; people she giggled. Then she stopped and said what’s ur game huh? Do you think I’m that sort of woman to go to a bar with a stranger. I had to think quick before I lost her interest. I causally said hey it’s a free country and a harmless drink didn’t kill anyone. She looked right into me and said. Okk what’s your name. All this time all this talk and it was then we exchanged pleasantries. Her name Mrs. P. Did not ask her age cos it’s just rude. She worked for the civil services something to do with naughty children and educating them. I was intrigued and maintained eye contact with her even though my eyes kept drawing to those tits of hers. They looked like torpedoes being held back with full force. She noticed that and gave me an uncomfortable look. Well I asked her. Drinks on me if you are interested. She said I don’t do bars or pubs. You don’t look like a psycho to me so why don’t you pop in and the drinks on me then. I was like really. Are you sure. I really don’t want to impose. People i’m not going to lie to you all but actually I felt a slight bit of paranoia hit me. Now I was thinking what’s her game? Has she got a group of mobsters in the house who were just going to do me in. Was I going to get beaten up for being a horny child. I was like are you sure? She said sure sure. And don’t worry I ain’t gonna eat you up. What about your hubby. She said what hubby. I was like you said you dropped the kids off to school so I assumed that you got a hubby too. Well he was there but he settled for a younger version of me and has settled in Mumbai. The sleaze bag. I interjected. What a fool he has been. I sincerely tell you Mrs p it’s his loss. She interrupted and said yh yh heard it all before and really it does not phase me. My son and daughter are my world now. I live for them but yet I’m human too. When she said that both of us stopped walking and looked at each other. This kinda made me feel bad and sad for her at the same time. I grabbed her by the arm and locked arms with her. The feeling of just meeting the woman had vanished. That 15 minute walk and talk had formed a bond of friendship in no time. We reached her home. She lived in quite a busy end of the road. Buses and all going past the house. But it was predominantly a white folks area. We went in and I could smell Indian food and I said it smells nice. Why the sandwich. Oh it’s for the son he does not eat Indian. He loathes it. I smiled and said can I get some water. She smiled and said thought you might ask whisky or brandy. I said yh why not but a glass of water first please.