We were both moaning.I was feeling each other’s organs twitching, shaking hard as our orgasms consumed us completely. I held Archana’s ass with bo...th my hands and continued to pump powerfully. I was trying to get every last drop of my cum inside her. And at the same time, I could feel her pussy squeezing me rapidly.She always does that, milking my cum out with her vaginal walls. I filled her up real good and noticed my cum dripping down her sweet pussy. I fell on top of her, exhausted, spent,. Hmm, I thought: I wonder what that’s about. ‘So,’ I asked as we were leaving the restaurant arm in arm, swaying a little, laughing a lot, ‘did you come here often?’ She laughed at that, but I truly wasn’t trying to be a wit. I was trying simply to say something pithy. Clearly that wasn’t happening, but what she did say was perfect. ‘In modern society,’ she replied firmly in a faux British accent, ‘a woman can come anywhere she wants to.’ We both broke up at her choice of words. ‘… and, anytime. There are all kinds of people in grocery stores, old people,pretty young women, some not so pretty women, and a few men. I put myselfin the not so pretty woman category. Also people don't look at each othervery closely in grocery stores. They are to busy scanning the shelves forthe food items or looking down the isles as they push the grocery cart.Everyone seems to be in some kind of daze. Even the check out clerks spendmost of their time looking at the groceries they are scanning as they. My hand is stroking my cock, slowly. I imagine her bending over the bed, her stocking tops in full view underneath her skimpy black skirt. Her high heels glistening and sparkling even in the dim light of the room. She bends lower and I see her bare pussy reveal itself from behind the most perfect arse you have ever seen. A pussy that peeks through the flesh and winks at you, with that come and get me attitude. A pussy that looks so elegant and yet you know that it wants something hard and rigid.