Pickup In The Parking Lot [ORIGINAL; Black Age Difference Married Fetish M/F]

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[Author's Note: I'm back! It's only been six days but the way I've been writing lately it feels longer. I haven't been sure what to write since my Constance Marie story, but I was just at the local.supermarket and became inspired.

Some of my Constant Readers may remember I Posted a few other stories set around this supermarket. I'm revisiting that old haunt. I hope you enjoy the story ~ G]

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Pickup In The Parking Lot
by GEMINIGUY (09/2024)
Email: iamgeminguy at yahoo dot com

[ORIGINAL; Black Age Difference
Married Fetish Public Sex M/F
Masturbation Oral Sex Anal Sex]

Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS ENGAGED IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE.

First thing you need to know about me, I was born crippled with a partial mental defect. Because of that, I received a large sum of money [put in my parents' care] and was provided for by the government. I went to the best schools, got the best education, got to go to University.
When I started University at eighteen, the government got me low-cost housing, so I had my own place then. And I started to receive Disability checks monthly. When I graduated from University I didn't have to work.
This didn't mean my life was easy. The kids in school knew something was wrong with me so they avoided me and wouldn't be my friend. The girls were the same way, they weren't interested in dating me. Because of my disability I'd be unable to ever drive. It was hard to get rides so I depended on buses.
After I graduated from University, I made some decisions. I put a home gym into my place and started working out. At the same time I started going with my parents to church every Sunday. Now no one at church knew about our family, about me. I looked young for my age because of my disability so everyone assumed I was younger and that  I was "normal". We never disuaded anyone from those ideas.

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This went on for years. Eventually all the muscle-training helped me to walk short distances.  There was a supermarket two blocks over, I started going there a lot when I couldn't go somewhere cheaper.
One day near the end of Summer when it wasn't too hot [the heat was too much for me, always slowed me down] I decided to walk down to the store. It wasn't the greatest of neighborhoods, you take low-cost housing where you can get it, mostly Black and Hispanic, but no one bothered me and I knew when to stay inside.
I'd had the weirdest dream: I was in the supermarket shopping when one of the Head Cashiers got on the loud speaker and announced "Pickup in the parking lot. I repeat, pickup in the parking lot. Now I'd been shopping there for years, and no one had ever made an announcement like that. I quickly forgot it before I even left the house.
It was a generally safe walk. I live across from Lowe's, I cut through parking lot and cross one street to get to the supermarket. I was a little out of breath at this point, and my feet hurt some, but I knew only I grabbed a carriage I'd feel a little. There was usual was at least one at the end of the parking lot.
As I slowly made my way up between the rows of cars, I noticed a Black woman coming towards me. I can't say I recognized, bl age [and I'd had the hots for a lot of mom's friends the last ten years or so], wearing huge sunglasses and what looked like an oversized man's dress shirt, except it was pink. It looked like that was all she had on.
I tried to imagine.what she might [not!] have on underneath when she called out my name. It was one of mom's friends from church, Dianna. One of mom's married friends. Upclose, I realized something I'd never noticed before; Dianna was really busty. Of course I loved Black, busty cougars.

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I recalled Dianna being quite talkative [I was right], and she still was. And she was in fact married. She had moved away a few years ago and she said that she and her husband had just come back.
Dianna rattled on a out why they'd left, why they came back, what their children who were my age were doing now, who was single, who was married, blah blah blah. She asked how my mother was and if we still went to church every Sunday.
Standing for so long was exhausting for me despite working out [not that Dianna knew about my issues], but I answered her questions, telling her I lived by myself now nearby. She offered to wait for me and give me a ride. I tried not to seem to eager when I accepted.
Dianna left her bags in the trunk of her car, an older model car in perfect condition, with tinted windows, going back in with me. She continued to talk, telling me what her husband did for a living [that I already knew], how much he made a year [knew that too] and what each of children did for a living and how much they made a year. Fortunately she was focused on her own family and never asked me what I did and for how much.
I was finished shopping about fifteen minutes later, and used the Self Checkout kiosk [I always prefered to ring myself out. Then we headed back to the car where I put my things in the trunk [it was a huge trunk on a boat of a car.
As I'd said, Dianna's window were darkly tinted. I couldn't see in. She unlocked the door then used the power lock to unlock mine. The seats were huge, maroon in color and so soft and fuzzy. I didn't see car seats like those before.

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The front seat was one full, wide seat, not like in new cars.
We both slid I side at the same time. From the side, I noticed several things. First, I hadn't realized how busty she was. Her breasts pushed far in front of her, as dud her belly, but nowhere near the size of her breasts.
The second thing I noticed was how the shirt gaped between the buttons at her breasts. I could see a little of the beige bra underneath.
The third thing I noticed was the shirt had ridden mamma up, showing her thick thighs and the crotch of her tight white panties.
Now Dianna was talking this whole time, and we've been in the car like five minutes and she's made no effort to put the keys in the ignition. Now I was in no big hurry to get home or anything, though her constant chattering was a bit much.
"I don't know if this is such a good idea," I interrupted. "You and me sitting alone in your car, you looking so good and showing a lot of leg . . ." I teased.
Dianna stopped, smiled than chuckled. She looked down at herself, her exposed legs.
"Do I really look that good?" She asked, eyes twinkling [now that she'd taken off her sunglasses and laid them on the dashboard].
Now I'd only said that in hopes of getting her to start her car and driving away. But I had to admit, I loved what I saw.
"You're husband must tell you that all the time," I replied, testing the waters.
Dianna laughed derisively, rolling her eyes.
"As if he notices anymore . . ." She said. "It's been decades. I miss it."
I put my hand on her thigh.
"His loss."