I'm standing in line, ready to pay, and it's dragging on and on. Without warning, someone bumps into me from behind. I'm annoyed, I look back, something in your eyes holds me captive. The line moves forward a bit, and without warning, he bumps into me again. This time I stay put, don't take a step forward, but that doesn't bother him. Instead of being annoyed, I smile. We don't move. The line moves forward. We have to follow, and without warning, I stop too soon, and he bumps into me. I smile, gently rubbing myself, as discreetly as possible, but with pressure. The line moves forward, and this time he follows closely. He maintains contact, and I feel the desire between my legs without warning. This is crazy, I think, as he places his hands on my hips and gently but firmly pulls them towards him. I breathe deeply, afraid that my stiff nipples might be visible. Without warning, he lets go; it's my turn to pay. I don't really want to pay anymore; the desire for sex is so strong. I glance back; he's not my type at all, but the desire is almost unbearable. He's at least 20 years older than me, powerfully built, and I think I know he feels the same desire. I pay, walk past him, smile, and he follows me. My eyes scan the options; the department store catches my eye. I make sure he's following me.

I head straight into the store and grab a random item of clothing. It's not even my size. I continue on to the fitting rooms. I'm sure he's following me. Without warning, he's close to me, pushing me into the fitting room. Without warning, he unbuttons my pants from behind. His hand slides between my legs. Not a word. Not a look. Not a kiss. He massages my pussy; he must feel how wet I am. Without warning, he pulls my pants down. He pushes me forward slightly. I brace myself. It's cramped; a woman is arguing with her husband next door. I don't care. I can feel his cock against me through his pants. He doesn't take it out. He rubs against me. I can feel how wet I am. He unzips his pants; I feel the cold metal and his shorts. Without warning, he pushes my upper body further down, slightly spreading my legs. His fingers slide inside me; I look at him as he masturbates. I try to guide my hand to my pussy, but he shakes his head. He puts his finger to his mouth; no one is supposed to hear us. I look at the wall. Without warning, he fucks me. He thrusts in quickly. I want to moan, but I bite my lip. The tension releases, and his hard cock plunges into me. His hands quickly grip my hips, and he fucks me hard. When I come, I moan softly; he slows down but goes deeper. He slowly pulls it out, then thrusts back in very deeply and ejaculates deep inside me. I feel him twitch. I watch him bite his lip. Without warning, he pulls out, smiles, pulls up his pants, and leaves. When I come out of the cubicle, he's gone. I take a bit of his semen home with me.