Lidl Lust
"A middle aisle treasure hunt leads to finding more than bargains with a thick shelf-stacker"
The middle aisle of Lidl was a dangerous place. One minute you're after milk, next you're leaving with a pressure washer and an inflatable kayak. But today's impulse purchase was different.
Chantelle was restocking the random crap they sold—welding masks next to ski poles next to what might have been a bread maker. She was bent over a pallet, giving anyone who cared to look a view of an arse that could stop traffic.
And I definitely cared to look.
She was proper thick—wide hips stretching those blue work trousers to their limit, a waist that dipped in just right, and when she stood up, tits that made her Lidl polo look obscene. Bleached blonde with dark roots showing, gold hoops, face full of makeup even at 9 AM.
"Need help finding something?" she asked, catching me staring.
"Depends what's on offer."
She looked me up and down, slow and obvious. "Cheeky. I like that." She glanced around—the aisle was empty. "See anything you want?"
"Looking at it."
She bit her lip, trying not to smile. "Stockroom's out back. Five minutes. Pretend you're looking for the toilet."
The stockroom was a maze of pallets and shrink-wrapped goods. She was waiting behind a wall of toilet paper, already pulling her hair out of its ponytail.
"Thought you weren't coming," she said.
I answered by pushing her against the pallets, kissing her hard. She tasted like energy drinks and strawberry lip gloss, her tongue meeting mine with zero hesitation.
"Been staring at you for weeks," she admitted between kisses. "Those arms. That jawline. Knew you'd be a good fuck."
"Let's find out."
Her polo came off easy, revealing a leopard-print bra working overtime. I unhooked it, watched her tits spill out—heavy and perfect with pale pink nipples.
"Fucking hell," I breathed.
"Like what you see?" She grabbed my hand, pressed it to her chest. "Have a proper feel then."
I squeezed, kneaded, took a nipple in my mouth while she moaned and fumbled with my jeans. Her hand found me hard and ready.
"Jesus Christ. That's gonna ruin me."
"That's the plan."
I spun her around, bent her over a pallet of tinned tomatoes. Those work trousers came down, revealing a thong that was basically just a string.
"No time for foreplay," she said. "Just fuck me before Gary comes looking for the soup."
I slid into her and we both groaned. She was tight, wet, and pushed back against me like she needed it as badly as I did.
"Harder—yeah—just like that—"
The pallet shook with every thrust. Somewhere nearby, a tin rolled off a shelf. Neither of us cared.
"Shit—gonna cum already—you feel so fucking good—"
I reached around, found her clit, and she muffled a scream into her arm. The way she clenched around me was too much—I came seconds later, gripping her hips.
We cleaned up fast, both of us panting.
"Same time tomorrow?" she asked, fixing her bra. "I'm on the early shift all week."
"Wouldn't miss it."
She kissed me once—hard and promising—then straightened her uniform. "Now buy something so it doesn't look suspicious. The leaf blower's half price."
I walked out with a leaf blower I didn't need and a smile I couldn't hide.
Worth every penny.