Tesco Car Park | NEON LIT

Tesco at 1 AM was a different world. Empty aisles, shelf stackers listening to podcasts, and the eternal question of why you actually came here when you could've just gone to sleep.

I was loading my shopping into the boot when she appeared.

"Got a light?"

She was in Tesco uniform, clearly on break, holding an unlit cigarette. Thick, ginger hair in a messy bun, freckles everywhere.

"Don't smoke, sorry."

"Fuck." She looked genuinely disappointed. "Mate nicked my lighter. This shift's killing me."

"Rough night?"

"Rough everything." She leaned against my car without asking. "Stock take. Twelve hours. I'm losing my mind."

"That does sound shit."

"It is. I'm Sophie, by the way."

"Jake."

"Jake. Nice name." She looked at my shopping—mostly ready meals and beer. "Living the dream, I see."

"Big time."

"Jealous." She was quiet for a moment. "You in a hurry?"

"Not really."

"Fancy keeping me company for a bit? My break's thirty minutes and the staffroom's depressing."

We sat in my car, engine on for warmth, watching the empty car park.

"This is nice," Sophie said. "Better than fluorescent lighting and Linda from dairy talking about her cats."

"High praise."

"It is from me." She turned, looked me over. "You're fit, you know that?"

"Thanks?"

"Statement of fact. Not a compliment." But she was smiling. "Been a shit week. You ever have those? Where everything's just... shit?"

"Most weeks, honestly."

"Same." She bit her lip. "Wanna do something stupid?"

"What kind of stupid?"

"The fun kind." She was already climbing between the seats into the back. "Coming?"

The back seat of my Focus was cramped, but Sophie didn't seem to care.

She straddled my lap, still in her Tesco uniform, and kissed me. She tasted like energy drink and bad decisions.

"Need this," she breathed. "Been so fucking stressed."

"Happy to help."

"Smooth." She was working at my jeans. "Less talking."

Her hand found me, stroked confidently. Then she dropped to her knees in the footwell—not much room, but she made it work.

Her mouth was hot and eager, and I grabbed the headrest to stay steady.

"Fuck—Sophie—"

"That's the idea." She stood—sort of—and started wiggling out of her work trousers. "Condom?"

"Glove box."

"Prepared. I like it."

She rolled it on, climbed back onto my lap, sank down slowly.

"Oh fuck—yeah—needed this—"

She rode me in the Tesco car park, her moans fogging up the windows. Through the glass, I could see the store, completely obvious to what was happening.

"Harder—come on—make me feel it—"

I grabbed her hips, thrust up to meet her. She came with a muffled cry, biting her lip.

"Don't stop—close again—"

She came twice more before I finished. We sat there, breathing hard, windows completely steamed.

Sophie checked her phone, swore.

"Break's over in two minutes." She climbed off, started fixing her uniform. "Fuck."

"Time flies."

"When you're having fun." She kissed me quickly. "I work nights every weekend. Same car park."

"Same car?"

"I'll find you." She grinned. "Just look for the ginger begging for a lighter."

She ran back to the store, uniform slightly askew.

I drove home with shopping I'd already forgotten and plans for next weekend.

Best Tesco trip of my life.