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Glenn's Shopping Surprise

Glenn's shopping trip takes a turn for the better.
Glenn yawned, and stretched his arms wide. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 9:03 am. He shifted the covers and swivelled, placing his feet on the cold wooden floor.

What day was it? Thursday? No. He remembered Thursday had been a short while ago. It must be Saturday. Thank God. No work today.

Maybe he should go for a nice trip into town. He could pick up the items on his shopping list, and have a quick venture through some of the smaller stores which he rarely got the chance to explore. He stood, and shovelled through his drawers, tossing on a black shirt and brown shorts.

Glenn went downstairs, and grabbed a quick bite to eat before he headed out. Munching on the bland cereal, he looked around the empty kitchen and sighed. He was tired of being alone. He had always been alone. Glenn was the outcast at school; the solitary kid who had no friends, and never spoke. Most teachers were surprised when they found out what his voice sounded like.

This trend had continued throughout his teens and adult life. He was 32 now, and unsurprisingly still a virgin, considering his awkward persona and classically nerdy looks. He was short, only 5'8" tall, with thinning brown hair and thick-framed glasses. His emaciated frame was skeletally thin; his clothes clung desperately to him and seemed in constant danger of slipping off.

Glenn's unattractive looks were exacerbated by his discomfort around women, or anybody in particular to be honest. He avoided conversation whenever possible, and stammered his way through when forced.

He finished his breakfast and threw the bowls in the dishwasher. Grabbing the car keys off the bench, Glenn walked into the garage and climbed into his Mercedes-Benz C350 Coupe. One of the perks of his preference for introversion was that his boss often mistook it for dedication to his job, something that his colleagues rarely displayed, so he was given a cushy position in his accounting firm with a comfortable salary and use of one of the company cars.

Glenn rushed to the mall near his home, which consisted of a few mid-scale department stores, a supermarket, and a food court. He polished off the groceries quickly and tossed them in the boot of his car, hurrying back into the mall to explore quickly.

He hadn't thought about the influx of shoppers wandering about the town on this particular Saturday, but the longer he walked about the mall, the more anxious he felt. He was regularly jostled by others, and was tossed from side to side like a rag doll in a washing machine.

Finally, he fell into a small store which was hidden in a small nook, behind an obnoxiously large Brooks Brothers. "Plain & Simple" read the sign hanging above the entrance. Glenn shrugged inwardly; it actually sounded like his kind of place. Looking inside, he allowed himself a small grin, and he clenched his fist surreptitiously with glee. The store was empty. He could hear a rustling emanating from the back room, which he assumed was an employee, but aside from that, Glenn was the solitary occupant.

He walked in slowly, taking care to enjoy a rare moment of peace in a store. He allowed himself to indulge, picking out several shirts and some pants to try on. After all, why not? It's not like he couldn't afford it, and who else was he going to spend the money on?

When he had chosen an armful of clothing, Glenn walked into a changeroom and closed the door, snapping the lock to the left. He took off his pants, tossing them on the bench behind him, and pulled the pair he had liked the most off their hanger.

A clatter sounded from the adjacent stall, forcing Glenn to pause with one leg in his prospective trousers. He looked towards the side from which the sound had come, and noticed a small, circular hole at waist height. Kneeling, he looked through it to see what had caused the commotion.

A box had been haphazardly tossed into the room, causing its contents to be strewn across the small floor space. Seconds later, a woman looked in at the box, and rolled her eyes.

"Every damn time," she muttered, "I can't put one damn thing down without it spilling everywhere."

She stormed into the cubicle, and began grabbing fistfuls of clothing and stuffing them back in the box.

Glenn's eyes widened when she walked in; this woman was gorgeous! She was around 5'7", with long brown curls which reached her shoulders. Her body was slim; she clearly made an effort to stay in shape. A petite waist curved outwards into a firm, round bum. The woman's legs were well toned; Glenn could see her firm calves outlined by the skinny jeans she was wearing. Under her tight top, he made could make out her breasts, which were round and firm, perhaps a C-cup.

Without his notice, Glenn's cock had begun to grow erect in his pants. He had never realized it, but God had given him one asset which set him apart from many. His penis was massive, all of ten inches when fully erect, and as wide as his wrist. He felt the familiar heat of arousal forcing it to crawl uncomfortably in his underwear, until it became insufferable and he was forced to readjust its position. He looked away for a second, and when he glanced back through the hole, he let out a startled cry and fell backwards.

The woman had moved to pick up more of the clothes, and put her face right beside the hole through which Glenn had been observing. He landed on his backside, and scrambled back to his feet when the woman let out a yelp and looked through the hole in turn.

Glenn had stood up just in time, but realised all too late that he was still only wearing a pair of underpants which left very little to the imagination. The woman's eye, which was pressed against the hole, widened as she saw the outline of Glenn's enormous appendage straining for release.

"Having a little peek were we?" she asked, in a demure tone.

"Um, n-no..." Glenn started, realising quickly that his defence was frail at best.

"Looks like you've been enjoying yourself," she said.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry about-"

"Don't be sorry," she interjected, "that thing is huge. I'm flattered."

The direct reference to Glenn's cock made it twitch in his underwear, on which a precum stain had already formed. He blushed and tried to stammer a reply, but could not untangle his tongue in time.

"Hush, sweetie, just let me see it," the salesgirl said.

Glenn gulped and hooked the elastic of his briefs with his thumb, pulling them down until his formidable penis bobbed in the open. The woman poked her finger through the hole, curling it seductively, indicating for him to bring it closer. Her finger disappeared, and he pushed his pole through the hole in the wall.

Almost immediately, he felt her small hand wrap loosely around the shaft, stroking it slowly while she gasped in amazement.

"This thing is unbelievable, I've never seen a cock like this!"

Glenn could not choke a reply past the bundle of nerves in his throat, and chose to remain silent. Before long, he felt her tongue lap at the bulging tip, tasting the droplet of precum which had formed.

"Mmm, yummy as well," she half-spoke, half-moaned.

She circled the tip of his cock with her tongue, teasing him madly. She ran her lips along the side, from the base upwards, until she reached his slit, at which point she would once again engulf the head in her warm mouth and suck lightly. All the while, she held a loose grip on his shaft and stroked lightly.

Glenn soon heard something which sounded wet coming from her side, but felt no change in the sensations pleasuring his cock.

"Are you, um... are you playing with yourself?" he asked.

Her lips freed his penis with a sloppy pop, and she continued to jerk him off.

"Fuck yeah, baby, this cock of yours has made me wetter than I've ever been."

Glenn gritted his teeth as his dick became somehow harder, straining upwards upon hearing her words. She took the head back in her mouth, but forced it deeper in her throat this time, until her stifled gags became audible. Glenn felt warm drool running down his shaft and onto his balls, soaking them quickly as she impaled her throat again and again. Her small hand cupped one of his testicles, squeezing it lightly and tugging it, all of which heightened his arousal.

The woman had managed to force about nine of his ten inches down her throat, before she pulled it out and gasped for air. She tried again, this time moaning as her fingers plunged again into her dripping pussy. Finally, Glenn felt her lips reach the base of his manhood, and her tongue tickling his sack simultaneously.

He felt a tingling sensation beginning in his balls, at which pont he began to moan loudly.

"Ohhh, I'm gonna cum..."

She pulled his cock out of her throat with a slurp, but continued to jerk it.

"Cum down my throat, baby. I wanna taste you."

She pushed it down her throat once more, humming heatedly around his shaft as Glenn felt an eruption force it's way from the tip of his cock. The woman gulped, as what felt like a gallon of cum slipped from his shaft in an endless orgasm.

Glenn felt as though his legs would give way, and finally she pulled his limpening cock out of her mouth and gave it a final kiss, giggling at a job well done.

He slowly put his clothes back on, feeling as though he was in a dream. Soon there was a knock on his door, and her now familiar voice spoke.

"Come on out, big boy. I wanna see my mystery man with the huge cock."

Oh shit. She wanted to see him. What was she going to say when she realised he was just a gangly nerd with no interpersonal skills whatsoever? She'll probably scream, he thought. Or slap him. Or worse, just shriek and run away. Glenn started to panic, breathing quickly and looking around blindly for another way to leave. There was none. He had only one choice.

He stood up and took one last deep breath, before opening the changing room door. There she was. Holy crap. She was even more stunning up close. Splendid green eyes stared expectantly at him, with a faint smile on her full, red lips.

She was expressionless for the briefest second, during which Glenn's heart stopped, and the blood rushed from his face.

"You're cute!" she announced, breaking into an adorable grin.

Glenn was slackjawed for a second, before entering back into reality.

"R-really? You think I'm cute?" he squeaked.

"Yep," she said, still grinning.

She paused for a second, and looked down nervously, before looking him in the eye again and speaking nervously.

"I know this is probably a stupid question, considering what just happened, but did you wanna hang out?"

Glenn was, once again, lost for words. He stared at her again, unable to calibrate a response.

"I know, I'm sorry," she said, looking down with tears in her eyes, "you probably just think I'm a stupid slut who likes to suck off strangers. I promise you I've never done that before. I really don't know what came over me, I-"

"Yes."

She stopped babbling, and looked at him with tears on her cheeks.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to," Glenn said.

Her face illuminated in a bright smile, and she hugged him timidly. Glenn was amazed at the change that had come over her in a couple of minutes. One second, she had been confident and commanding; one of the sexiest women he'd ever seen. The next thing he knew, she was shy, insecure, and sweet. He was bemused, but not complaining.

"Come on," she said, "I've locked up the store. Let's go."

Glenn nodded and walked over to join her, and she took his hand in hers as they walked out of the door.

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