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The Bookstore

By: Charybdis



Barnes & Noble

Here's what I'd like to have happen some day at the bookstore…

I was a little tired after the long drive home and decided to stop off at B&N for a coffee and to stretch my legs. It was a bit on the cool side, I walked in quickly and went to the bathroom. Every time I went in there I thought of how nice that handicapped stall would be for a quickie and smiled to myself. Like THAT'S ever going to happen..but it's a nice little fantasy just the same. I finished up and washed my hands. Still thinking about getting it on, lost in my own little fantasies for a while. I went over to the coffee shop and stood in line. Ahead of me was a VERY cute girl, wearing a black skirt and a white blouse under her jacket. I looked at her ass..hmmm..no pantie lines..nothing wrong with that..she must be cold..poor thing..maybe I should warm her up..LOL. 

I caught her eye and said "Brrr..you must be freezing!" 

She gave me a dazzling smile and said saucily "Maybe I am and maybe I"m nice and warm.." I smiled. My kind of girl. 

"Well I would think you would get a lot of cold breezes in that skirt...maybe you have on those heated panties.." I laughed. Her smile widened a little and she said very softly..

"And maybe I don't need panties to stay hot." I laughed..

"Maybe not..you don't seem like the cold type." She laughed and moved a little closer..my hand was almost touching her thigh..which were covered in black stockings. 

"Definitely not." she said. I smiled and 'accidently' brushed her thigh with the back of my hand. 

"Oh..excuse me." I said. Her smile got even wider..

"No problem.." and moved a hair closer so that my hand was definitely on her thigh. I felt my cock perk up a little. The girl behind the counter called her and asked what she would like. 

"Hmmm.."she said and looked at me.."what's good here?" 

"Well" I said "I like the breves..they are nice and creamy.." 

"Ummm..that sounds good. I'll have a breve please." 

"I'll get that for you..and I'd like one myself, please."

We walked off to the side to wait for our drinks and started chatting.

"So what brings you out on such a cold night?" I asked. "Oh, my daughter needs some help with the computer. All I really know how to do is get online and chat."

"Well I can probably help you there..I know a bit about computers..I can help you get something that will fit your needs."

"Do you think so? I want something that will really do the job.."

"I'm sure I can help you out." Hmm..this was definitely getting interesting..My mind was flashing all sorts of fun thoughts.

We got our drinks and headed over to the computer section. She was standing very close to me. I asked her what she needed help with and decided to play little sexual word games to see just how far she was willing to go with it. She said she was looking for something on MS Office and bent down to pick out a book from the bottom shelf. I caught a flash of thigh above her stockings and a glimpse of the start of the swell of her ass..Hmmm..Yummy, 

"Well" I said "That's a good book..nice and thick..it really will stretch your mind. But those aren't really all that great unless the person who's doing it knows how to get down to it. Sometimes they are just overkill."

"Yes. I've noticed that before."

"Now, these more average sized ones can be really good if the person knows the subject thoroughly. They pretty much stick to the important parts and really hammer it home."

She backed up a little and stood with her ass just touching my hip.

"That sounds like just what I need..a thorough job. All the hot spots hit."

OK..I thought, this is getting interesting. I reached my hand forward and gently ran my finger up her hip.

"No sense in wasting your precious time on the things that don't count. Just go over the important parts and really pound them into you..sometimes that's exactly what you need.."

She bent over again and her skirt rose up a little..definitely no panties. I could see her hot little slit this time. She stayed bent over and looked up at me. 

"What do you think of this one?"

"I think that's one of the better ones..very good for an in-depth exploration of the subject." I reached forward and very gently ran my hand up her inner thigh. "I think that would fit the bill nicely.." I slid my finger over her slit and she gave me a big smile..

"I can see you are willing to help..But I'd hate to take up too much of your time..I remember you said something about getting inside where it's warm."

I gave her a smile and slid a finger inside her..she was very wet and warm..I smiled and pulled my finger out..then lifted it to my lips and sucked the juices off it..looking her in the eye I said "That's OK, as long as I have something warm and creamy to enjoy I'm in no hurry."

She smiled and stood up.

"I need to make a phone call" she said" isn't the phone near the men's room door? Maybe you could help me find it?" She reached out a hand and ran her fingers over my crotch. "I'd be glad to give you a nice reward for all your help.."

"Of course." I said. "It's right this way."

We walked over to the phone and she looked me in the eye. There was no one in the hallway..in fact the whole store was very quiet.

"I've always wondered what the men's room is like here." she giggled.. "Do you think you could sneak me in for a peek?"

"Sure.." I smiled. "Be right back.."

I walked in..no one was in any of the stalls so I opened the door and motioned her in..She looked down the hall and I guess no ne was coming because she swiftly came in..

"It's a little different than I thought." she said.."I figured it would be roomier."

"Well, the handicapped stall is fairly large..come on.."

We walked into the stall and suddenly I heard the door open..she looked up at me and giggled a little. I swiftly sat on the toilet and lifted her into my lap.Her body was pressed against mine and my cock was definitely noticing it's proximity to her hot little pussy. We heard the guy walk to the urinal..meanwhile I was reaching around and playing with her ass...

"Ever done it in a men's room?" I whispered.."This is one of my favorite fantasies."

She gave a sensual smile and reached between her legs for my cock. 

"Since you've been SUCH a help.." She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, which was getting harder by the second. The guy flushed and left.. I picked up her skirt and slid her onto my cock..just a quickie..no foreplay. SHe was tight and wet..I opened her blouse a little and began to nibble the tops of her breasts while she began rocking back and forth. trying to get my cock in as far as it would go.. I grabbed her ass cheeks and started to move her in slow circles..with my hard cock in her to the balls. She was getting flushed and smiling as I pulled her bra down and began to suck and gently bite her nipples. We were there for a while..her bouncing up and down on my cock, then stopping and moving slowly and sensually when we heard the door open. People were coming in and out..standing in the stall next to us..some guy was talking about how much he'd like to bone the countergirl to his friend in the next stall..we almost cracked up wondering what he would think about a guy and a girl fucking 2 feet away from him while he fantasized about the clerk. The bathroom emptied again and she began to really bounce up and down..trying not to moan out loud..panting and throwing her head back and forth. I picked her up by the ass and put her against the wall and started to pound into her hard..she was loving it...finally I came and we adjusted our clothes. I walked out into the hall..no one was around..so I called her she came out quickly and with a little smile we went our separate ways.....

the end. 

Maybe. 

The Bookstore



Fantasies Of One Woman Part 3

Another one of my fantasies incorporates me working in some sort of a pornographic bookstore that has dancing girls who will dance for a man or woman in a booth with just a pane of glass between them. The idea of even working in a place like that is very arousing because normally I would never do any such thing or even think about actually doing it.

The bookstore owner tells me that he has a customer that wants to use one of the booths, and he tells me to turn him on. I smile my sly smile and slip into the back room for a few moments finding some sort of proper outfit to wear and end up walking to the both in a short black leather mini-skirt and a tight red blouse.

I take my place on a stool behind the glass in the booth and thought about some very naughty things to get myself slightly turned on before the customer came into the booth. After a few minutes I had a lovely fantasy drilling its way though my mind and I was very horny and ready to perform.

Soon the customer comes in and sits down. He is a tall man who is muscular and very nice looking. He has long brown hair that is tied back into a pony tail and I must admit the fantasy slipped from my mind once I saw him. I actually wanted him.

Music begins to play, something like that of Enigma. I was definitely ready to perform for this lovely man and hopefully really get him off. 

The thought of having a man want me in that way has always turned me on. He could not touch me because of the pain of glass and I could drive him crazy. 

I stand up and begin to gyrate my hips as I rub my hands all over my body. My nipples harden as my hand slide over them through my shirt. I slowly unbutton my blouse revealing my black lacy bra to him. My nipples were fully erect and seemed to be pointing in his direction.

I pinched my nipples a few times and teased them. I could see him shift in his chair a bit. I grinned to myself. It was working. Normally the guys would just watch us strip, but he was so good looking that I wanted him to be able to get off for me. I wanted to see him have to jerk himself until he came and I was going to do anything that I had to, to be able to see this.

I turned around and rubbed my ass against the pane of glass as I unzipped my skirt and slowly let it drop to my feet. My black lace thong rubbed against the glass now as I danced to the ever changing music. 

The customer has his eyes glued to me. He is beginning to breathe heavy. I reach my hand inside my panties and begin to play with myself. My eyes are closed, and I show him that I am really becoming aroused. My pussy is so wet that my fingers slide around as though my pussy had been greased.

I open my eyes and check the customer’s crotch. The man is sitting there now with his cock freed from his pants and he is stroking it very slowly. His cock is at least nine inches long and very thick. I feel myself get wetter at the sight of his huge meat. I thrust a few fingers into my tight wet pussy and begin to finger myself like crazy.

. I slip my bra off revealing my erect nipples and I squeeze them with my fingertips and pinch them lightly and then harder. My hands rub all over my nice full, firm tits.

I glance again at the man and he is jerking his cock harder now and I figure it is time to turn up the heat more. I slip out of my panties and sit down on the stool with my legs spread so that he can get a full view of my lovely wet mound. I run my fingers over my clit slowly at first and then faster as the tempo of the music gains speed. I lean back against the wall and place my feet against the glass so that he may see how wet I am and see right into my soaking wet hole.

I press my fingers into myself and begin to finger myself faster and faster while watching the customer that sits there. He is now jerking his cock faster and faster and I can see the glistening of pre-come on the head of his cock. He stands up right against the glass and rubs the head of his cock against the glass adjacent from my pussy and my fingers, which are moving faster and faster now as he watches me play with myself. 

The pre-come on his cock is smearing against the glass. I buck my hips towards the glass like I was fucking him and this drives him completely out of control. He jerks his cock faster and faster and he moans out and is gasping for breath. 

I too am gasping and moaning as he makes these motions. I want him to fuck me so bad that it is running though my entire body like the blood that keeps me alive. My fingers move faster and faster. I buck my hips closer and closer to the glass pane starring at his hand on his cock and wanting to have it in my own hands.

After only a few more moments he comes all over the glass and I come all over my fingers and hand. I my hand is completely soaked in my juices and I shiver as I lower my legs and sit back on the stool.

He looks down at me as I reach for my clothes and he zips up his pants and the timer on the booth goes off and he has to leave. 

I dress quickly and go to the back room and get the glass cleaner and a few paper towels and go into his side of the booth. It smelled so good. Then I looked at the wad of come that was slowly rolling down the glass. I could not help but stick my finger in it and lick the come off my finger.

I then cleaned the glass and slipped from the booth and went on my coffee break only to find him at the coffee shop. He was sitting there in all his glory reading the book that he had bought from the store and I watched him a moment before finding my own table and sitting down.

After a cup of coffee and a cigarette, I felt these large hands upon my shoulders and I looked up and it was the man from the bookstore. Without a word he just reaches under me and lefts me up and carries me out to the parking lot to a huge truck. He opens the door and sets me in and then climbs in on top of me.

We go at it for an hour in his truck and at the end of my coffee break I get out of the truck and make my way back to the store completely satisfied and ready to perform again.



The Bookstore



I have a huge problem. I'm 22, 6'1, 175 lbs., with light brown hair and grey eyes. I'm a college student at a prestigious university, and I'm studying psychology. I'm an honor student, and I'm an athlete. I work out, play baseball, lacrosse, and basketball, and I'm in very good shape. My parents are rich, so I've never really had to worry about money. I'm pretty much known as a "golden boy", and I always try to do the right thing. So what's the problem, you ask? The problem is that I'm gay, and I could lose everything if anyone ever found out.

The funny thing is, I've never had sex with a man. I've thought about it, fantasized about it, seen videos, read about it…but I've never done it before. My roommate has no idea how many times I've jacked off while thinking about having sex with him. He's hot, so hot that sometimes I can't look at him without getting a hard-on. It doesn't help that he has sex with his girlfriend when I'm in the room. They come in late, when he thinks I'm asleep, and they have sex for hours. He would be shocked if he knew that what turned me on were the sounds HE made, not her.

I've dated a lot of women, all through high school and most of college. I've brought some of them home for holiday or weekends just to keep up appearances. My mother scrutinizes them all, and my father is mostly concerned that they look good on my arm at company functions. Neither of them has ever looked past the surface to see that I'm really not interested in any of them. I mean, the girls are nice and all, and I've slept with them…but they're not what I want. I have sex with them mainly out of a sense of duty, and although they all seem to enjoy sex with me, they have no idea that while I'm fucking them, all I can think about is sucking a nice hard cock, or having a hard cock up my ass. Even when they suck my cock or jack me off, I close my eyes and imagine that it's a guy doing it to me. That makes me come harder and faster than any girl ever could.

Things at school slow down around the holidays, and for Thanksgiving this year I decided to stay on campus rather than going home. I wasn't dating anyone (a nice, sweet girl for my mom to give the third degree to), I had been working at a local bookstore, and I just couldn't face another company dinner. I was tired of being asked when I was going to find some nice girl and settle down, and tired of watching my dad get sloppily drunk and paw at his secretaries while my mom smiled tightly and pretended not to notice. They both protested my decision, but I held firm, telling them I had a lot of studying to do. It was true; I did have studying to do, but not for school. I had decided once and for all to find out what it was like to have sex with a man.

Since I was the only one at the bookstore not going home for the holidays, I offered to work on Thanksgiving Day and keep the store open. The owner didn't expect much business, but there were those few lonely souls who liked to come in and curl up in one of the soft chairs by the fireplace and lose themselves in a good book. It was one of the reasons I liked working at the bookstore – it was not part of a big chain, was in a very old building, and was extremely comfy and cozy. It was very reader-friendly. The owner didn't mind if people came in and sat to read for hours. He made enough to keep things going, and the warmth of his personality and the coziness of the place kept people coming back for more. It was a good place to work.

I left my dorm room that morning to go open, and it was snowing lightly. I stood out on the sidewalk and took deep breaths, loving the smell and taste of the cold air. I was so happy not to be home that I felt elated, excited about going to work and being able to sit in a warm room and read to my heart's content. I was also extremely horny, which I had been for some time in anticipation of what I planned to do over this holiday. My roommate, who had left for home the night before, had spent the previous few nights fucking his girlfriend for hours as I lay in my bed across the room, jacking off. I have a feeling he knew I was jacking off even though I tried to be quiet and not move too much. It excited me to think he knew I was in my bed, stroking my hard cock as I listened to both of them moan and groan as they fucked. I loved to listen to him as his girlfriend sucked his cock, to the things he whispered to her. I imagined that it was me in the bed with him, lovingly stroking and licking his erect cock as he fucked my mouth. It was enough to make me explode.

When I got to the bookstore, the streets were pretty empty. The snow was falling harder, and I didn't expect much business. I went in and started turning lights on, then went over to the big fireplace and started a fire. The lighting in the store was very subtle, with reading lamps next to all of the cozy chairs in order to avoid the need for harsh florescent lights. The overhead lights were bright enough to browse by, but not glaring. I turned the heat up a little bit to take the chill out of the air, then grabbed a few books and went to sit behind the counter and started reading.

I was in the middle of a great murder mystery, one I had wanted to read for a long time, when the front door gusted open and a figure in a long dark coat came in, snow swirling. I looked up, startled. I was so engrossed in the book that I'd completely lost track of time and hadn't seen that the snow was getting heavier. It was falling so heavily that it was hard to see down the street, even though all the streetlights had come on in spite of the early afternoon hour. The tall figure dusted snow off the coat and pulled off the hood, revealing a thick head of dark hair and a pair of startling blue eyes.

"Wow!" he said in a thick southern drawl, "It's really comin' down out there." He pulled the coat off and stood there in jeans, a sweater, and snow boots. As he reached over to hang his coat on the rack by the door, I noticed his broad shoulders and narrow hips, and how long his legs were. I felt my heartbeat speed up.

"It sure looks like it," I said. "What brings you out on a day like this?"

"Oh, I needed to get out of the house for a while," he said. "My wife and I are visitin' hers, and I got tired of watchin' football. Most everybody was snorin', anyway, so I decided to go for a walk. I didn't expect the snow to start comin' down like it is, though. I happened to see your lights on, so I figured I'd sit it out for a while, if that's okay."

My heart sank when he said he was married, but I laughed and waved my arm toward the empty store. "Well, as you can see, it's pretty busy here today. You'll be lucky to find a place to sit."

He looked around and grinned. "This is a really nice place you've got here. Nice and warm."

"I can make you some coffee, if you like. It might warm you up a bit."

"Now that sounds real good, thank you. Is it okay if I look around?"

"Sure," I said, coming out from behind the counter and heading for the coffee machine. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll just be a minute."

I walked to the back to make the coffee, my heart pounding. The man was older than me, probably in his mid-thirties, and was very handsome. He seemed really nice, too. Too bad he was married. I sighed and stood there waiting for the coffee to brew. Just my luck – the one guy who comes in today happens to be married.

I got his coffee ready and went back to the main room, and found him sitting on a small sofa next to the fireplace, reading a book of poetry. Surprised, I handed him the cup and started to head back to the counter.

"Why don't you join me?" he asked. "It's not like you've got other customers waiting on you."

"True," I said, shrugging. I got my book and sat next to him. "My name is Matt, I said, holding out my hand. 

"I'm Rick," he said, shaking my hand, and we looked at each other for a long moment. My heart skipped a beat, but he just smiled and sipped his coffee.

"This is good," he commented, his head bent over his book. I looked over at him and noticed that his hair looked very soft, falling over his forehead and the collar of his sweater. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I figured he's probably clock me and then take off, so I stifled my impulse. We sat there next to each other for a while, reading – or pretending to read, in my case. I was acutely aware of his body next to me, of the smell of his shampoo and the clean smell of his clothes. My mind was wandering, and I couldn't help it. I could feel myself getting hard, and soon I was so uncomfortable that I had to excuse myself. He grunted without looking up, and I went into the bathroom.

My cock was so hard that it felt like it was made of iron. I unzipped my pants and let them fall around my ankles, and my cock popped free. I wasn't wearing underwear (I rarely did), so there it was. I pulled my shirt off and stood there, looking at myself in the full-length mirror, then began to slowly stroke my cock. God, I was hard. I moaned softly as I ran my fingers along my shaft, pinching my nipples at the same time. I loved looking at my cock, and watching myself in the mirror, I could almost imagine Rick taking my cock in his big hands and stroking me. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, imagining having sex with Rick, beginning to stroke even faster. My breathing was becoming ragged and I could feel my orgasm building, when suddenly I was startled by a knock at the door.

"Matt? You okay in there?" It was Rick. I guess I'd been in there for a while, and he must have thought I'd fallen in or something.

I cleared my throat, "Uh, yeah, Rick. I'm okay. Just give me a minute and I'll be right out."

"No problem," he said, "Just wanted to make sure everything is okay." I heard him walk away.

Damn, I thought. My balls were throbbing and my cock ached. I would have to wait to finish what I'd started. I tucked myself back into my jeans and got dressed, then washed my hands and went back out into the store.

Rick was sitting in the same place, leaning back with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He had removed his sweater and was wearing a blue denim button down shirt underneath. The outline of his lean, strong body was even more evident, and I nearly groaned. Just my luck, this gorgeous stranger is trapped in my store, alone with me, and he's fucking married. I could just imagine how hard I was going to come later, thinking about him.

He watched me as I walked over and sat across from him. It had grown much darker outside, and the snow was still falling pretty heavily. I looked into the fire, and was startled when Rick said, "Why don't you come and sit over here, by me?"

I looked over at him, and he nodded without smiling and patted the seat next to him. My heart flipped over again, and I got up and moved over to him. My hands were shaking, and I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. I sat down, and he moved closer so that our shoulders were touching. I could feel my body trembling, and could feel something like a vibration where our shoulders touched.

"You're very cute," he said softly, not looking at me.

I swallowed and heard my throat click. "So are you," I managed.

He chuckled softly, and I watched him rub his big hands together. I licked my lips and swallowed again. We were both silent for a long moment, then he said, again without looking at me, "I really want to kiss you."

I inhaled sharply and he looked over at me.

"But you're married," I said.

"Yes," he said. "Married, but not dead."

I laughed nervously, not really sure what that meant.

He shifted to face me, and he took my hands in his. I shivered at his touch.

"Have you ever been with a man before?" he asked.

I shook my head, unable to speak. Although I had been touched by many women, the touch of Rick's hands on mine was different. His hands were rough and warm, gentle and strong. He was rubbing my hands lightly, then slowly, his hands started moving under my shirt sleeves, up my arms. I looked into his eyes, mesmerized. I could see the shadow of a beard on his angular cheeks, noticed how full his lips were. He leaned close to me until our foreheads were touching, and I could feel his breath on my face. 

"Do you want to be with a man?" he asked, still rubbing my arms.

"Yes," I breathed. "I want to be with you."

He sighed. "That's good." He put one hand on my leg, then started rubbing my thigh. I trembled at his touch, could feel myself growing hard again. He moved his hand up my leg, his big hand spread out. I could tell he was pleased by how muscular I was. His hand slid up and gently brushed across the bulge in my crotch, and I moaned. 

He smiled and stood up, pulling me up with him. I wasn't sure what to expect, so I stood there and waited. He stepped close to me, a couple of inches taller, and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

I nodded, and he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his cock pushing against me, and I got a tingly feeling in my stomach, realizing that he was hard because of me. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair. It was as soft as I had imagined. His hands moved down and cupped my ass, grabbing my cheeks roughly. He was lean, but his chest was broad and his shoulders were very wide, like mine. He ground his hips into me, and I moaned loudly as I felt our cocks pushing together. He pulled back and began to kiss me. The feeling of the rough stubble against my lips was startling, but his full lips felt wonderful, and I opened my mouth and let his tongue probe inside. The minute our tongues met, it was as if someone had released the water from a dam. As our passion grew, his kisses grew harder and he kneaded my ass cheeks more roughly. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around me, and I knew that no matter what, there was no going back from here.

Rick pulled back and looked at me, then looked out the front window. We were partially hidden by some waist-high shelves, but anyone who happened to walk by would be able to see us if they looked closely enough. I didn't care. All I wanted was to get naked with this gorgeous man and let him fuck my brains out.

"It's okay," I said. "It's snowing too hard, no one will be out in this."

"Go lock the door," he said, his eyes glinting in the firelight.

I nodded and walked over to the door, locking it. Rick found the light switches and turned them all off, so the only light was from the fireplace. I walked back over to where he was waiting.

When I got to him, he took my hands and said, "Undress me."

Hands trembling, I unbuttoned his shirt. Even though I had seen hundreds of naked men and boys during my years as an athlete, his chest and stomach fascinated me. He had a mat of thick dark hair on his chest and a line down his stomach. His nipples were hard, and he shivered as I ran my hands lightly over his hard chest and stomach, then stepped closer and ran my tongue over his nipples. I could see his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and I knew he was trying not to reach out and grab me. His obvious desire made me more bold, and I pulled his shirt down his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. I stepped closer and took one of his nipples in my mouth, rubbing my teeth over it, and he groaned with pleasure. 

My cock was rock hard again, throbbing. I looked at Rick's crotch, and could see a huge bulge there. I ran my hands down his stomach and, looking up at him, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He looked into my eyes, a serious look on his face as I pushed his jeans down and got my first look at his cock.

It was huge, erect, beautiful. Funny, as many times as I'd seen cocks, either in person or in magazines or movies, I was finally going to be able to touch one besides my own. I wrapped one hand around it and Rick grunted, closing his eyes. I stood there and slowly started to stroke him, moving my hand on him the way I liked to jack myself off. I would stroke slowly down the shaft, then move up and gently squeeze the top of it before I moved back down. With my other hand, I fondled his balls, massaging them as I stroked his iron hard cock.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed down gently, and I knew what he wanted. Excited, my cock throbbing and my heart pounding, I knelt in front of him and slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft while I stroked the top of it with my hand. His hands moved from my shoulders to the back of my head, and tightened in my hair. I pulled his cock away from his stomach and licked the head of it tentatively, tasting the drops of clear fluid that gathered there. His hips jerked toward me, and I grinned and put my lips around his cock, sliding it in slowly. Here, at last, I was getting the chance to act out something that had been a mere fantasy for so long, and I wasn't about to waste it.

I started sucking his cock, using my lips and my tongue to stroke him as he began to move his hips in and out. His hands grabbed my head tighter, and he forced his cock deeper into my mouth. I nearly gagged as it touched the back of my throat, but forced myself to relax so I could take all of him in. I could tell by the way he was grunting and thrusting that I was doing okay, and his pleasure was only making me more excited. I sucked his cock as hard as I could, taking him in as deep as I could, and before too long, he was gasping, "I'm going to come, Matt."

I moaned and kept sucking his cock, wanting him to come in my mouth. I could feel his cock pulsing, and as his hands pulled me closer to him, I could feel him shooting down my throat. I swallowed, loving the taste of it, and kept sucking as his hips jerked forward and he moaned loudly. He finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, and he pulled me up and kissed me hard, his tongue probing, his mouth devouring me. My cock was still throbbing, and he wasted no time with me. He pushed me down to the floor and roughly unzipped my jeans, then jerked them down and off. He knelt between my legs and nudged them apart, then took my hard cock in his big hand and started jacking me off. I cried out at his first touch, raising my hips up as he stroked, beating my cock with his hand and sliding one finger into my ass. I couldn't believe the sensation of his rough hand on the skin of my cock, and I could feel myself starting to come. I put my hand on his and made him slow down, because I wanted it to last longer. He slowed down a little, then bent over me and slid my cock into his mouth. The feel of his lips and tongue on my cock was incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. The girls I had dated who sucked my cock had no idea how to pleasure a man, but Rick certainly did. 

As he was sucking and pulling my cock, he slid another finger into my ass, fucking me there. I knew I wanted him to fuck me later, so I relaxed as best I could and let him stretch me out. The combination of his hot mouth sucking my cock and his fingers fucking my ass was too much for a first-timer, and I came into his mouth with an explosion that made my ears ring.

"Ohhh god," I moaned, gasping for breath. My chest and stomach were heaving, and my cock was still twitching and throbbing as he milked every drop of come out of me. He smiled and lay down next to me, his hands moving all over my smooth chest, stopping to play with my nipples before moving down to my stomach.

"Good, huh?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "How did you learn to do that?"

"Well, I love my wife and we have great sex, but it's nothing compared to what a guy can do to a guy. I travel a lot, and I meet up with a lot of men here and there. I've picked up a few tricks."

"I can't argue with that!" I said, still gasping for breath. Incredibly, the feel of his rough hand on my stomach and chest was arousing me again, and he laughed as he saw my cock getting hard.




The Bookstore



"That's what I love about the young ones," he said, looking into my eyes as he stroked my cock again. "You have tons of stamina."

I closed my eyes and let the feelings wash over me, then he leaned over and kissed me again. 

"Want me to fuck you?" he asked, kissing me and still stroking my cock.

"Fuck yeah," I said, breathing harder.

He kissed me again, then sat up and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a condom, then gave it to me and said, "Put it on me."

I sat up and rolled the condom onto his cock, which was growing hard as I touched him. He pulled me up and took me over to the couch, then bent me over it so my ass was exposed to him.

"This might hurt at first, but you need to relax and let it happen," he said. I felt his finger probing my asshole and I opened my legs wider, trying to relax. He spit on my ass, then rubbed the moisture around my hole. I moaned and twitched as my cock grew harder at his touch. He slid his fingers inside me slowly, probing, opening me up. It didn't hurt, but I knew his cock was bigger than his fingers, and I knew it would probably hurt once he got it inside me.

"That's it," he whispered in my ear, leaning forward, "just relax and let me in, okay?"

"Okay," I breathed, my eyes closed. He leaned against my back and I could feel something probing my asshole, and I knew he was guiding his cock into me. I braced myself on the back of the couch, and tried to relax as he slid the tip of his cock inside me.

"Oh man," I groaned, feeling him slide in. There was more pain than I'd expected, but I wanted him to fuck me so badly that I tried to ignore it. He bent over me, the hair on his chest rubbing against my back. I could feel the rough hair of his crotch rubbing against my ass, and suddenly he thrust forward with one strong motion and was totally inside me.

"OW!" I yelled, feeling as though I had been gored by a coke bottle. "FUCK, that hurts!"

"I know," he grunted, "just hang on, relax."

I moaned again, thinking that any minute I was going to see the tip of his cock come exploding out my stomach, but then he reached around and grabbed my cock and started jacking me off as he fucked me. The pain was still there, but now it felt good. I could feel his huge cock stretching me out, and his rough hand on my cock was making it easier to forget the pain.

"Oh fuck, I love virgin ass," he grunted, thrusting harder. "God, Matt, your ass is so fucking tight. Feels better than a pussy could ever feel."

I reached back and grabbed as much of his ass as I could, pulling him deeper into me. I felt myself loosening up with every thrust, until finally the pain was totally gone and all I could feel was the pleasure of his hard cock in my ass and my hard cock in his hand. He took his other hand and put it on my shoulder, helping himself go deeper inside me with every thrust. He began moving in and out of me faster, his balls slapping my ass and my balls slapping his hand as he stroked me faster and harder. I started to come, spurting all over the fabric of the couch as I cried out, and he thrust one more time deeply into me and moaned, collapsing onto my back, his cock still inside me.

He picked himself up and laid down on the floor, sweat glistening in the hair on his chest and on his forehead. I stood up carefully, my ass feeling raw and sore, my cock softening, then went to sit next to him.

We looked at each other, then I said, "So, how often do you visit up here?"

He laughed and then sat up and started putting his clothes back on. I watched him, beautiful in the firelight, until he was dressed, and he looked at me.

"Like I said, I also travel a lot. You can bet I'll be visiting my favorite bookstore next time I come into town."

And with that, he put his coat on, wrapped his scarf around his neck, and with a nod to me, left the store. I got dressed and looked at the time, realizing it was time to close up shop. As I walked back to my dorm through the lightly falling snow, I looked at the brightly lit windows of the houses I passed, wondering which one of them Rick was in and what he was doing, and when I would be able to see him again. In the meantime, I planned to figure a way to meet more guys so I would be more experienced the next time Rick and I met. I walked back to school with a huge smile on my face and the taste of Rick's come in my mouth.



The Bookstore



He sees her as she is walking into the bookstore, framed in the doorway for a moment. Her simple peach sundress is allowing the sun to show her long legs through the fabric . . . long legs exposed all the way to the crotch. He catches his breath for a moment as his eyes move up her body, for she is wonderfully proportioned, well-shaped legs, a slender waist and ample breasts. 

His eyes move up her graceful neck and to her lovely mouth, which he suddenly realizes, is forming a gentle smile. Glancing to her eyes, he discovers he is busted. She has caught him staring at her, but her smile and her sparkling eyes reveal no malice . . . only gentle amusement as she moves toward the first shelf of books. His embarrassment prevents him from following her, but within a few minutes, she has entered the same row of books and he tries watching her more discreetly this time. He appears to be successful for a few moments, and then once again he is caught, so he tries to apologize with a soft smile and a small shrug. 

He moves away, into the next row of books and begins to seriously look at titles from a few of his favorite novelists. He doesn't see her now, and goes about his business feeling like he has blown yet another opportunity for a serendipitous encounter with a beautiful stranger. Trying to shake off the disappointment, he opens a book to read the foreword but as he reaches the bottom of the page, he can smell a gentle, sweet fragrance. Looking up, he sees her again, half a book shelf away . . . looking intently at the titles of books on the upper shelf. He looks away, not wanting to get caught again, but he is drawn to her. He tries glancing quickly and is suddenly staring into beautiful, soft green eyes. She smiles softly and glances away herself as if she too is embarrassed. Not wanting to appear too aggressive, he goes back to his book cover but when he raises his eyes, she has disappeared. 

Grumbling to himself, he goes back to look at the books he has not read, but finds no interest in the books. He looks around at the two rows between him and the storefront and realizes he really has lost this little game of theirs. He goes back again to the few books that he had been examining but decides none of them has piqued his interest enough to purchase. 

He considers leaving the store but decides instead to go into the used book section at the very back corner of the store. He discovers the beautiful stranger once again . . . and she is watching him as he approaches the isolated section of the store. Mustering his courage, he walks right up to her, never releasing her gaze. Standing in front of her, he tries to find the right words and finally gets his voice to squeeze out, "I apologize for staring . . . it's just you are so . . . gorgeous!"

He feels his cheeks blush bright red and gets ready to escape with what dignity he can when she says, "I caught you staring and I stared too . . . I enjoyed it." 

He searches his brain trying to come up with a cool come on line or any way to break the ice but instead stands there looking goofily at this beautiful, sexy woman. She finally takes pity on him and begins to laugh with a gentle, almost melodic voice. "Guess we were both busted . . . so no harm, no foul." She smiles again and moves a couple of feet away and begins to look at other books. Thinking this is the end of a funny, kind of sexy moment, he too begins to look at the used books and for several minutes, they appear to each go about their business. 

Suddenly, they are looking at books on opposite sides of the same aisle, and he feels the heat from her bottom almost touching his. He tries to ignore it, knowing it to be totally innocent . . . but that makes him even more aware of her body heat and her sweet perfume. He stands absolutely still so that he does not accidently brush against her, thinking it to be way too forward. After long, agonizingly sensual moments . . . their bottoms touch. Both look startled and embarrassed and try to apologize . . . but their mutual apologies end up in laughter. 

She brushes an errant lock of her long, black hair away from her face as they begin to talk . . . and despite all of his warning bells going off . . . internally yelling at him to stay back and play it cool . . . he finds the distance between them vanishing. Her smile disappears as he sees himself . . . almost as if watching himself, leaning forward to kiss her. Her lovely arms go around his neck and although he does not really believe it is happening . . . their lips touch, then tongues entangle and a kiss turns to fire. His hands travel, almost like someone else's hands to her sexy, taut bottom . . . and he finds he is pulling her crotch to his . . . one of her long legs raises to his hip as she grinds herself against him. 

They stumble back through the aisle toward the back wall and when her back pushes up against it . . . he lifts her bottom up and she encircles his hips with her legs. Their lips crush together again . . . as she reaches down and fumbles with his zipper. Impatient, he helps her with one hand . . . until suddenly his cock is free. He reaches to pull her panties aside only to discover her naked crotch. She seems frantic to pull him into her. Finally lining up . . . her wetness hot . . . fragrant . . . he pushes into her and for several long minutes they fuck like animals... hungry for release. The sweet smell of their sex and the soft slap of their bodies as they become one, fill their senses. Now unaware of their surroundings, of the possibility, no, the likelihood of being discovered . . . they continue locked in their frenzied sexual embrace. His cock slamming deep into her soft, wet pussy . . . her legs wrapped tight around his hips as she rides him . . . and tries to pull him deeper into her. 

As her climax approaches, she moans softy,"Oh my god." 

Her desire is driving him, madly, toward releasing his seed into this beautiful lady's body. Their bodies, united in one goal, lost in each other as the climax builds to crescendo, and then both voices rise together in moan, "Ooooooooooooo"

He feels her spasms just as he begins to release into her. They shudder as they both find satisfaction in the other . . . a completing. As their spasms subside, they suddenly realize their surroundings and separate as discreetly as they can . . . looking for observers . . . or worse . . . but there are none. They smile at one another . . . in part out of satisfaction for their shared moment . . . in part from embarrassment from their shared moment. 

She excuses herself, "I need the ladies' room. Will you stay right here?'

Fifteen minutes later, he knows she has left. He wants to find her... but he has no name . . . no phone number . . . only the memory of her . . . her fragrance on his body . . . the feelings of her passionate kisses still lingering on his lips. He should feel abandoned, but instead he feels a little frantic as he tries to remember everything about her . . . hoping to catch a clue as to her identity. He remembers the graceful way she brushed her hair from her face with her hand . . . her left hand . . . and then he remembers the ring there.



The Bookstore



We'd met bumping into each other at an adult bookstore. This was a store where not all the magazines were wrapped. I had been looking at a trannie mag and he'd been looking at the same mag and we put them back at the same time. We looked at each other and there was a spark of, what? Recognition? A recognition of similar tastes and desires? Yes, that's what it was, we each knew the others basic desire. I said excuse me and he did too, at the same time. We stood back and laughed. 

I said "let me pick your next one."

"Of course". he replied.

I picked out a cross dresser mag and he said "perfect", as I held the same one for myself. Neither one of us could be anywhere near passable, both being too tall and wide at the shoulder. He was about 5'10" and I am 6'0" and a bit heavy, while he was slender, but still not passable.

He asked if I was wearing anything.

"Panties and a bra", I replied.

"Me too" he said.

I had on a jacket that hid the fact that I was wearing a stuffed bra. I had purchased silicone breasts and loved to wear the bra with them inserted. Because I was barrel chested and wearing a jacket they were not real prominent. I opened my jacket to reveal the black bra beneath a white linen shirt. I felt so sexy wearing that and so excited to show it off to someone. Someone who would understand and appreciate it. And he did.

Shall we go in back and show each other our wears?" he asked.

"I think we should" I replied.

The back was the arcade and this particular store had large booths that would accommodate a number of people. Certainly big enough for just two of us. 

We picked a booth and went in, each of us depositing our tokens to get the video started. We scrolled through and found one with a trannie theme and stood back watching the show.

I took off my jacket as he took of his. Then his shirt showing a pretty yellow bra stuffed with panties for form. I removed my shirt and he felt my tits, commenting "these feel very nice. Almost as good as my wife's."

"Does your wife know?" 

"I think she suspects, but we've never talked about it. When I broach the subject she changes the subject. Too bad, I would love to share with her. Does yours?"

"I'm a widower, and my wife suspected too, but would not really admit it to herself for some reason. We could never talk about it either, so I just hid my stuff and played when she was out."

I removed my pants and stood there in my white Vanity Fair panties, my turgid cock showing itself through the semi transparent fabric. He was taking his pants off, showing very sheer yellow Olga panties. Both of us stood before the other admiring the juxtaposition of a male wearing women's underwear. I found the whole idea very sexually exciting and felt my heart rate pick up a few beats. Then I felt his hand brush my pantied ass and I reached over and rubbed my hand on his butt. We seemed to know what to do next as we moved together and rubbed our pantied cocks against each other.

"I want you to stick you cock between my legs and inside my panties" I said. And with that he pulled his panties aside and out stuck his big cock. It must have been seven plus inches. I based this on the fact that I am six inches and his sure looked bigger. He stuck it between my legs and inside the gusset of my panties. I closed my legs, loving the feeling of that big cock between my legs. And we kissed. I had only once kissed a man, but he was dressed to kill as a woman. And even though I knew it was a man I still did it, enjoying the sensation of our lips together. Now, I felt the same way and there was absolutely no pretext this was a woman. But it sure was sexy as all get out.

"You love that, don't you?" 

"You know I do" as we kissed again touching tongues. I squeezed my legs even tighter, relishing the hardness of his cock, mashing my tits to his chest and rubbing his silky, panty covered butt. He was dong the same to me and it felt wonderful.

"I need a closer look" I said, backing away from him.

I got down on my knees and his cock brushed my cheek. My left hand gently took that hard penis and I put it in my mouth. Oh, how delicious, how thrilling and so very sexually stimulating. The soft purple head sliding over my tongue while my lips encircled that hard shaft.

"I'm gonna cum" he said as I continued to suck. My right hand was on his ass and my left and was tickling the area between his balls and butt. I was so excited and turned on. I thought I would cum in my own panties without even touching myself at all. 

He started to moan and his cock spurted warm semen on my tongue and he thrust back and forth as he spurted load after load. It was almost too much to swallow and a bit dribbled out and dripped down my chin. As he stopped cumming I just held him, letting his cock soften in my mouth. And, knowing just how sensitive the head is, I just let it shrink, keeping my whole being still for his enjoyment.

He pulled back, his cock popping out of my mouth as he leaned against the wall.

'"That was wonderful. Thank you."

"You're welcome", I said as I wiped my face with a handkerchief, getting the dripping cum off my chin and the sheen of perspiration off my face.

E24.11.



The Bookstore



He came in to peruse the latest installment of new releases, hoping something would pique his interest. He strolled up and down the aisles, carefully examining each cover that caught his eye. As he was turning the corner from the science fiction racks to the shelves of horror stories, he noticed her sitting at the little table in the back of the store. She was nursing a large latte from the coffee shop next door, and pouring herself into one of those trashy romance novels. She looked up when he chuckled, and he quickly diverted his eyes back to the Stephen King book in his hands, not wanting to seem like a creep. He read a few pages, knowing he wasn't going to buy a second copy of Four Past Midnight, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave the store.

He looked up after a few minutes, and she was still studying her soft core porn. Her dark auburn hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her silk blouse showing the shape of the pert, firm breasts that it was draped over, her hard nipples poking gently against the fabric. Her black flowing knee length skirt was gathered in her lap, pulled taught against her thighs, which were crossed one over the other, showing off her shapely calves. She had abandoned her high heels under the table, giving her feet a break from their workday constraints. She took another sip of coffee as she turned the page, looking around to see if anyone was watching her. She didn't notice him standing by the periodicals rack, watching her every move.

At 2:15 pm on a Tuesday, there weren't many people in Margie's New & Used Book Emporium. There was the college coed at the cash register, who couldn't care less about what was going on in the store, instead concentrating on her calculus homework and whatever new age band was pumping through the headphones from her iPod. There was the old man at the front table, happily flipping through today's edition of the Washington Post, though everyone knew he came in here daily to watch the cashier, not read the paper. And there were the two of them, in the back of the store, each trying not to let the other notice that each was checking the other out.

He picked up a copy of E&R magazine and sat at the other table in the back of the store, facing her from across the room. He appeared engrossed in an article about the new Oakland Bay Bridge, and went ten solid minutes without glancing across the room. When he looked up again, she was bent forward, hovering over the book as though she were the one studying calculus. She was holding the book on the table and open with her left hand, and her right was nestled in the folds of her skirt. He thought nothing of this until he realized her hand was moving, slowly and deliberately. He could just barely see this movement in the shadows under the table, and thought his imagination might be playing tricks on him. But, he noticed, her legs were no longer crossed at the thighs, but were slightly parted instead, with both bare feet on the floor. She looked up at him, and, before he could hide his amusement, she smiled. He grinned like the cat that ate the canary, knowing now that what he thought he saw was real. She leaned back in her chair and slid forward a bit, causing her erect nipples to strain against the silk of her blouse. She spread her legs wider, letting him get a good view of her fingers stroking her pantiless crotch. She flipped the book over, and gently rubbed and pinched her nipples with her newly freed hand. She was smiling and biting the corner of her lower lip. 

She quickly sat upright, flipped her skirt back to a proper position, and grabbed her book. The mischievous look on her face was instantly replaced by one of studious interest as she began reading again. As he wondered why her games had ended, he saw the cashier turn the corner, heading for the restroom. She giggled, hiding her face behind her book, as the cashier disappeared down the hallway. When the cashier passed back by, returning to her studies and iPod, he walked over and sat across the table from her.

"You know, real life never happens the way those books do." He said, smiling at the fact that he had mustered the confidence to talk to such a beautiful woman.

"What a shame," she replied, "this one's about a man and woman who meet at a book store."

"Really? What happens?" he inquired.

"They fuck like rabbits in the bathroom." She said, biting her lip again, trying to hide an evil smile.

"Oh, I didn't know it was a documentary" he quipped as she stood up, straightened her clothes, and headed toward restroom sign. As she entered the hallway, she looked over her shoulder at him. He was staring at her, watching her beautiful shape sashay away. She smiled as she pulled her skirt up, showing him the full gorgeous form of her bare peach of an ass. He tripped over the leg of his chair as he tried to get up and follow her, and, though he caught his balance after a couple of steps, he couldn't hide his embarrassment as his face turned red. She giggled again as she disappeared through the bathroom door, her fingers seductively toying with the top button of her blouse.

When he reached the threshold, he stopped and looked around, making sure no one was watching. When he was sure no one knew, he slipped through the door and locked it behind him. She was standing with one foot on the floor, and the other on the sink, leaning back against the partition that separated the commode from the rest of the room. Her full thigh was exposed to him, and her right hand was dancing under the loose hanging fabric of her skirt. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned, hanging loosely over the hard nipple of her left breast, with her left hand inside massaging her right breast. Her head was thrown back against the green plastic divider, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, with a series of barely audible Ohs and Ahs escaping with every breath.

He walked over and cupped the back of her neck with his right hand, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. Their tongues did the dance of desire as he fumble with his zipper with his left hand. She stopped playing with herself, reached in, and pulled his thick limp manhood out. She put both hands on his massive tool and began stroking it, slowly, massaging its full length. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and they both looked down at her soft gentle hands bringing his member to life. She pushed him back away from her and, without taking her foot off of the counter, bent forward, holding the counter with one hand and his belt with the other, took half of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently. She bobbed up and down a few times, inhaling more of him with each stroke, until she had his full length in her mouth. She held him there for a few seconds moaning and moving her head side to side. She pulled her mouth off of him, admiring the saliva slickened surface of his veiny muscle. She inhaled him to the root again, applying more of her oral lubrication. She did this over and over, leaving more of her saliva on him each time, until it was dripping from the underside of his pole. He looked down and saw she had taken her hand off of the counter and had put it back between her legs. He stepped sideways, with her mouth on his pecker, turning her so that he could watch her handy work in the mirror. With her ass turned toward the wall, he pulled her skirt up to see that she was repeatedly plunging her middle and ring fingers deep into her soaking wet gash.

He stood her up, pulling her eager mouth away from his throbbing hard cock, and dropped to his knees. He pulled her hand away from her juicy pussy, and buried his tongue inside it instead. She let out a little squeal as he wiggled his tongue inside her. With her skirt lying across his face, he was flying blind, so he felt his way around. He worked his hands up and down her torso, along her firm abs, up to those perky, firm tits. He massaged them, with her hands on the backs of his, and he could hear her moaning as he gently pulled on her clit with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue like a boxer on a speed bag. Her knee buckled as she climaxed, grinding hard against his mouth, and leaving her juices all over his chin.

She reached and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to eye level. She licked his chin and let go a little "Mmmmm" as her hand guided his cock to her honey hole. He filled her with his man meat, and awkwardly pumped in and out, trying not to knock them both over. It was impossible, with her foot on the counter, to get his full length inside of her, but he worked with as much as he could. 

Finally, he pulled her foot off of the counter and pushed her back ward to the counter, still deep inside her. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her to a seated position on the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open in disbelief when he shoved his full length inside her, stretching and filling her in a way she had never felt before. She contracted around him in orgasm almost instantly, relishing the full feeling. She had never even had a dildo that could fill her up the way he was. 

He began working his manhood in and out again, filling and stretching her with every stroke, her wet pussy tight around his massive cock. He secretly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and fumbled it open. He manipulated the keys to get it into video mode, and hit the record button. He held it up to get a close up of the union of their flesh, of his dick working in and out of the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen. When she opened her eyes and noticed that he was videotaping, she just smiled and said "No faces, okay?" He grinned and began thrusting faster, capturing every plunge in high resolution. 

She threw her head back in anticipation of the coming orgasm. Her back arched, and the silk of her blouse fell away from her tits, fully exposing her body to him. She bucked and rocked and ground against him as another wave of ecstasy took over her body. She couldn't have stopped the screams of passion, even if she wanted to, as every nerve in her body became electrified with pleasure.

As she came back to Earth, he pulled his cock out and stroked it feverishly, spewing squirt after ample squirt of his love juice all over her taught abdomen, heaving tits, thin neck, and a drop or five on her beautiful face. She looked like she had been attacked with a Super Soaker of cum, but she didn't care. She had had her cake, so she didn't mind a little mess with the icing. 

He slipped his throbbing cock back inside her, letting it continue to twitch and pulse until his orgasm was over. Just the throbbing of his massive manhood was enough to get her off again, and she constricted hard around his throbbing love muscle, thrashing and crying out one more time.

When she finished and relaxed, he stepped back and panned up her body with his camera phone, taking in every square inch of her cum covered body while she tried to regain her composure. He even got a close up of her gaping and swollen pussy, but she just laid there and let him.

After a few minutes, and after he was done playing with the camera, she glanced at her watch.

"Oh shit! Let me borrow your phone!"

"Why?" he asked.

"Mine's out there on the table" she said, as she grabbed it away from him. She dialed a number and waited. When the voice on the other end answered she said "Janice! Hi, it's Sherry. Let him know I'm running a little late getting back from lunch... yeah... something came over me." As she wiped the semen from her tits, and licked it off of her finger with a grin.



The Bookstore



Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. 

*

It was a small store located on a backstreet in downtown Tampa and pressed between a five and dime store on one side and a lawyer's office on the other. "Used Books" was painted on the one large plate glass window along with the hours and days operation. When I opened the door a small bell mounted above the door rang loudly to announce that someone was either entering or leaving the store. I looked down the long aisles between the high book shelves for someone who was working before calling out. 

"Hello."

After several minutes I heard footsteps on the creaking wooden floor and saw a woman making her way down one of the long aisles toward me. 

When she got closer she smiled, "Hello." 

"I was in the back cataloging some books when I heard the bell. This must be your first visit; most people just come in and look around." 

I replied, "Yes, it is my first time here." 

She extended her hand and smiled, "Welcome, I'm Sarah, the owner. How can I help you today?" 

"Well, I would like to find a nice first edition of Robert Ruark's, Something of Value, I think it was published in 1955."

As I followed her down one of the aisles I took note of how attractive she was; she was maybe forty something and in her heels she was a few inches taller than my five foot, ten inch height. Her walnut colored hair was done in a bun piled on the top of her head where she also kept her pencil; I love women's hair styles that reveal the nape of their neck and ears. She wore large dark rimmed glasses secured by a chain around her neck which seemed a stark contrast to her bright red lipstick. 

Her pleated linen slacks and silk blouse were a light peach color and flowed over her body to show the full, round curves of a mature woman. From the back I was able to make out the arch and clasps of the garter belt she wore to support her stockings; a perfect frame for her very perfect ass. There was a hint of an arched line that would have been the crotch of her panties but, the absence of a low waist line suggested she wore full cut panties.

Sarah moved one of the ladders which hung from a track above the top shelf out of the way and helped me look for the book. She described her cataloging system so I would be able to find any book in the shop. We talked about our favorite authors and books as we searched the shelves. 

I told her, "I don't mind looking for this so you can get back to your work." 

"Nonsense," she replied, "I enjoy getting a chance to talk to someone about my favorite books. Besides we close at one o'clock on Wednesday afternoons and it is almost that time."

We found the book at almost the same time and our hands touched as we both reached for it. For several seconds we held our hands together on the book; I resisted the urge to release the book and just hold Sarah's hand. As I slid the book from the shelf I noticed a first edition of Horn of the Hunter, also by Ruark, and decided to purchase it too. 

I announced, "This should be enough for now." 

I had another opportunity to admire her as I followed her back to the front counter. 

"I hope that means you will visit us again then." Sarah said. 

I replied, "I have no doubt I will be back. I enjoyed talking 'books' with you." 

As she slipped my books into a bag I mustered enough courage to ask, "Since you will be closing for the afternoon would you have lunch with me?" 

I was almost in a panic as she thought about the invitation; after all she was probably twice my age. 

She smiled as if to let me down easy then replied, "Would you consider having lunch here? I brought my delicious chicken salad today and I have some cheese, homemade rolls and, I think some wine." 

Of course I eagerly accepted her invitation and was probably grinning from ear to ear. 

She added, "Maybe, after we have lunch, you could help me pull a few books I need to ship out today." 

"I would be delighted to help you." was my eager reply. 

We moved to the back of the shop where there was a small kitchenette, office, and reading area which took up most of the back of the shop; on the opposite corner were men and women restrooms. Sarah directed me to a large wicker sofa then moved into the kitchen area and busied herself with slicing some cheese and pouring the wine. 

She placed a tray on the coffee table, already covered with books and magazines, then took her seat on the sofa beside me; she turned sideways to face me then pulled her legs up under her. We sipped wine and talked about the shop and how she found used books for the shelves. After our first glass of wine she refilled our glasses and brought back a bowl of her chicken salad and crackers. We sat closer facing each other as we ate lunch.

When I excused myself to use the restroom I noticed a section of shelves turned opposite of all the other shelves; it was labeled, "Adult Material". 

I stood staring at the blank wall while guiding my stream into the bowl; my aim was true until I heard Sarah's footsteps approaching the women's restroom. I heard the door open, the light switch click, a few more footsteps then a short pause. The next sound was that whizzing sound that women make when they pee. 

As my stream wandered so did my mind; I imagined Sarah sitting on the toilet with her slacks and panties down to her knees, her hands resting in her lap holding tissue ready to dab the last drop as she stared into the crotch of her panties at the single dark, curly pubic hair caught in the fabric. Thankfully I was able to contain my stream to the bowl easier than my mind.

I was glancing over the "Adult Material" section when Sarah came out of the ladies room and said with a chuckle, "I see you have found our 'dirty book' section." 

I laughed and replied, "I love reading erotica." 

She came back with, "There's almost nothing better than a rainy afternoon with a dirty book." 

We both laughed.

Sarah reminded me of my agreeing to help her; she picked up a list of books off of her desk then motioned for me to follow her. In the short time we had been together I found that I loved following her so I could enjoy her image. She led me from section to section and pulled books from the shelves then gave them to me to carry. 

She had to move one of the ladders so she could pull a book from a higher shelf, "If you will hold the ladder so it doesn't slip maybe I can keep from falling." 

I set all the other books on a nearby table and held the ladder as she climbed several steps upward. The sweet bottom that I had been admiring since shortly after I walked into her shop was in front of my face; it was all I could do to resist leaning forward and giving it a loving kiss. Sarah stretched out to get a book from one of the shelves then handed it to me. 

"That's all of them." 

When she tried to step down it pushed her sweet bottom right into my face; she immediately apologized, "I'm sorry I didn't intend to stick my butt in your face." 

I chuckled and said back, "Sarah, you can stick your sweet butt in my face anytime." 

Neither of us moved as she said, "Oh you are naughty!" 

I quickly came back with, "I guess you just bring out the best in me." 

We chuckled but still neither of us moved. 

I decided to throw caution to the wind and placed both my hands on the cheeks of her sweet ass then leaned forward and kissed each one. 

Sarah looked down at me, wiggled her butt, and said, "I like naughty men." 

She didn't have to say another work I rubbed my hands over her sweet cheeks and kissed each one again before pushing my face between them. She pushed back and wiggled her hips; I moved my hands up and around her hips to the waist band of her slacks. Her hips continued to grind backward as my fingers unfastened then lowered her slacks over her hips and down her legs.

Sarah's feet were spread the width of the narrow ladder and her hands held onto the sides above her head. Her panties were full cut, white nylon and covered her white satin garter belt except for the suspenders exposed between her panties and the top of her off white stockings. Also visible were wisps of dark, curly pubic hair that adorned the very tops of her inner thighs along the sides of her panties. My lips moved below the bottom of her panties and kissed the smooth, soft skin on the backs of her legs above her stockings.

I moved my hands to the waist band of her panties and slid them over her hips and down her legs where I had left her slacks. I showered her sweet ass with kisses then moved between her cheeks and into the crevasse separating them. I pressed my face between the round, firm mounds and inhaled her musky scent before unleashing my tongue to explorer the treasures hidden in the dark, curly pubic hair. Sarah moaned as my tongue danced around the rim of her tightly puckered rose bud; she pushed backward to gain more contact with my tongue.

I lifted each foot off the rung of the ladder one at a time and removed her slacks and panties before taking hold of her hips and guiding her in turning around to face me. As my hands and lips explored her smooth, soft flesh between the tops of her stockings and the arch of her garter belt; Sarah unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra in the front to expose a more than ample pair of tits decorated with half-dollar sized, rose pink nipples. I buried my face in her thick dark triangle of curly pubic hair and raised my hands to cup her full, round breasts. My fingers traced circles around her rose pink, puffy areolas and plucked her long swollen nipples as my tongue encircled her clit. 

Sarah threw a leg over one of my shoulders to give her support and her hands moved to my head to gain some control. I looked up at her face to see her reaction to my slipping a finger into her tight ass. She cooed like a dove as I worked my finger in and out of her ass while my thumb worked in and out of her juicy cunt; my tongue lapped at the deep pink slit glistening with her gooey cream. The lips of her cunt were large and fully exposed in her thick dark hair; they almost resembled a small cocoon until they were opened to expose the deep set pink slit.

We were both lost in some far off adventure of pleasure as our bodies emitted primal sounds of mating we hoped were being contained within the walls of the small used book store. 

Somewhere in the distance I heard a voice saying, "Hold me so I don't fall." 

I realized it was Sarah's voice and she was about to collapse. I held her so she could move off the ladder and into my arms. Her chest heaved against me as she tried to catch her breath. My hands moved over the soft smooth skin of her back and felt her skin cooling from perspiration. Our lips met for the first time; the kiss was soft and tender void of the extreme passion from minutes earlier.

Sarah moved backwards and began to unbutton my shirt saying, "Let's get you out of these cloths." 

I stood back letting her undress me as my eyes took in the beauty of the woman in front of me wearing only heels, stockings and a garter belt. The contrast of the thick dark triangle of pubic hair against her creamy white skin has been burned in my memory forever. 

Once Sarah had me completely nude she took my hand and guided me back to the coffee table mostly covered with books and magazines. She bent over at the waist exposing her beautiful ass framed by the arch of her garter belt and the tops of her stockings; with one motion of her arm she cleared the table, books and magazines went flying across the creaky, wooden floor. She sat down and took my engorged cock in her hand and began to rub, pat and kiss it lightly. She smiled up at me to see my reaction to her loving attention then she lowered it and rubbed its wet, engorged, purple head over her nipples.

Sarah lay back on the table and lifted her open legs and invited me into her warmth. I took over control of my swollen shaft and teased her with its engorged head. She opened her arms and pleaded for me to join her; it was a pleading I could not resist. Our arms held each other close as she moved her hips slightly to capture my cock in her hot juicy hole; we kissed as our hands explored each other. My hands pushed her full firm breasts together and my mouth took both of her long nipples in and nipped and suckled both of them at the same time.

Over the next hour we went from missionary fucking to Sarah sitting astride of me riding me with her beautiful tits dangling in my face and my mouth trying to capture her nipples as they moved quickly past. I moved her to her knees and pounded her firm, round cheeks from the rear until I could no longer hold my load. 

Her thick pubic hair quickly became matted with the white gooey cream that seeped from around my cock as we tried to catch our breath. She lay beside me on the sofa; her legs splayed wide open as the gooey cream oozed from her pink labia and slowly made its way through the already matted hair around her tightly puckered rose bud before falling onto the cushion of the sofa.

When we had the energy to stand more of the goo ran down Sarah's leg where I promptly licked it off. When I attempted to wipe up the pool of semen off the sofa cushion she stopped me.

"I want to keep that as a trophy to remind me of my first time being fucked in the shop." 

We dressed and drove to the Post Office in my truck to mail the books we had pulled from her shelves.

On the way back to the book store Sarah made the comment, "Having an afternoon tryst in the book store with a total stranger was a wonderfully naughty experience; however, you should know that there are added rewards for the man willing to commit to an entire night in my bed."

"Oh my, I cannot imagine a reward greater than what I have already experienced but, considering it is possible; I'm willing to make that commitment." 

"Then we don't have to go back to the book store. Just turn left at the next light and follow the road around the bay." She added, "If you think my pussy tasted good just wait until you try my chicken picata; it will make even your taste buds have orgasms." 

Sarah was right; after a hot shower to wash away the stale aroma of semen, pussy juice, and sweat she prepared a delicious Italian meal with all the trimmings including, my favorite, cannoli for desert. Afterwards we sipped wine and watched the sun slip below the horizon from the patio of her fifth floor condo.

Sarah enjoyed sexual conversation; she asked questions about my sexual experiences and was very willing to share information about her experiences.

"What kinds of fantasies do you have." she asked with a sexy smile.

"Actually I don't really have any. Those I have had I have pretty much fulfilled. If I have a fantasy I go to work to make it a reality. What fantasy do you have?"

She chuckled, "Well, until this afternoon I had a fantasy about fucking a complete stranger; that's no longer a fantasy although I may try it again." She paused thoughtfully then added, "I still have a fantasy about being spanked because of my misbehaving."

"Mmmm you certainly have the beautiful, firm ass for a good spanking. Of course you would have to tell me all about your misbehavior then I would have to determine if it is truly behavior deserving of a good spanking." 

Sarah, wearing a light, knit dress and panties, moved closer to me with her head hung in shame staring into her fidgety hands as she confessed to her terrible misbehavior.

"I really did not mean to do it; I mean I had not planned it. It just happened."

Sarah went on to explain that several months earlier a young couple had moved into one of the condos on the second floor while the owners were in Europe; the young wife was very pregnant. 

Sarah became friends with the young couple and often did little chores for them when she was out shopping. One day the young husband helped Sarah carry her groceries to her condo so she gave him a friendly hug to thank him.

"I really didn't mean anything by the hug but he hugged me back and we just stood there in each other's arms. The next thing I knew I felt something push against my pelvic area; I quickly realized he was getting an erection. My mind told me to step back away from him but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own and moved to the source of the motion which had also created a substantial bulge in the front of his pants."

I told him as my hand rested over the bulge, "I take it that you have not been using this lately."

"No and the doctor told us yesterday that it would be several months after the baby comes before we can resume our regular activities." He replied.

"I knew I should have sent him home but my mind was spinning; I felt heat building between my thighs as the bulge under my hand pulsed. I knew I was doing wrong but I couldn't seem to help myself and he was trembling in my arms."

"I lifted my skirt and guided his hand to my crotch, 'Feel my heat and how wet I am.'"

"His fingers began to explorer the source of the heat and wetness through my panties; we kissed passionately. I knew there would be no turning back; my body desperately wanted to experience this young man's turgid meat. I knew it was wrong; I knew I would one day be punished for my lust." She twisted her fingers.

"It didn't last long; I guess because he had not been using it enough and I was left unfulfilled; maybe that was part of my punishment. He flooded me with semen then quickly went limp and pulled out; he could not even look me in the eye as he dressed to go home to his pregnant wife. I used the large pool of semen almost gushing out of me on my fingers to finish the job the young husband could not finish."

After a pause I commented, "Well that terrible behavior certainly warrants a good spanking. Just how many licks do you think it will take to remind you not to behave so badly in the future?"

I was surprised when she looked up and I saw tears welled-up in her eyes. Maybe this wasn't role playing but rather genuine guilt and repentance; maybe a good spanking would be just what she needed.

With her head still hung in shame, looking into her fidgeting hands she softly replied, "At least a dozen don't you think?"

I shook my head in agreement then moved to a straight back chair without arms and sat down.

I ordered, "Well, don't just sit there; come here."

Reluctantly she moved slowly toward me; I guided her across my lap then lifted the hem of her short, knit dress above her waist. I took several minutes just to admire the sight of her beautiful ass encased in a pair of white, cotton, hip-hugger panties; I slowly rubbed my hand over the soft fabric before sliding them over her flared hips, round ass, and a few inches down her thighs. Even with her legs together I could still see wisps of her dark pubic hair in the hollow between her thighs.

"I hope you will remember this and the reason you are getting a spanking." She whimpered softly.

I ran my hand over her warm, smooth flesh several times before pulling my arm away; I swung my arm and hand in an upward arc and made contact with her bare skin; she whimpered and the cheeks of her ass jiggled from the sudden impact. The second and third smacks produced groans and movement of her hips; both cheeks displayed a light pink outline of my hand. 

More smacks of my hand turned the pink outline of my hand into a red splotch that was hot to the touch; Sarah's groans became yelps. I had to grasp her outside hip with my free hand to hold her on my lap; her legs were open and I could see glistening droplets of moisture form on the pubic hair along her vulva. The last two licks were delivered in quick secession; I rubbed my hand gently over her hot, red flesh and tried to soothe her spirits with encouraging words.




The Bookstore



"There, there now; it's all over and you will feel better soon."

As I pulled her panties off I couldn't help but again notice the glistening moisture between her legs.

When she moved off my lap I guided her back to the sofa, "Put your knees on the edge of the seat and rest your arms on the back."

Once she was in position I kneeled behind her and began to kiss the reddened area of her ass; the coolness of my lips and tongue on her hot flesh caused several soft moans and sighs. Sarah wiggled her ass and giggled as my tongue crossed the divide between her cheeks.

"I do hope you are going to fuck me; I am so hot."

I chuckled, "I know you are; your pussy is glistening and wet with your juices."

Needless to say I did not make Sarah wait long before I was pounding her from behind; my engorged cock disappeared again and again between the still red cheeks of her delicious, fresh spanked, ass. She was turned on by the experience and threw her head from side and grunted out low guttural sounds. Her fingers worked feverishly between her legs as our bodies smacked together.

When it was all over and I thought she was ready for a rest she looked over her shoulder, "Now put it in my ass."