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Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover

By: Pleezer4U



I picked up Ingrid as we planned, she was wearing a white Tank Top, very sweet perfume and bright red sparkly lipstick and had her dyed blonde hair brushed back over her shoulders. I was quite fond of her lips, they were large and pouty and when she was angry, her lips were very sexy.

Ingrid was also wearing a very tight, short denim skirt that really showcased her luscious legs. As she slid into the seat next to me, I got a very good glimpse of her creamy white thighs and even a peek at her cute, tiny panties. Her legs are so exquisite; I couldn’t take my eyes off of them for a few minutes. Ingrid also has a very hot body to match, a tiny waist, cute ankles and tiny feet. However, due to some orthodontia problems when she was younger, her teeth sort of protrude, giving the impression that she has buckteeth, but she doesn’t. Ingrid is very self-conscious about her teeth, but I remind her that she has a marvelous body and her teeth can be corrected.

After this gorgeous creature entered my car and got comfortable, we embraced and kissed passionately for quite some time. As a matter of fact, it was in the evening and it was humid outside and the windows began to fog up. Her hair smelled like fresh flowers and I couldn’t, get enough of her, so I gently kissed her neck and lovingly bit her ear lobes.

As Ingrid began to moan with delight, I nuzzled her soft, supple neck and continued showering her with tiny love bites across her shoulders. It seemed that the more that I inhaled her fragrance, the more intoxicating my lust was for this young woman. 

Finally, Ingrid suggested that we continue on to the little Lakefront Park that we both enjoyed. As we traveled, Ingrid lovingly played with my cock through my pants and I was totally turned on by her brazenness. So, I let my free hand wander to her upper thigh and she slid further next to me in the seat and guided my hand to her lovely upper thigh and under the elastic band of her thin cotton panties. By the time that we arrived at the park, we were both so hot for each other and her panties were beginning to become very moist.

I parked the car as close to the lake as I could for the view of the Chicago skyline at night and then we got down to some serious heavy petting. As I kissed, nibbled and licked my way down to her lovely breasts, I lingered on her nipples. 

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Her luscious red nipples seemed to beg me to linger for awhile as they continued to puff up with every flick of my tongue. I was absolutely mesmerized by the effect that I had on this lovely girl’s breasts, as I worshipped her with my mouth. At this moment, my only desire was to please this hot, sexy girl in every way imaginable. I was oblivious to any other activity while I was pleasuring this divine young girl.

Ingrid’s moaning & purring became increasingly more intense. So much more in fact, that she began to impulsively claw at my zipper in an attempt to release my increasingly throbbing penis. I whispered in Ingrid’s ear that she must let me put her needs ahead of mine. After all, I pursued her in this relationship in order to become her faithful lover. I wanted for her to be happy and compensate her for the lack of attention & affection given to her by her husband Dennis. We were both married - I was 23 years her senior, I was smitten with her and I chose to woo her and pleasure her whenever she so desired, in as many different ways as either of us could imagine.

Ingrid was intensely stroking my manhood, almost as if it were her instrument of pacification. As I lovingly kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I continued to kiss her abdomen and nibble at her belly button until I reached her waist.

As I deftly slid my hand under the waist of her skirt, I managed to delicately maneuver my free hand behind her lower back and I began to massage both her ass and lower back. As she relaxed further into a more comfortable position, her skirt slid up and much to my pleasure, her tiny, pink silk panties were exposed. I was really turned on by this lovely sight and I explored further by toying with her tiny rosebud and I could feel her sphincter muscles expand and contract in response to each caress.

By now, Ingrid became so aroused that she raised her beautiful tight ass up off the seat and assisted me in removing her skirt. Ad I removed her skirt, I leaned down and kissed and admired every inch of her newly exposed, young voluptuous body from her waist down. In doing so, I wondered aloud “what man could possibly resist this beautiful young creature?” 

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While I admired Ingrid’s sensuous body, I reminisced of that day not to long ago when we first talked. She was very self-conscious about her face and unusually large teeth, and I told her that in my opinion that she was still a beautiful young girl. I also impressed upon her what a hot, desirable body she had and that most women her age would love to have a gorgeous f Furthermore, I said it was a shame that her husband couldn’t appreciate what a hot package he was married to. I was very much smitten by this little sex kitten and I told her that I fanaticized about all the ways that I could pleasure her, if only given the opportunity.

As I continued massaging Ingrid’s beautiful ass, she began squeezing my balls and began eagerly sucking my dick. This continued for almost twenty minutes and then I slowly removed her panties and top and gently grasped her by the shoulders and sat her up and pulled her onto my lap and we fucked for what seemed like an eternity. Ingrid undulated her hips on my cock and I could only think to myself “oh my, can this girl fuck!”

While we screwed ourselves senseless, I continued to suck and nip at her opulent nipples. The harder I sucked, the more frenzied her hips swayed on my rigid cock. This sweet young girl definitely could swivel those hips.

I could sense my climax building and I could feel Ingrid’s tight young body tense up and then she buried her head in my neck and let loose with a violent orgasm. In fact, her orgasm was so intense I could not help but release mine too. She bucked and clawed at my back as her muffled screams of pleasure filled the car.

Afterwards, we cuddled and I nuzzled her long slender neck, as we talked about what fantastic sex we enjoy with one another. However, we both lamented that no matter how good the sex was, ours was just a relationship of mutual gratification and we both had to ultimately return to our respective spouses.

Ingrid made me feel so hot, I couldn’t wait to be with her again and she said that she felt the same way about me and between our encounters, she fantasized about what surprises our next rendezvous would bring.

As Ingrid was dressing, I asked her if I could keep her sexy little panties as reminder of her sex and she obliged me. I could not get enough of this gorgeous young woman and as she continued to dress, I lustfully watched.

I just cannot believe what a sexy young lady Ingrid turned out to be I couldn’t stop craving her sexy body, especially her tiny waist and firm breasts.

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In fact, most men wouldn’t give her second look because of her “Plain Jane” facial features. But Ingrid has a body that most women would be highly envious of.

As I dropped Ingrid off close to her house, we kissed goodbye and it turned into a steamy hot passionate kissing session. I was difficult to see her return to her husband. Ingrid promised me that we would spend more time together during our next tryst.

As the weeks passed, It was a very difficult task for me to not think about her. After all, she was my neighbor and I saw her frequently but I couldn’t hold her or kiss her or otherwise reveal my passion publicly.

Ingrid has the sexiest walk of any woman that I have ever met and I love to watch her walk. Especially when she is wearing her tightest little shorts or her skintight jeans. I am just mesmerized by her tight ass and the way that she can swivel those little hips. Still, Ingrid is forbidden fruit because I am still married, as is she.

As Ingrid was growing up, I never even entertained the thoughts of lust that I have for her now. She was a skinny, awkward little girl that has truly blossomed into a sex goddess in her early twenties. As I look back, I seem to remember subtle little things about her when she was a teenager that I never really thought a lot about at the time. I believe that as early as sixteen, she was becoming aware of the effect her body had on older boys.

For example, she would wear her bikini around the backyard and wear the skimpiest shorts and tiniest T-shirts & tops that really showcased her per little breasts.

I never guessed that as she matured, that I would ever have a relationship with her, let alone such a passionate sexual relationship. Ingrid had never expressed an interest in me in any way. Although, just before she got married I did begin to notice how sexy she was when she began dating regularly. I admired her body from afar and I oftened wondered why she hardly ever dated the same guy twice. Ingrid’s only physical quality was that she had to get dentures before she was 16 due to a problem with her teeth. They really did not fit her mouth well and did take away from her other physical attributes. Ingrid always had a very cute, sassy face, not to mention how her body developed into a foxy young woman.

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I always thought that any guy would be crazy to not ask her out, I mean she had the entire package and no guys ever seemed to appreciate her.

Just the way she walks and gently sways her slender hips naturally just drives me crazy! Ever since Ingrid turned eighteen, I lusted to experience her body and dreamed of one day asking her out, this was a major fantasy of mine. Even though I am married, and Ingrid is definitely forbidden fruit, I Could not help but fantasize what a great sex we could have together.

Even while in high school, I think Ingrid knew the powerful effect she had on older men, because whenever I was outside in the yard, if Ingrid saw me she would pretend to bend over and pick up something just to torment me. She purposely wore the shortest shorts, the tightest jeans and T-shirts, the kind that left my mouth watering. I even spied her in her bikini and wow was that a lovely treat. When Ingrid wore light colored T-shirts, her nipples really stood out in proportion to her small breasts, they were very rigid and begged to be suckled. Not to mention her sweet tiny ass swaying back and forth. We hardly had an opportunity to communicate with one another because my wife was very jealous of the way Ingrid paraded around in her tiny outfits. I wouldn’t dare approach her, even for casual neighborly chitchat.

However, one day several months ago, Ingrid had a disagreement with her husband about their finances and it turned into a terrible argument. Ingrid left the house to be alone and she had a flat tire, not too far from home. And this is how our relationship began; I was on my way home from work and saw Ingrid’s car sitting by the side of the road with her hazard lights flashing and I pulled over to see what was wrong and if I could assist.

At first, she refused my help and said she could fix it herself, right now she was just upset. I persisted and she gave in and accepted my offer and since it was very warm outside, I offered for her to sit in my car with the A/C on and relax while I changed her tire. She accepted and thanked me as she started to walk towards my car, I couldn’t help but notice that sweet little sway of her hips seemed to be somewhat exaggerated tonight. Then again, that was probably just my wishful thinking. Ingrid was looking very sexy on this warm summer night. She was wearing a white tank top and white shorts and sandals and her legs were exquisite. As I was finishing the task of changing her tire, I noticed that she was crying again. So I finished the task, cleaned my hands and asked her if she was all right. Ingrid said she was feeling sorry for herself and smiled and thanked through her tears for helping and for caring. 

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At that instant, I leaned towards her with some tissues to wipe her eyes and while doing so, I gently brushed her hair from her face and said that she didn’t deserve to be unhappy. Ingrid started to cry again and tell me about her miserable home life and how she wishes that she hadn’t married the first guy that showed an interest in her. I consoled her and put my arms around her and pulled her tiny little frame next to me and embraced her. 

Almost immediately to my surprise, she buried her head in my shoulder and hugged me tight, saying that felt so good. 

I could feel her body heat and smell her fragrant hair and as we sat there, she slowly relaxed and then placed her hand on my thigh, then it came to rest on my crotch. I was a bit embarrassed, because here I was consoling her about her less than perfect life and at the same time lusting after her sexy body. I was aroused and semi erect. If Ingrid noticed the bulge in my jeans, she did not acknowledge it.

As I impulsively began to rub the back of her neck and reassure her that everything will work out for the best. Ingrid looked up at me smiling and grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to hers and we kissed, at first just a quick peck, then a long passionate lovers kiss. When we finally broke free, I complimented her on what marvelous kisser she was and we continued to kiss, as her free hand traced a circle around my ever-increasing bulge. I was so turned on by this sexy girl, I wrapped my hands around her shoulders and pulled her even tighter towards me and started nuzzling her long neck and alternately sucking and nibbling on her ear lobes.

By now Ingrid was beginning to squirm and I took this opportunity to allow my hand to glide along her taught belly to the inside of her thighs. As I did, I could feel the dampness of her crotch and I slightly squeezed her inside thigh and Ingrid purred with anticipation in my ear. At this point, I accepted this as encouragement to explore further. Therefore I gently rubbed Ingrid’s pubic bone through her shorts and she squealed with delight. 

Ingrid started breathing a bit heavy and suddenly thrust her tongue into my mouth and we French kissed like I have never experienced before.

She met my tongue thrust for thrust and I sucked hers almost out of her head and she moaned loudly and dug her nails into my shoulders. I thought to myself, my god is this girl hot! I felt like a teen again, she started gyrating in the seat and sucking my neck and clawing at my chest and shuddering and suddenly my hand was soaked with her first orgasm, right through her shorts.

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When Ingrid relaxed, I said to her you must have really needed that release and she acknowledged that she did and thanked me. I apologized for being so forward, but I told her that she really turned me on. She assured me that there was plenty more to look forward to. She leaned in towards me and asked me to drive to the local lakefront where the young people go to neck and I did. All the way, Ingrid cupped my balls with her left hand and kissed my chest repeatedly. 

We arrived at the park by the lake and Ingrid reclined in the passenger’s seat and begged me to take her and I replied that she needs some for TLC first. She pretended to pout and I unsnapped her shorts and managed to wiggle her tiny ass out of them and peel her panties off. 

By now she was getting fidgety again, so as I peeled her panties down her beautiful, creamy white thighs I licked and kissed my way down to her petite little ankles and back to her sexy little bush. I lingered on her inner thighs before I plunged my tongue into her vagina and began to lick and suck like a crazed, horny madman. I took a momentary break and proceeded to pull her legs over my shoulders and she screeched my name and begged me to screw her senseless. I ignored her request and dove into her sweet little pussy and consumed her loveliness for all I was worth.

When I finished eating her, she was still pushing her pussy in my face and shaking with violent orgasms. I asked her if my technique was good enough for her and she said that she had never had orgasms that violent. My beard was soaked with her juices and I could not get enough of her. After a short smoke break, I cleaned up and started massaging her clitoris and she said it was so sore, be gentle with it. As she was telling me this, she unzipped me and pulled out my rock hard dick and took it into her lovely mouth in one skilled motion. She sucked me so deep, I thought she might gag. I was amazed at what an accomplished cocksucker she was.

As Ingrid was devouring my cock and moaning, I deftly slid my hand behind her and slowly massaged her ass until I reached her anus and then I gently inserted a finger. At first I felt her muscles resist and tightened and she murmured something inaudible. I persisted and she began to relax and her sphincter relaxed to the point where I now had several fingers inside her and she looked up at me with curious expression. I asked her if that was uncomfortable and she shook her head no and simultaneously her muscles began to expand & contract as if fucking my fingers with her butt.

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This only encouraged me to continue my exploration of her sweet little ass and at the same time, my actions seemed to encourage Ingrid to swallow my cock completely to my balls. I was beside myself; this girl knew how to suck cock!

All Ingrid could do is moan and squirm, I couldn’t take any more, I blew my load into her throat and all I could feel is her sucking and slurping every last drop. After she finished and wiped her chin, she asked if I was going to finish what I started and I immediately said get on your knees baby!

As this lovely sex goddess got on her knees all I could think of was fucking that sweet ass. So I first kissed an licked her tiny rosebud and the as I started to probe her anus with my fingers, she totally relaxed and I immediately mounted her and slid right in and almost immediately Ingrid shoved back against me and began fucking me like a possessed demon.

She met my thrusts with every stroke and as I kissed the small of her back and simultaneously played with her titties and clitoris, she screamed and yelled for me to fuck her harder. Her ass was trembling so badly, I had to grasp her slender hips firmly and continuously pull her towards me.

After a long hard ass pounding I let go with probably the most ferocious orgasm that I had ever had and Ingrid kept yelling that she was cumming too. In fact, the blanket underneath us was soaked with our combined juices. A we both collapsed in lustful bliss; Ingrid gripped my waist tightly and hoarsely uttered that she had never been so fulfilled by a man in her short sexual history. I told her that I was indeed flattered that I was to first to fulfill her sexual needs completely.

In fact I felt like young man again and this nubile young lass made me want to go another round with her hot young body. However, Ingrid told me that as much as I have pleased her and as bad as she wanted to please me more, she had to get home before her husband got really suspicious.

She did promise me that we would be seeing much of each other in the future and this was one of those encounters tonight. We just cannot get enough of one another’s sex. As a souvenir of our first encounter, Ingrid gave me her lovely, tiny blue silk panties. I have them to this very day, among other intimate lingerie from our subsequent encounters. 

What Ingrid lacks in good looks, she more than makes up for in technique. Not to mention her lovely ass, breasts and other indescribably delicious bodily attributes. She is one very hot little package. 

I promised myself after having fantastic sex with this lovely young woman, that I would never judge a book by its cover again.

Dont Judge a Book by its Cover



I'd been working at the bookstore for about a month. I got along well with the owner, Mrs. Johnson but she was pretty stuffy. She was friendly enough, but seemed very conservative. She wore dresses most of the time and they were almost always below her knees. She always addressed me as Mr. Barnett and though her name was Chloe, she insisted that I call her Mrs. Johnson.

Mrs. Johnson was an attractive woman somewhere in her 30s I guessed, and was married to an older guy who was just as stuffy if not more so. He owned another company as well as the bookstore. I assumed this was more of a hobby for Mrs. Johnson but it didn't matter, it paid well and was a good part-time job. 

I liked working for Mrs. Johnson, she pretty much left me alone to do the things she asked me to do. She was very knowledgeable about literature, and I never heard her steer a customer wrong. She let me borrow books to read from time to time and I learned quite a bit. 

We talked about lots of things; Politics, in which we differed quite a bit, and current happenings around the world or just here in the city, but mainly we talked about books. I had my favorite authors and genres, she had hers. We talked of writing styles but we always kept it on more or less a professional level. Mrs. Johnson was always very proper and I thought she could just about be called a prude. 

We received a shipment of books from a publisher that had a lot of new samples of what they were pushing. Mrs. Johnson opened the box and started handing them to me to sort. history, novels, new best sellers, we commented on each one as to whether or not it would sell. 

One book was a collection of erotica. She blushed when she handed it to me and didn't say anything. We didn't have a section for that in the store, so I put it aside and decided to just put it in the store room if she didn't tell me where to put it. We went through the rest of the shipment and arranged them all in the appropriate stacks for putting on our shelves, except for the orphan book. 

Mrs. Johnson went back into the office to do some paperwork while I put the new books on the display racks and the shelves. I put the lone book on erotica back in the store room and decided that I'd read it that evening. Later on, I looked for the book but it was not where I put it. I smiled to myself and thought "Hard to resist this stuff, huh?" 

Nothing was ever said and the next morning the book was back on the shelf. I picked it up and read through a few pages. It was more fun imagining Mrs. Johnson's reaction to the stories and poetry than it was reading the book so I left it where it was. 

It looked to me like Mrs. Johnson had a great body underneath those long dresses and conservative suits. She wasn't really what I'd call "busty" but definitely not flat either. She wore glasses and her hair was up most of the time, you know... what you think of when you think of a librarian. 

I loved watching her bending over and working at the shelves though, and imagined what might be underneath those conservative clothes. I thought of her more and more doing things like biting her lip as she read, furtively touched herself, or squirming in her chair as she fantasized about living some of the stories in the book. 

I started to have fantasies of my own about Mrs Johnson which invariably left me as hard as a rock. I tried to think of her as Chloe, but somehow "Mrs. Johnson" just seemed hotter. I wondered which stories turned her on the most. There were several different genres in the book. 

Was she intrigued about self pleasure? Was exhibitionism something that she thought about? What about watching as others had sex or pleasured themselves? Did she live vicariously through the women who met strangers or took part in a threesome? 

My favorite mental image of Mrs. Johnson was her sitting in her living room, drinking a glass of wine reading the book and slowly undressing as she read. She would sigh and touch her nipples first through her blouse or bra and then she would gently pull at them after she was naked. 

I pictured her as having near perfect breasts, with quarter sized nipples that were tilted slightly upward. I just knew that her bush matched her hair, a light brown color and that it was natural, not trimmed. She would sit back in her chair with one foot up in the chair and absent mindedly, lost in thought, caress her pussy lips with her fintertips. Quite often I'd have to force myself out of my daydream and get to work. More than once I'm sure Mrs. Johnson wondered why I was blushing in the middle of a conversation. 

One day, I was stocking some shelves in the front of the shop and Mrs. Johnson was in the back organizing some shelves. She was up on a ladder when I walked in to get some more books but her dress kept me from getting much of a look at anything besides her ankles. 

She was wearing a long, fairly loose dress that buttoned up all the way from the bottom to the top. She reminded me to put out some new editions of a classic we'd just got in and I replied "Yes Ma'am. I walked back out to the front and was busy swapping out a display when I heard Mrs. Johnson scream and there was a crash in the back room. 

I rushed back to the room and found Mrs. Johnson laying on the floor out cold. I immediately went over to see if she was ok. She wasn't bleeding and she had a strong pulse but she was unconscious. I reached for my cell phone to call 911 and paused. She was laying on her back with one knee up. Her dress was hiked up around her hips and to my amazement she was wearing a sheer black thong. Her skin was pale but very smooth and she had some killer legs! I could see through her panties and she was as bald as a baby except for a small tuft. I knew I should call an ambulance but I hesitated. 

It was as if my hand belonged to someone else. I reached out and touched her pussy. Almost immediately her lips seemed to swell. I rubbed them a little more and could feel the wetness begin. It took only a few seconds for her thong to get soaked through. I'd never experienced anything like it. 

I was about ready to stop and make the call when her hips began to move. Mrs. Johnson lifted her hips as I continued to caress her. I stopped rubbing and dialed 911 on my phone. I was going to press "talk" but suddenly Mrs Johnson grabbed my wrist. 

I knew I was dead. Fired, arrested and killed! I looked down and her eyes met mine and held them. She guided my fingers back down to her soaked thong and rubbed herself with them. Her knee lifted up higher and her hips continued to move. Mrs. Johnson moaned softly and let go of my wrist. Her puffy lips seemed to grow under my fingertips. 

She softly whispered "Don't stop." I slipped a finger under her thong and caressed the slick wetness between her lips. I slid her thong aside and slipped first one, then two fingers inside her. She moved her hips in time with my fingers and squeezed her breasts through her dress. Her clit was swollen and I circled it with my thumb. It felt as though someone had poured oil on my hand she was so wet. 

I pulled her thong down and off over her ankles. I slipped my fingers back inside her and she moaned "Oooooooooo yessssssssss" again. 

My ring finger was sliding between her cheeks and I continued to tease her clit with my thumb. I wiggled my finger inside her pressing against the inside of her belly. I leaned down for a taste but she pushed me away and said in a thick voice "Just your hand." By now my hand was making squishing noises and her hips were gyrating slowly but sensually. I was so hard I could barely contain myself. 

Mrs. Johnson's tuft was actually a perfectly sculpted heart. Her swollen lips were luscious and gripped my fingers tightly. Her body began to shudder and just as suddenly as she grabbed my wrist earlier, she squeezed her legs together, trapping my hand inside her. 

Instead of arching her back, she sat up and held my hand in place by wrapping her arms around mine. She moaned deeply and screamed from somewhere very deep within. Mrs. Johnson came HARD again and again. Her fingernails dug into my bare arm and her muscles clenched around my fingers with each orgasm. She held me tightly and flooded all over my hand. Gradually, she relaxed and slowly released me. 

She looked at me and whispered "Not a WORD." 

Mrs. Johnson stood up. Her soaked dress fell covering up her beautiful legs that were slick with her juices. She bent over to pick up her thong, her eyes never leaving mine. She walked around the corner. I heard the door to her office close and then I stood up as well noticing for the first time the wet spot on the front of my pants. 

I shook my head and hoarsely wishpered "WOW!" and licked off one of my fingers. "Who'd have thought it?" 

I went into the bathroom and reluctantly washed my hands. I knew that I'd have to gather up my stuff and go. I debated on whether or not to take the book with me, but decided to leave it for her to enjoy. 

I was packing up some of my things into a box when the door to her office opened and she stepped out. She was wearing different clothes and her cheeks were still red. I expected her to fire me on the spot so it was a bit of a shock when she simply said "Tomorrow, I want you to put up the new shelves." 

I almost dropped the box I was holding. I smiled and said "Yes Ma'am." I let my eyes roam over her. 

She lifted her chin and looked back at me almost as if she was denying that what happened.... had actually happened. 

For a week it was quiet around the store. The book disappeared from its usual spot in the storeroom. I assumed Mrs Johnson had thrown it away. One day we were unpacking books and started talking about authors again. My favorite was a guy that wrote about adventures in Africa, hers wrote of intrigue and wove a convoluted tale of mystery. I suggested that we read one of each others and talk about our thoughts. She looked at me for a moment and then placed the missing book on the counter. "How about we talk about this one?" 

I was speechless. "Uhhhh Are you sure? OK." was all I could utter. 

She went on, "What do you like in here?" 

I thought for a moment and then answered "Tough question. It has to be well written, of course, but I think my favorite kind of story is one where there are surprises." 

"How so?" she asked. 

"Kind of like a woman who dresses in sexy underwear under rather plain clothes." She blushed. 

I went on, "The ones where a woman discovers herself or a couple discover a different side to their relationship that they'd never considered before." 

She was blushing but said "I see." 

I asked " What do you get out of the book. 

"It.... welll..... it does things to me." she replied a little hesitantly. 

"What kinds of things? I asked. 

"Reading it makes me hot but it also makes me a little sad. It makes me realize theres so many things I've never done." 

I asked, "Such as?" 

Mrs. Johnson blushed and swallowed but went on. "I've never had oral sex. I've only been with one man, and until recently, I've never had an intense orgasm." 

I asked "The other day?" She nodded. 

"I see." I replied "Just so you know, that was incredible." 

She looked at me and said "you didn't think it was.... gross? You know... that I get so.... wet. My husband does." 

I was amazed. "He's an idiot! That was the hottest thing I've experienced in years! I've never been with a woman who got that wet before.... I loved it!" 

Mrs. Johnson managed a weak smile though she was still blushing furiously.

I picked up the book and thumbed through it until I found a story I'd read earlier. I read a passage about a woman going down on a guy. 

Mrs. Johnson looked up at me and asked If I'd ever had that done for me.

Mischievously, I asked her "Had what done?" 

She stammered. "You know.... had your you know what ummmm sucked." 

I smiled. "Of course. I've had my cock sucked many times. It's wonderful and usually the women enjoyed it too." She looked down and it was obvious that I was hard. "I've also tasted women before. though none quite like you." 

She looked away. I read a few more passages and then asked "Do you have any favorites in the book?"

"Theres a few." Mrs Johnson said huskily "There's one where a neighbor watches a woman through a window. There's another where a woman and a man find their pleasures in unusual places." 

About then a customer walked in and Mrs. Johnson put the book back under the counter. We were both excited by the conversation, but we went back to work. 

I was putting some used books away a little while later when I had to walk behind Mrs. Johnson who was bending over and rearranging some books on a middle shelf. As I passed by my leg rubbed against her. I could feel her stiffen, but she didn't move. I could feel each cheek and the space between. I walked on and finished my task, hoping that little things like this brief contact would turn her on. 

That day Mrs. Johnson was wearing a longer gray knit dress that hugged her body with some black heeled sandals. The dress was stretched a little over her rear and I could tell by the outline that she was wearing string bikini panties underneath. Customers kept coming and going too fast to re-start our book discussion so it was closing time before I could even think about it. 

I finished up my work for the day and Mrs. Johnson asked me to come back to her office. She startled me by asking "Do you think I'm pretty?" 

I answered by saying "Yes I do. Striking even. You've got beautiful features and a very nice body. I love your hair too." I sensed that she was really unsure of herself. She was a beautiful young woman married to an older man who obviously didn't appreciate her for the extremely sexy woman that she was. 

There was a full length mirror on the back of her door. I closed the door to her office and took her hand and led her to a spot in front of the mirror. Standing behind her, I took the pins from her hair and let it fall. "See? You really are a beautiful woman. Especially with your hair down. Fluff it out a little." 

She lifted her hands and ran her fingers through her hair to comb it out then shook her head and asked, "Like this?"

"Perfect!" I said. See how sexy you look?" She started to take off her glasses "No, leave your glasses on. They're you." 

As I ran my hands over her shoulders and arms, I whispered "Stop me when you feel uncomfortable." She nodded. I went on, "We always dress in front of a mirror, but have you ever un-dressed in front of one? 

She shook her head and whispered "No.... never". 

I unhooked the tiny clasp at the back of her neck and slowly unzipped her dress. I could see her nipples hardening through the clingy knit fabric "Very nice" I said quietly. Then I slid her dress off her shoulders and helped as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She was wearing a black sheer lace bra that clasped in front. "Gorgeous! I said softly into her ear." Her nipples were just dark enough to show through the lace and they looked perfect. We let the dress fall down around her hips. 

"OK?" I asked. She nodded, biting her lower lip. 

I knew Mrs. Johnson was way out of her comfort zone but she was hanging in there. I could sense that her breathing was getting heavier. Mine certainly was. I reached around her and slowly hooked my thumbs in her dress and pushed it down lower on her hips, revealing her matching black lace panties. Squatting behind Mrs. Johnson, I pushed the dress further down and kissed her hip. Her dress fell down around her ankles showing off her black lace top stockings as well. 

"Mmmmmm gorgeous legs Mrs. Johnson. Go ahead and step out of the dress" She did and I told her to kick it to the side. In the mirror we could both see the almost total transformation. 

"You certainly know how to dress!" I said with my face inches away from her sexy bottom. 

I stood up behind Mrs Johnson and whispered in her ear "What do you think?" 

She shrugged and asked "What do You think?" 

I managed to croak "Incredible! You're simply incredible!" She smiled as if realizing her sensual beauty or the very first time. I thought to myself "What a waste! Her husband is a bigger fool than I thought!" 

Our eyes met each other in the mirror. There she stood, her pale skin framed by black lace. She looked like a lingerie model, her nipples and her tufted heart barely showing through the lace. Mrs. Johnson's breasts swelled under her bra, As I'd imagined, she wasn't large and wasn't small either. The bra enhanced her cleavage. "Oh that's perfect." I whispered. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and shoulder. I traced a finger around the edges of her bra and down her sides. She shivered slightly and gasped. "Ticklish?" I asked. 

She giggled "Yes!" 

"Gorgeous Mrs. Johnson, simply gorgeous." I said. Her hips swelled out from her waistline in a perfect curve. She had a little bit of a tummy but just enough to be sexy. I ran my hands up and down her sides again and slid her panties down just an inch or so. "Are we wet yet?" I whispered. 

"Oh god yes!" she answered. She bit her lower lip but ran her hands through her hair again. 

"Don't you think you're beautiful? Hot? Sexy?" I asked. "You must know that you are." I watched in the mirror as she looked her reflection over as if convincing herself that my words were true. 

With my hands on her hips, I whispered "Unhook your bra." 

She reached up and unclasped her bra, then very slowly pulling it back to uncover her breasts. She had small darkish nipples that were hard as rocks. I slipped the straps over her shoulders. She shrugged out of it and dropped it to the floor.

"See how gorgeous they are? Each one a perfect work of art." I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently kneaded them, She gasped as I squeezed the nipples between my thumb and finger. I was as hard as a rock but this moment wasn't about me. 

This was about Mrs Johnson realizing her real beauty and sensuality. I dropped my hands to her hips and then said "Your turn."

I guided her hands to her breasts and watched as she began to caress them. Her fingers slowly circled her perfect skin. Then she closed her eyes and leaned back her head as she squeezed them moaning softly as she played with her nipples. 

I reached down and ran my hands over her hips. Moving one hand to the inside of her thigh I could tell she was indeed soaked. She moaned softly as I touched her wetness. 

Squatting behind her again I kissed her back. "Mrs Johnson, slowly now.... take off your panties." I said. Our eyes met in the mirror. Taking the waistband of her bikinis in her thumbs, she slid them slowly over her hips. 

"Please.... call me Chloe." 

I smiled and said "Sure thing, Chloe." She had to bend over to push her panties down farther, the wet cloth reluctant to slide down. I kissed the smooth white skin of her bottom, first one cheek then the other. Her pussy lips were swollen and glistening. The smell of her arousal was like a drug. 

She slid her black lacy panties all the way down to her ankles. Then Chloe stood up and stepped out of them as she continued to rub her breasts. I slipped my hand between her legs and gently moved her knees apart. My hand was soaked when I pulled it away. I held it up so she could see then I licked one of my fingers clean. I held up another finger for her to try she tentatively took it in her mouth and sucked on it. I moved my finger in and out over her tongue and lips.

"That's what its like, oral sex. Do you want to try it?" She nodded slowly. "We'll get there." I assured her. I reached up and took her hand and softly guided her fingers to the tuft and the base of her tummy. 

"Touch it" I said "...and watch. You'll see that you're one of the sexiest women I've ever met." 

Chloe caressed her tummy and then slid down to her swollen lips. "Thats it, you know what feels good." I said "Its ok to show me."




Dont Judge a Book by its Cover



I moved so that she could lift her foot up on my knee. She was focused on watching herself. She touched, she caressed and she sighed. She put one hand on my head for balance and then slipped a finger inside. She rubbed her clit and moaned softly. The inside of her thigh was shimmering in the light. Chloe was so wet. 

A rivulet ran down to her ankle. Her hips began to move in time with the motions of her fingers. I rubbed her back and said "Let yourself go." 

Her hand started moving faster and her fingers slipped in and out. Her hand on my head became a fist in my hair. She teased and squeezed her swollen clit until suddenly she gasped and began to shake. She held it tightly, pushing her fingers against that sensitive spot as first one then another orgasm washed over her. Her foot slid off my knee she arched her back. I could feel her knees shake so I stood up and held her tightly. It took a while , but Chloe slowly began to relax. I tilted her chin up and kissed her gently on her lips.

"Feel sexy now?" I asked. 

She hugged me tightly and said "Mmmm hmmm.... Wonderful!" 

We stood there for a few minutes, totally content with each other. I turned Chloe a little so that we could both see our reflection in the mirror. I slowly pushed down on her shoulders until she was squatting in front of me. I guided her hands until she'd unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. She pushed them down and my hard cock popped out. I told her to just touch it. Explore it a little and just get to know it. 

She ran her fingers up and down my cock then under my balls. "I've never just played with a man before." she said. She ran her thumb over my swollen head and tickled the little folds of skin underneath. 

It was my turn to moan as she caressed my cock. A silvery drop formed on the tip. She rubbed a fingertip over it and then looked up at me and tasted it. Chloe wrapped her hand around it and slowly stroked. 

"Does that feel good?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah" I managed to groan. 

"Could I just..... you know... watch?" She asked.

I reached down and caressed her cheek and said "Of course! Whatever you want, Chloe." 

She continued to caress it and slowly stroke it. She ran her fingertips over the entire length. I couldn't help but move my hips. She smiled and giggled and bit her lip staring at my now twitching cock. Suddenly I could hold it back no longer. She backed up a little as I came. Cum shot out all over Chloe's hands. Some got on her chin and then down on her breasts. 

She gasped again "Oh MY! Oh my god!" but she didnt stop stroking. 

"Don't ..... stop! I groaned as my legs weakened. Her hands were hot and slippery as I slowly stopped spurting. 

She breathlessly said "Oh my god, I never thought there would be so much!" I jumped as she touched the head of my cock which was even more sensitive now.

"Sorry! Did that hurt?" she asked 

"Nooo! It was absolutely incredible its just that... well.... afterwards its really tender!" I replied. 

Chloe tried to wipe the sticky goo off her breast but it only made it messier. She shyly smiled up at me and said "I guess I'll have to go home like this and clean up later." 

I smiled back and pulled her up to me and kissed her again. I wiped the drop off her chin and offered it to her. Chloe licked it off my finger and said "Next time I'll actually try it." 

I said "I'm looking forward to that! Your bra is going to get messy." She wiped her hands off on her tummy and her breasts. I reached down and picked up her bra and panties and handed them to her. 

She smiled and said "Thanks.... this was wonderful. You made me feel..... well you know..." 

I smiled and said "You've ALWAYS been sexy and a beautiful woman!... you just didn't realize it." 

She dressed and tried to smooth her dress over her sticky skin. She smiled and said "see you tomorrow." 

I grinned back at her and said "Sure thing Mrs. Johnson."