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Romance, oral, F/FF
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Dyke in the Book Store
By
Jan
I'm a dyed in the wool lesbian. I discovered my sexual orientation at an early age. I was not seduced by anyone because I was the one doing the seduction. Having rejected males because I found them to be venial for their stupidity, and being natural bullies I have nothing to do with them.
I consider myself to be rather average in looks, five-foot seven, 36-C, 26, 38, dark hair, gray eyes with glasses. To discourage males from trying to flirt with me I went Gothic, black pants, black long sleeved jersey over a white T-shirt, black leather hiking boots, and capped off and spiked hair. I also stopped shaving my body hair. As a result I had a thick patch of underarm hair to go was a very hairy crotch and butt crack, and hairy legs from the knees down. Not using perfume means that I smelled of soap or natural body odor. My appurtenance didn't prevent me doing well at collage.
My Master degrees were in both library science and business administration. Upon graduation I did research on the best location for a book store. It turned that the best bang for the buck was on the major boulevard on the edge of the major business and shopping district an on the way to the local university. I could rely on business and students doing research at the nearest book store. It took some doing to talk the owner of a rundown antique store into letting me buy the property, and find alternative financing to stock the store. I was putting in 14 hours a day to get it started.
Slowly the word spread about my ability to find just about any book or provide books on any subject. I had a large collection of used comic books that brought in the Comic-Con collectors and children. Businesses sent their analysts to buy research books on anything that would help them. College students could rely on me being able to provide books to help them write papers.
I had plenty of girlfriends from my college days and even a couple of female professors to satisfy my sexual desires. Then one slow day in walked a sexy redhead that looked like a college student.
When I asked, "Can I help you?"
She responded, "No thanks, I'm just looking."
She slowly walked up and down the aisles studying the titles on the books. I went back to unpacking a shipment of books and logging them into the computer. There were a couple of book that I had ordered for specific customers, so I set them aside and called the customers to let them know the books were in. I had hadn't seen the redhead leave.
So I put the books on a cart and started stocking the shelves. I assumed I would find the redhead eventually. When I got near to the section where I stocked lesbian books I spotted the back of the head of the redhead. I moved around to see what she was doing from a discreet location.
She was leaning against the book shelves against the wall and reading a book in her right hand while she was rubbing her crotch with her left hand.
I quietly backed up and went to the front of the store and locked the door and turned the closed sign around. Before returning to the vantage point, by that time she was pulling up her short skirt and exposed the fact that she didn't have panties on and her pubis was covered with red hair. I stood there watching her masturbate with two fingers and using her thumb to stimulate her clitoris. I watched her for a short time before I had to get involved. So I took my cart and started pushing it around the corner to the aisle she was in. When she became aware that I was there she panicked and pulled her hand out of her pussy.
"Don't worry honey! Normally the place would be a little crowded to be masturbating in here, but I have closed up and locked the front door. Would you like me help you get off?"
The redhead's face went from panic into a lascivious smile. I took that as a sign that the idea of me masturbating her appealed to her, so I approached her and slipped my hand under her skirt and sought out her pussy. I pressed my body against hers and kissed her on the mouth. When she opened her mouth I stuck my tongue into her mouth. When she stuck out her tongue I sucked on it.
After wetting my first two fingers in her vagina I withdrew my hand from her pussy and brought my hand up to my nose to smell and sucked on my fingers. She let out a disappointed moan when I withdrew my hand. I let her smell my fingers before reaching down to stick my fingers back into her vagina. I frigged her pussy until she started letting out pleasant noises and moving her hips around in a circular motion. I couldn't resist dropping to my knees and replacing my fingers with my mouth and nose.
While I was eating her pussy she continued making little animalistic noises. Then she draped her left leg over my right shoulder. I continued eating her pussy while she put her right leg over my left shoulder. I was being smothered by her pussy and loving it. We were both working up a sweat until she cried out, "I'm cumming!"
After a short time she dismounted from my shoulders, and I stood up. I kissed her with open mouth again before leading her by her hand to the back storeroom.
The back room was where I kept extra copies of books. I sat her on a pasteboard box filled with books and laid her on her back. I stood there in front of her and removed my shirts before unfastening my steel lengthened belt and unfastened my black pants. I had to remove my gum souled boots before I could remove my pants and underwear.
The redhead got excited when she saw my hairy underarms, pubic patch and hairy legs. She sat up and lifted my right arm and stuck her nose into my hairy pit. She smelled it and licked my armpit.
I moved around the box and pulled her back down so that I could straddle her head and lowered my crotch down to her face. I ground my cunt into her mouth and nose. She was moaning and doing her best to probe my tongue into my cunt. I face fucked her until I had a strong orgasm. When I recovered we sat there on the box and clung to each other and kissed before we got dressed, and I walked her to the door and let her out.
In my position I also became respected as a book appraiser. I was called upon to evaluate book collections for estates and people wanting to know the value of one or more of their books.
Some appraisers deliberately low ball appraisals in an attempt to take advantage of the sellers to buy their collections in an attempt to make an outrageous profit. When I was called in to evaluate a collection I would deliberately place a high value on a couple of the best books and point out that that they were high values but worth every bit of the price. I would encourage them to get second opinions. When they would get second opinions it was obvious when they were low balling. I was able to buy their collection or sell them on consignment and get a commission on the sales.
I could have taken advantage of people that had no idea of the value of the books they had, but preferred to tell them the truth. Most people were pleased to find out they had a valuable book that they were happy to give me a generous gratuity.
My reputation soon had me being called in to evaluate very expensive collections full of old first additions. Some of the books I got to see were so valuable they were priceless. My Gothic look didn't bother my customers in fact I was looked upon as an eccentric genius.
One day I was called in to evaluate the collection of a deceased man that was obscenely wealthy, for his young trophy wife. He bought books not to enjoy, but to brag about the worth of them. Going through his collection I found that a number of the books he had been duped and paid as much a double their value, but he had three books that were worth more than his whole collection.
When I met the wife I was struck by her childlike innocence. I don't think she even recognized just how pretty she was. At first I thought she had married the rich old man for his money, but after talking to her I began to believe that she married him simply because he asked her. I figured out that she was so innocent that his lawyers could take advantage of her and steel everything her husband had.
One thing they were trying to get her to agree to let them buy her husband's library for less than ten- percent of its true value. I convinced her to get her own lawyers after telling her what the collection was really worth. She was so thankful for my advice she became my friend. She insisted on me calling her by her given name, Angela.
She came by the store regularly to take me to lunch. I felt uncomfortable being with her, because we were so different from each other. People stared at us because she was so pretty and dressed like a fashion model, and I dressed like a rebel.
I was used to the way people looked at me like I had crawled out from under a rock, but Angela was oblivious to the attention we drew walking the streets or in restaurants. I wondered if her innocence extended to sex.
One afternoon while we were having brunch at a fashionable restaurant, that probably wouldn't have allowed me to enter if I hadn't been with Angela. After being served our meal I asked, "Have you ever made love a woman?"
She blushed before responding, "When I was in middle school an older cousin taught me how to please her, and I had a girlfriend that also wanted to teach me about sex."
"Would it upset you if I told you that I am a lesbian?"
Angela smiled, "I thought so, the minute we were introduced to each other. I was hoping we would become close friends too! Should we go to my place or yours?"
"My place is closer."
I couldn't pay the bill for our meals fast enough. We were both impatient to get to my place. She was driving a sexy little Audi convertible sports car with the top up. The dark windows made it difucult for anyone to see inside her car, so I reached across the console and started playing her pussy. I worked her skirt up to her waist and had her delicate lace panties sopping wet in no time.
She was doing her best to drive carefully, but my masturbating her was a distraction. Thank GAWD we got to my place quickly, following my directions. She parked in my driveway and we entered my small house. As soon as the door was closed I took her in my arms and kissed her. We were sheading each other's clothes while we kissed. We didn't make it to the bedroom. We only got as far as the couch. It was refreshing to make love to such a sweet looking blonde. Her pussy was shaved clean. It felt like making love to a pre-teen.
Angela was just as fascinated with the fact that I was naturally hairy. The minute she spotted the hairy armpits she was all over me sniffing my armpits and licking the hair. She sucked on my breasts while I was feeling her breasts. She worked her way down my torso until she went wild sucking my hairy pussy. As much as I enjoyed her sucking my pussy I want to be in charge.
I forced her pack onto her back and turned around to mount her in a typical 69 position. I lowered my cunt down to her face as I spread her creamy white thighs to get at her sweet pussy. I sucked her pussy while smothering her with my own pussy. She had an orgasm quickly, but I kept smothering her until I had an orgasm. We lounged there on my bed discussing our feelings. I agreed to transform my wardrobe into professional attire. My hair was allowed to grow and had it styled. I even shaved my legs, but continued to leave my underarms and pubic hair in its natural state. The change opened more doors for me, and my worth increased to the point that I could afford to open four book stores near college campuses.
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