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The Bookstore By Marie LeClare
I totally love bookstores. I can get lost among the shelves of books and magazines for hours, and usually leave with armload full of reading material. So when the new bookstore opened at the mall I was in seventh heaven, and made that my favorite place to shop.
It was huge. I had never seen so many books and magazines from all over the world, under one roof. They had little pods with tables and chairs where you could sit, if you wanted to, and read. They even had an adults only section stuck way in the back. I didn't actually head that way when I entered the store, but I managed to find myself there before I was finished shopping.
The elderly gentleman who ran the place, looked like Santa Claus, and was always friendly and pleasant with a happy welcome greeting. He was usually sitting at the front checkout counter, sometimes hidden by a stack of books.
So this one Sunday evening when I arrived I didn't see him, and in the back of my mind I was kind of wondering about that, when the prettiest blonde I had ever seen popped her head up from behind the books and said "Hi". She was wearing an attractive denim jumper with a toast colored blouse, and she couldn't have been a day over 16.
As I was making small talk with her, asking where the older man was and hearing that he was her grandfather and he was sick, my eyes were taking a scenic trip of her pretty body. As I asked if she was really 18, and was taking a second scenic trip with my eyes, she blushed and said, "no". I told her with a smile and a wink, "that's Ok I wont tell".
Making my way across the plush carpeting I headed for the computer bookrack, and lost myself in the various sections of the store, not noticing the time.
When I finally arrived at the adults only section, and turned the corner, I found the blonde with a lesbian magazine and her hand under her jumper rubbing her pussy.
Startled, she said, "Oh my God" as she jumped, but her hand didn't move from under her jumper. "The stores closed. I turned out the front lights", she said as a way of explanation. "Please don't tell on me", she almost begged. "I wont tell, and I didn't notice the front lights out" I said. "I like those magazines too", I said. "Are you a lesbian?"
As I came closer, my hand reached for her breast to cup it, and as I was weighing her breast in my hand, she said "I don't know, but these magazines sure get me hot".
Taking her hand out from under her jumper I brought her fingers to my mouth and licked and sucked them, tasting her wetness. Knowing that I was going to taste her. Then I brought her fingers to her lips so she could taste herself, something I guessed that she had done many times.
Drawing her close to me I allowed my lips to touch hers as I kissed her softly. Then kissing her deeper as my tongue explored her mouth. My fingers finding the zipper as we kissed, allowing me to undress her, as I knew the store was closed.
Standing in front of me in her blouse, bra and virgin white panties, I couldn't help notice the wet crotch, as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, and with a quick tug, pulled them to her knees, then slipped right out of them.
I could see her wet pussy as she briefly lifted her leg. The blouse came down to her pussy fur, so I reached forward and lifted the hem to her chest, and as if by mental telepathy she held it there for me.
Getting weak in the knees from seeing such a beauty I simply sat down. Her pussy was surrounded by a soft forest of light brown curls. Reaching up with one hand, my fingers touched her mound and played with her fur, until I permitted my finger to run up and down her slit. Momentarily teasing her swollen wet clit.
Leaning forward and opening my mouth wide, I licked her delicate folds and felt the hair beneath my tongue. She tasted sweet and fresh, which only made me hotter. As I licked and nibbled on her pussy lips, my thumbs opened her so I could lick her inner lips. With my nose pressed against her swollen clit my tongue snaked deep inside her soul.
With her whispering "You're wonderful", my tongue probed her pussy walls, and I could feel my pussy juice running along the crack of my ass.
Slipping my finger deep in her pussy I started to lap at her clit in earnest. Swirling my tongue over her clit in a little circle, as I finger fucked her. My hand moving like a machine, in and out, as I licked and sucked on her clit like a straw. Blowing a little air between licks.
Feeling her body stiffen and her pussy muscles clutch my finger, she pushed her pussy closer to my face as she groaned, "I'm cumming", and gushed. Filling my mouth with her sweet pussy honey.
Sinking to the floor and taking my hand in hers, she brought me down beside her, undressing me as we went. As I laid back on the plush carpeting, she parted my legs and knelt between them,
Her fingers exploring my pussy, after she had pushed my panties aside, and laying on top of me. I could feel her hot breath on my breasts, as she licked each nipple briefly, before continuing it's trip down my tummy, leaving a little wet trail, all the way to my hot wet pussy.
As she licked my pussy I knew it wouldn't take much to make me cum, and it didn't, as I had a mind blowing orgasm. Plunging her tongue in and out of my pussy, I kept cumming and cumming, until I thought I was going to passout, before she stopped.
As we were getting up, she said "I guess I am now". "Am now what?" I questioned. "A lesbian", she said with a grin.
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