In the Book Store, Part 3

Angela lay stretched out on her tummy, on the worn leather couch in my office. She wore blue nylon panties, a garter belt, sheer stockings, and high-heeled shoes. I stood over her, naked and aroused. The most remarkable thing about our situation was that we had been total strangers just twenty minutes ago.

I hooked two fingers under the elastic at the top of Angela’s panties and slowly pulled them down, turning them inside out as they peeled away from her beautiful bottom and along her thighs. I was tremendously excited, and I knew she was too, even though she was lying still at the moment. The point is that she was letting me have my way with her totally.

I picked her panties from her black pumps and gave them a toss into a nearby chair. I bent and kissed the backs of her thighs, thrilling as I licked the smooth skin just above the gartered tops of her nylons, then licked along the edge of a garter strap, finally catching the elastic between my teeth and snapping it against her thigh as I had done before.

“You really dig those garters, don’t you?” Angela purred, eyeing me over her shoulder. She had a little smile on her face.

“Damned right,” I said. “I hate pantyhose.”

“Then this is your lucky day because I usually wear them.”

“Why the garters today?” I asked, still browsing over her luscious thighs, nibbling with my lips, licking her with my tongue, and running my fingertips all about. My erect cock throbbed pleasurably.

“I don’t know. Perhaps I realized, in some odd way, that this day would be different…that we would meet.”

I raised my head and looked at her. Her remark seemed out of character. Wasn’t she the realist, very direct, no cutesy stuff? Yet here she was spouting metaphysical mumbo-jumbo. But women are always a mystery, are they not?

I bent to Angela’s ass and my excitement increased perceptibly. I felt high, as if I’d had a couple of shots of Scotch (though I hadn’t) and I pinched her cushiony butt cheeks apart. “Delightful,” I breathed as I stared at the lower portion of her vulva, with sparse hairs on it, then at the cute and neat depression of her anus which had little puckers radiating half-an-inch outward from its center and an almost invisible scattering of tiny hairs round about.

“God!” Angela said. “I’m so embarrassed. No man ever looked at me like that before.”

“Did any man ever do this?” I inquired, and bent to sink my face in her crack. I tickled her asshole with the tip of my tongue.

“OOOH!” She exclaimed suddenly. It was like a bellow that burst from her, and her buttocks shook against my cheeks. I held her steady and kept licking her asshole, circling several times. Finally I pushed my tongue against her rather determined sphincter and broke through, into her ass.

Angela went wild, her ass shaking against my face, and she emitted cries that were incoherent but which I understood very well. I swabbed my wet tongue up and down the crack of her ass, across her anus and onto her pussy, then boosted her hips in the air, causing her to perch on her knees with her titties still pressed against the couch. I returned to feasting on her tasty snatch, as I had done before, but this time with my nose in her crack, tickling her asshole.

She squirmed and whimpered, seeming to approach another climax, but I didn’t want her to cum again just yet so I didn’t prolong the oral stimulation. I wanted her to be at the peak of excitement when I offered my cock to her mouth, which is what I was about to do.

“Sit up,” I said gently. “I’ve got something for you.”

She sat up, her full breasts quivering. She was flushed, very excited. That made two of us, believe me! Her hair was a little mussed and her cherry lips were slack. I stood in front of her, my hard cock standing free and angled upward. When Angela’s gaze settled on the present I was offering to her lips, they slowly fell apart like dewy petals at the dawning. Her eyes were hot.

“Enjoy it, honey,” I whispered, placing a hand against the side of her face, to caress her cheek. I gradually ran my fingers into her hair and to the back of her head to draw her close.

Angela kissed the tip of my cock and licked up the pre-cum that was oozing from its slit. I gripped my shaft and moved it in a little circle, so as to rub my cock-head across and around her mouth, also under her nose so that she could enjoy both the taste and scent of it. Her tongue began licking all over my bulging knob, and I loved that. God, she made me feel good!

Angela purred in her throat like a cream-filled pussycat and licked under my cock-head, her face pushing my dick straight up. She waggled her tongue along the underside of my rod, causing the erect organ to brush back and forth across her cute nose. She worked her way to my balls, and I said, “Oh, Christ!” Talk about Mister Happy! He had never been so thrilled. Angela was wonderful!

As she licked my balls lovingly (and I can say it in no other way) I caressed her hair and murmured sweet things to her that one says only to a lover. But we were strangers, were we not? I couldn’t contemplate the wonder of that right then, while I was so charged by the ministrations of her tongue and by her hands that fondled my balls so pleasurably while she licked them.

“Oh, baby…suck it…please suck it,” I begged.

Angela looked up at me and took the head of my blissful cock into her mouth. Her gaze, which was warm with passion, locked onto mine and stayed there as she sucked just the head of my cock at first, then glided the circle of her soft lips up and down on my rod, going lower and lower. I thrilled to the pressure of her velvety tongue against the underside of my organ, and her ardent sucking made me want to shout. I caressed her, ruffling her thick, soft mane and rubbing her cheeks, then reaching down to touch her titties–for the first time, oddly–cupping them and allowing her rigid nipples to tickle my palms while I gently squeezed her chesty treasures.

Her encircling lips loved my cock passionately, gliding up and down, up and down, on a thin film of her saliva mixed with my exuded excitement. Our eyes made love, never wavering for once as she sucked my dick, which was so engorged with lust that it stretched her lips wide. Finally the thrill became so intense that I couldn’t stand it for a moment longer or I would shoot. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let it bob in mid-air, angling upward and trailing a thin stream of her saliva.

I pushed her down onto the couch and fell atop her, kissing her sweet mouth deeply, tasting my essence mingled with hers. Then my eager prick parted the portals of her pussy and sank inch by thrilling inch into her tight, slick love tunnel until my balls were nestled in her crotch and she had eight inches of thick, firm man-meat throbbing inside her cunt.

“Oooh, my God…!” Angela breathed. “Fuck me! Ooh, FUCK me!”

I began to stroke my cock in and out of her, sinking deep with every thrust, but I worked slowly…steadily…forcefully. Not urgently at all. Not yet. I wanted to give her a full measure of excitement and to prolong the climax for myself as long as I could. My cock throbbed with such exquisite pleasure that I feared for an instant I couldn’t last, but I mentally disciplined myself.

Angela’s pussy was tight and very slick, and she was moving to my thrusts. Her full tits quivered, her nipples sticking up very hard. I twisted my body while I kept fucking her and lowered my lips to snatch a thrusting titty-tip and tug on it. I sucked hard and let it go, allowing it to bob away atop its jiggly mound.

She mewed a little and fucked me harder. I turned to her other titty and sucked that one. Propped on my elbows, I was able to brush a hand across both her breasts, bobbling them about, after which I just settled down atop
her and fucked away.

“Ooh, Christ…ooh myyyy…ooh, Jesus…!” Angela panted profanely.

“Yes, baby
…yessss…” I breathed as I kept fucking her. I thought about flipping her over and giving it to her doggy style, but I couldn’t stop long enough to do that. I was feeling too goddamned good as I stroked faster and faster in and out of her hot hole.

“Oh, I love your dick!” Angela cried. “It’s so fucking fat and long. Oh, GIVE it to me! Shit! Ooh fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK!” Her stocking-clad legs were clamped around me, pulling me to her, and the nylon burned my skin as it rubbed me. But I loved it! I also felt her spike shoes, which she had never kicked off. I loved that, too. In fact, I loved every fucking thing about Angela. Especially the way she fucked. I loved that the most of all.

I felt her cum as her cunt spasmed, grasping at my stroking cock. I managed to keep stroking and avoided cumming while she quieted down. Then I backed up, pulling my prick out of her, and I went south once again. I licked her sweet pussy and sucked its flowing juices.

She went wild, grasping at my head and kicking her legs in the air. I heard one of her pumps fly off and strike the wall. I flogged her clit with my tongue, then sucked it hard while I poked her with two fingers in just the way that would do her the most good. When I had her squealing, I mounted up once more, drove my hard cock deep into her cunt and fucked her wildly until she came yet again, jerking and crying and bathing my dick in warm pussy juices.

I pulled free and she insisted that I let her finish me in a very loving way while I caressed her face, which was so beautiful to me now, and stroked her hair. When I came, the thrill traveled up from my lower region like a bolt of of lightning to explode in my brain, nearly lifting my scalp off.

“Ooh, my angel Angela…!” I said, kissing her and tasting myself on her tongue.

We lay together for a bit, just holding each other close–two lost and lonely people who had turned a chance meeting into an experience never to be forgotten–and then we rose, cleaned up as best we could, and got dressed.

“When will I see you again?” I asked urgently.

Angela looked at me with real warmth, then took my face in her hands and kissed me. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe never.”

“Don’t say that!”

“I know how to contact you,” she assured me. “That’s all I can tell you now.”

She gave me another long and soulful look, and I could see that she was emotionally torn. Then she turned and left the room, making her own way out of my shop. I sat down and stared at the wall for several minutes. My wife would be preparing dinner, and she would wonder why I was late. I got up and left the book store, locking the door. I could scarcely feel the sidewalk beneath my feet as I walked the few blocks to my home…

(Will Angela ever return to the book store? SHOULD she return to the book store? What about Will and his wife, Mary? Should we examine their relationship more closely? And is Angela really free as she pretends or is she involved with someone? DOES ANYBODY GIVE A DAMN? Feedback is more than welcome, and warm thanks to those who have commented thus far. You have inspired me.)