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This is my first post here, but not my first time writing this kind of work. However it was written on a phone, so please forgive my rough editing. This was a story I wrote for a very special friend after she inspired me — The Back Of The Bookstore — We had been talking online for a few months and we both swore that it would stay that way. She was married and just wanted a little attention, and I was happy to provide it to such a gorgeous woman. Our initial little flirtations over time had become more erotic, including times we both went much later into the night than we should have, sexual desires laid bare. But tonight, for the first time, we would meet in the flesh. Still promising ourselves this wouldnt go too far, we settled on a public space, a local bookstore and specifically its erotica section. It was a small little alcove in the back that was rarely visited by anyone, except the two of us it seemed.Her husband was taking her out tonight to some company party and she had convinced him to go to the bookstore afterwards. If he followed the pattern he always did, he would simply seat himself at the little coffee shop by the door, get a drink and read the paper while Vivian browsed the stacks. Vivian, just the sound of her name makes my mind race and my heart thump. I honestly had a hard time believing she was even the same person I talked to through blog posts and messengers. How could a woman be so amazingly creative and sensual? I worried away the time, compulsively checking my phone for the message that she wasnt coming, despite her assurances that she had a little surprise for me when she arrived. It buzzed about three minutes after I expected her to arrive, and the message said she was coming inside. I wandered over to the magazine rack so I could see the doors. And my heart skipped a beat when she strode through them. Her red hair up in a stylish bun, with a single thick sheet falling softly down the side of her soft face, framed by silver glasses. She was wearing a white button up blouse opened to tease her cleavage and black skirt that hung just past her knees. Her shapely legs were encased in black hose and finished off with some shiny black heels. With a modest bit of jewelry, the whole outfit was so refined, yet perfectly sexy. The man I assumed to be her husband touched her shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek before wandering off to the coffee stand. Vivian looked around and I felt a sudden nervousness, surely she cant possibly find me as desirable in real life as she does on the computer. I shoved the worries to the back of my mind and began to wind my way back to the shadowy little alcove where all the explicitly sexual books were shelved. She was there before I was, she must have wasted no time heading there. She had her back to me and I took a moment to appreciate the curves of her body. The small ruby hairs tickling the nape of her neck, they way her shoulders narrowed down to her waist, her round hips and rounder ass, the skirt stretched a bit tighter as she bent over to reach a lower shelf. I swear I could make out the ragged line of lace trimmed panties against the skirt. Not wanting to make and false assumptions, I ran my hand through my short red hair and said, Excuse me...Vivian? She straightened slowly and looked over one shoulder, her eyes peering at me from under her glasses, Yes, Derrick? She slowly turned around and my heart thudded in my ears. It was really her. Hearing my name issued from her soft lips sent my mind into a frenzy, lust and desire stoked by weeks of teasing, flirting, and dirty talk suddenly threatened to overwhelm me. And I was not wrong, she was far more beautiful in person than she could ever have been portrayed by pixels. I stepped forward, my brown eyes locked on the dark green of hers. The nook wasnt large but it did bend a bit, as if the owners wanted to give customers somewhere to peruse the erotic stories without the eyes of strangers. Vivian stepped back into this little pocket now and I stood before her. This close it was easy to notice the difference in our height and size. I was a full head taller than her, even in her heels, and she could easily hide behind my broad frame. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time, I said as I gazed down into her eyes. My body was humming this close to her. I could even see her hair stir in the slight draft of the fan. So close all I had to do was wrap my arms around her and kiss her...but we promised ourselves this was just and innocent meetup of friends. We werent lovers, not in real life. Her lips pressed together into a smile. She shifted in her heels and the book she clutched behind her back gave her the sudden appearance of a shy schoolgirl. Me too, she said, almost in a whisper. Almost in a way to try and break the tension pulsing in the air. She pulled forward the book she was holding to show it to me, Look what I found. I stepped closer, one arm sliding around her shoulder to get a better look at the cover. Claimed by a new man – tales of married women and new lovers. She looked up at me and said, Seemed like maybe a book we should read, together. Her breath brushed my jaw as she spoke, and I could feel her body so close, I wanted nothing more than to bend down to meet those lips. But I knew what the rules were, and we had already stretched them to their limits. If we kissed now, there was no turning back and I wouldnt force that on her. I tried to focus on the book, but my eyes wandered to her breasts, or the small hint of them provided by her buttoned blouse. Did they have another copy? I would be happy to read it with you. My perfect girl porno words faltered on my lips, Vivian was leaning into me, and her lips pressed against my cheek. I couldnt believe the whispered, desperate words that she sighed into my ear, Kiss me, Derrick...please. I turned towards her and we could see the need in each others eyes. If you blinked you would have missed the length of the look before our mouths met and the soft press of her lips to mine was the realization of months of building lust. My hand reached for her face pulling her mouth even harder against mine, my tongue piercing her lips as I had described so many times before. Her hips were soft and yielded to my grip as I pulled her body against mine. Where I was hard and tense with need, she was soft everywhere. My hands couldnt help but work at exploring her body, feeling those things I could only previously dreamed of. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in as much as I pulled her. The heat of our two bodies was like a bonfire and I wondered if the books might burn as I leaned her back against the self. I pulled my mouth away just long enough to whisper, This is best surprise ever. She laughed as I began to kiss her neck, This is a surprise? I knew what would happened if we met. I still have to show you the surprise. I pulled back, my hands still on her hips, not ready to let go. She came here wanting this? She knew this was going to happen? My mind realed with the shock of it, and yet it made me feel more aroused than I ever had been before. I watched, enraptured as Vivian reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. The soft expanse of her plump bosom was slowly revealed as she opened her top. There they were, in the flesh so to speak, and encased in the most delicate cups of black lace with a trim of pink flowers. My mind seemed to be trying to latch onto something about the lingerie but it was being drowned out by the pounding symphony of lust. She had the biggest smile on her face as she started to draw up her skirt to reveal one leg, the laced top of her stocking connected to a garter strap adorned by a pink ribbon. I could tell the strap was connected to the same bustier that held her luscious breasts. Vivian looked at me with that gorgeous smile and a question in her eyes, Do you recognize it? It took me a minute to actual listen to my brain. I did recognize it, it was the lingerie I had bought for her online and had shipped to a local store so she could pick it up discreetly. She had worn it once and sent me some very sexy pictures before hiding it in the bottom of her lingerie drawer. It wasnt the kind of outfit her husband would fully appreciate and it wasnt for him anyways. She reached out and touched my cheek with her soft fingertips and nails, Do you remember what you said you would do if you ever saw me wearing it for you? I smiled, the sweet memory of that message burning in my mind, How could I forget? I began to slowly slide down her body, letting my hands trail from her neck, over her breasts, her waist and hips, settling on her thighs as she drew her skirt up to reveal the matching sheer panties, a small hint of her smooth cleft through the black material. I had promised to pleasure her with my mouth until she couldnt take another lick. I leaned in a kiss her thighs just above the stockings, one hand lifting one of her legs over my shoulders, opening her and bringing her cleft further forward. I kiss every bare patch of flesh I can find on her, the taste and scent of her skin making me mad with lust. I can hear little gasps from her mouth as my lips draw closer to the prize we both want. She quietly moans, We dont have too much time, Derrick. Just lick me already! She is right of course, it is so easy to assume we will be ignored back here, but I cant forget how close her husband really is, not to mention the other shoppers. I lower my head further and let my lips meet hers, the thin soft fabric between them coyly in the way. With my mouth finally on her pussy, Vivian has a hard time keeping her moan quite, coming out as a breathy hum. I let myself enjoy a few moments of a personal pleasure, letting my tongue stroke her cleft through the sheer panties before pushing them aside and parting her properly. The anticipation had already coated her labia in her sweet honey and I was desperate to savor every drop. My mouth worked at her, sucking and licking like a man desperate for a drink and her juices were the nectar of heaven. Her hand was on my head, fingers in my hair, nails on my scalp pulling me into her, urging me deeper. It was hernclit that I focused on now, sucking and licking twisting my tongue around it. Her body was quivering held up only by the bookshelf and my face. My cock was painfully hard and still trapped in my pants and I quickly relieved it of it confines, and started stroking it as Vivian ground her pussy against my mouth, matching her rhythm. She was close and I wanted to push her over that edge. But as she pulled my mouth from its prize it became apparent that she did not want the same thing, No, not yet. I want you in me, Derrick. I stood, helping her get solid footing, and leaned forward, one hand holding me up against the book case, my own shaft drooling precum, Are you sure? She took my cock in her hand and stroked the length of my shaft, Yes. I want your cock in me and I want your cum in me! I urged her to turn around and leaned into from behind, lifting her skirt up around her waist. I took a moment as she adjusted her foot to adore the way the panties stretched tight over her cheeks, framed by the straps of the stockings. I pressed forward, angling my cock to meet her soaked channel, and hushed moan letting me know when I was aligned. Sliding inside her the first time, I was nearly overwhelmed by how tight and slick Vivian was. She grabbed onto me with her insides, the muscles pulsing around my cock. It was amazing and as i slid back and forth, it only grew in pleasure. She reached down with one hand and I could feel her fingers begin to stroke and rub her clit, and occasionally stroke my sack when I thrust deep into her. Mindful of the noise, I thrust deep and hard. I leaned forward and reached under her, squeezing one of her breasts, then freeing it from the cup. As I took her nipple between my finger, the pushed her to a new level. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and wouldnt let go, her body was shaking with near release. My cock was throbbing inside her, already swelling with thick cum. Her restrained moans sounded like sobs as she ached to fully reach release. Then we both heard it, a voice just around the corner, Vivian? Her husband? Now? But it was too late for both of us, our bodies would not cease their mad rush to the orgasm we both so desperately needed. I released her breast and placed my palm over her mouth, letting her lips seal over the heel. I drove my cock into her, deep as I could get it and felt her fingers vibrating on her clit. Vivian? Where is that woman? Her husband was even closer now. And yet, her body suddenly pulsed with her orgasm. Her cunt pulsated around my cock, waves sucking me in deeper, milking me as my own orgasm took hold, issuing thick streams of cum deep inside her body. Silently, she screamed against my hand and I ground my jaw to keep from grunting. Our bodies hummed together as a clerk directed her husband to the front counter. Soon we had exhausted our pleasure and let our bodies part. Vivian turned to face me and took my face in her soft hands, some fingers slick with her juices., kissing me full and deep, That was amazing. I could only smile and sucked her fingers clean. Before I could say anything else, the store speakers called her to the front. I better go, she said. I bent down and picked up the book, holding out to her, Dont forget this. She smiled and looked at the cover and we kissed one last time before she trotted off into the stacks, trying to fix her hair. I followed shortly behind and slipped around towards the door, staying just ahead of them. I heard her make an excuse to her husband about some shrimp from the party and also that he didnt even seem to notice the book she purchased. Later that night at home my phone buzzed. A new picture had been sent from Vivian, her delicate hand holding the panties she had been wearing, but the were soaked in thick gooey cum. Its still leaking out of me. I think we ruined your favorite panties. I will try and wash them out. I came to that message twice that night before going to sleep. mydirtyrp