Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2016 00:08:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dyke in the Book Store (lesbian/Romance, oral, F/FF)

Warning:

Romance, oral, F/FF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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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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