I was working part-time at a bookstore in a shopping mall recently when I had one of the most amazing encounters of my life.

The shop next door was an art store where Lauren worked. Lauren is a little older than I am, slim, brunette, very attractive, with a small chest and a killer walk. When we spoke over the counter at the bookstore, I could detect some electricity between us. There was a gleam in her eyes that told me she wasn’t finished chasing young men.

After a few meetings at the counter I decided to ask Lauren to go for a drink. We met at a restaurant in the same mall. We talked and drank until last call. When we left the restaurant the parking lot was empty except for our two cars at the far side of the lot. As we walked across the vacant lot Lauren told me she needed to go to back to her store to set the alarm. I accompanied her into the dark, empty store. As the door closed behind us she reached over and disarmed the alarm.

“I thought you said — ” was all I got a chance to say. She grabbed my head, pulled me close to hers, and kissed me hot on the mouth. I reciprocated with a warm, probing tongue that met hers halfway in a passionate dance.

I ran my hands up and down her front, pulling at the little white tank top she wore beneath her sundress to cover her champagne-glass breasts. I had a swollen nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand, when I discovered she had had it pierced with a hoop. At that, she jammed her tongue deep into my ear, driving me into a frenzy.

We were standing behind a pillar inside the dark store. I could look right out into the parking lot through great big picture windows. I had her up against the pillar, her legs wrapped around my waist. She ground her soaking-wet panties against my engorged cock.

She whispered the word “beanbag” into my ear, and gestured over to a corner of the store where the kiddie toys were. I carried her over to the beanbag and dropped her into it. She began writhing and rubbing her panties. I pulled the sundress off her hot and bothered body and tossed it away. She lay on the beanbag chair in her thong panties and T-shirt, looking at me.

I hitched my thumbs up under the little string that rode on both hips, and slowly peeled off the tiny cotton G-string. She was insane with desire. “I need you to do me right now!” she cried. One hand groped for my swollen member while the other played over her own glazed mound. I was still fascinated with the nipple ring. I teased her nipples a bit, and she got more excited. “Squeeze them. Squeeze them now,” she said, begging me, moaning through gritted teeth.

By now I was out of my pants and running my throbbing member over her soaking-wet twat. I did this for a little while, until her moans had turned to screams. As I entered her I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could. She breathed hotly in my ear, making it extremely difficult for me to hold on much longer.

I pumped away for a short while, and saw that her throes were coming to a crescendo. I pulled out and blasted her stomach with a fresh coat of cream. I went down and began licking her sopping-wet pussy with deep strokes of my tongue. She climaxed with her legs wrapped around my head, grinding her pelvis into my jaw.

We lay in the storefront for an hour afterward, kissing and teasing each other. She told me that ever since she had begun working here, she had always wanted to get screwed wildly on that beanbag chair. I told her she would have to come up with another secret fantasy.

She laughed, gave me a little smile, and said, “What if my new secret fantasy is to get screwed wildly twice on the beanbag chair?” Needless to say I was ready to oblige, and I did so — straight through until the sun came up.