She came in wearing a red sweater, faded jeans and ankle boots. My brain kind of short-circuited. It always did when I saw that woman. Her name was Krista, and she came in about twice a month with her boyfriend to hunt for old paperbacks at the second-hand bookshop.

And on those days, I was usually working there.

I’d sit and scan paperback purchases and trades, and watch her on the down low. She had a spectacular heart-shaped ass, a killer smile and an hourglass figure that captivated me.

A few seconds went by after she’d entered, and there was no extra jingle from the bell affixed to the door. That meant no one followed her into the shop, meaning no boyfriend.

What was his name? Tad? Todd? Tag?

Whatever he was called, I thought he was an asshole of epic proportions.

I felt hope because if he wasn’t there that might mean she was single. And if so, I was ready to mingle.

“It’s been a while since you came in,” I called out to her.

Her head poked out from between the stacks where she was browsing.

“I know. I’ve been working a ridiculous amount,” she said with a shrug. She was already holding an armful of books.

I decided to be brave and said, “No boyfriend today?”

She wrinkled her nose adorably and shook her head as she said, “Nope. We’re over. The only thing we had in common was books, and that wasn’t enough to hold us together.”

My heart leapt with joy, and I felt something else somewhat lower leap when she suddenly looked at me like she was starving and I was a juicy steak.

“Any chance you have more horror books in the back?”

I nodded and rose from my seat as I told her, “Coming.”

I hoped those words were prophetic as I thumbed the latch on the front door and flipped the shop’s sign from “Open” to “Back Soon. Grabbing Lunch.”

Maybe I’ll be grabbing something else, if I’m lucky, I thought to myself.

I’d been lusting after this woman for months, and there she was.

“It’s Krista, right?” I said rounding the corner. She nodded and smiled, putting down her books on a nearby table. “Come with me,” I told her.

“I’m finally single,” she blurted out, as she followed me to the stockroom.

I stopped in my tracks and looked back at her curiously.

“You’ve been making cow eyes at me for a while.”

“Cow eyes?” I replied with a laugh.

But then she reached out, tucked her fingers into my waistband and tugged me toward her as we stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, like this,” she said, looking at me  with faux longing. I laughed again.

Her hand slid down the front of my jeans and over my zipper. There was no way to deny my cock was hard and ready for her.

“Is that for me?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Yes, if you want it.”

“I do.”

I gasped when she feathered her fingers over my crotch again.

“Take them down,” she said.

I unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants and pushed them down. They pooled around my ankles. She wrapped her cool hand around my shaft and started to stroke me.

“Ah, fuck,” I said. “I’ve thought about this very scenario many, many times.”

“Oh, so you’ve jerked off while thinking about me?” She smiled like it was the highest compliment.

“I have. Many times.”

“What did I do to you?”

“Everything,” I replied. “And I to you.”

She dragged her fingertips over the tip of my cock and asked, “Did I do this?”

“Yes.”

She bent at the waist and licked the tip of my cock before asking, “And that?”

“Yes.”

“And this, I assume,” she added before pushing my cock farther into her mouth. She hummed happily, and I felt the vibrations along the length of my dick.

I held my breath, afraid I’d pass out from sheer excitement.

Pulling back and coming up for air, she confessed, “I came to the store hoping you’d be here.”

As Krista spoke, her hand didn’t stop moving. She was touching, stroking and fondling me. I was trying very hard to absorb what was happening and not explode all over her fist.

“Did you think of touching me?” she asked.

I gazed into her big blue eyes. She was regarding me with cool self-assurance and a small smile.

“Of course,” I admitted.

“Show me how you did it,” she said.

I nodded and pushed my only slightly shaking hand up under her sweater. She was braless beneath, and a moan slipped from her lips, surprising me. I cupped her small breast and felt the nipple tighten into a hard knot beneath my palm.

I made an appreciative noise, and finding my bravery, I pushed up her sweater. I cupped her teacup-sized tits in my hands and stroked them. Then I kissed her. She kissed me back, her tongue warm and soft and tasting of mint.

Lowering my head, I took her nipple into my mouth and drew on it until she made her own pleasant noise. I pinched the spit-wet bud and then moved my mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. When she squirmed slightly, I bit it softly.

After unfastening her jeans, I pushed my hand into them, past her soft panties and cupped her mound. When she wriggled, I nudged her clitoris with my finger, letting her undulate against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her hot cunt. When she purred happily, I thrust it deeper. When she sighed, I added a second. I flexed my fingers deep inside her, and she grabbed my T-shirt and said against my lips, “Fuck me.”

I walked forward into the stockroom, and Krista had no choice but to walk backward with me. When we hit a wall, I pressed my body against hers. Her sweater was still jacked up over her boobs, and she giggled, pushed me back and whisked it off.

With a sudden self-consciousness, she gasped, “Oh my God! What if someone comes in the shop?”

“I locked the door. It’s safe,” I told her.

I kissed her hard, and she made a happy sound. I fumbled with her waistband, attempting to get her jeans down past her hips, so she brushed my hand away and took care of her pants herself. She stood before me, utterly naked — like every fucking wet dream I’d ever had about her.

Reaching around and grabbing her ass, I pulled her close and kissed her again. She took my cock in hand and widened her stance. She brushed my cockhead against her slit, and my entire body seemed to light up. I hiked her up and pressed her back against the wall, held her lush hips and slid into her. It was a balancing act, but it kept me from coming in the blink of an eye.

After a few minutes of fierce fucking against the wall, she said, “Lay me down somewhere. We need more leverage. I want it faster. Harder.”

I let her down, took her hand and led her to my cluttered desk. Like we were in a movie, she used her arm to sweep everything onto the floor.

I must have looked shocked because she said, “Oops. Sorry?”

Shaking my head and laughing, I said, “No. It’s fine. Now get up there.”

She hopped up gleefully and lay back on the flat surface. She looked impossibly beautiful, like a painting.

I ripped off my tee and climbed onto the desk with her. I knocked her legs further apart, dragged my cock along her slick pussy and thrust into her. I burrowed deep into the welcoming warmth and wetness of her cunt.

Krista grabbed my hair in her fists, hauled me down and kissed me. Her hips thrust up from beneath me over and over again. Her body was just as eager for our coupling as mine. She squeezed her pussy around my thrusting cock, and I gasped. She felt so fucking good.

Krista moved beneath me feverishly. She bit my shoulder, and I felt like I was barely holding on. I wanted to come, to flood her with my cream. But I wanted her to get off first. I wanted to see her face when her orgasm hit. I wanted her to get hers before I got mine.

When I gave her some short, sharp jabs, she ordered, “Like that, like that. Right there!” I did it again and felt her pussy squeeze me tight. Following another flurry of thrusts, the walls of her pussy seemed to flicker wildly around my dick.

“God, that’s perfect. Do it more,” she said, almost begging. She dug her nails into my biceps, and I focused on keeping my own release at bay. I rotated my hips, savoring the warm, velvety grip of her. She moved with me, with her eyes shut, and then she came. There was a burst of wetness around my cock. She was so slick, so warm, so utterly juicy.

When her spasms grew softer, I pulled out and moved gracelessly to my desk chair.

“Where are you going?”

“Come have a seat,” I said, planting my ass on the green fake leather cushion.

She grinned, moved quickly and straddled me. She sank down on my erection with fervor. Her hands held my shoulders, her hips wriggled slightly, and she began to move fluidly up and down on my lap.

I grabbed her full ass and squeezed. I let my fingers skid along her hips and across her lower back. I thrust up from under her, so very close to losing it. But I got control of myself because I wanted to enjoy every second of our coupling. I’d fantasized about it for so long; I needed to drink it all in.

She squeezed her drenched pussy around my cock, and I hissed. She did it again, and I uttered, “Fuck!”

“Exactly.”

She did it again and again, squeezing me with a steady strong rhythm. She was playing with me.

“Don’t you want to come?” she queried in my ear, her breath hot on my skin.

“I do but — ”

“But?”

“But I want to make it last. I want to remember it.”

She squeezed me once more, her pussy like a hot wet fist around my rod.

“Remember it?”

“Yes. When it’s over,” I said, shutting my eyes and concentrating on how her cunt felt wrapped around my cock.

“I hope you remember it. But we’ll definitely be doing it again today, so you’ll be able to refresh your memory real soon.”

I opened my eyes and looked at her as I questioned, “Again?”

“I took the day off. I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than fucking.”

I nodded as the first explosive sensation hit me. I was coming, and I gripped her hips as I let loose.

“And of course, I’ll want seconds,” she said breathlessly.

That sounded absolutely perfect to me.