"Bookstore Voyeur"

Christine pulled her car in the parking lot and stretched luxuriantly
before getting out. The words "another day-another dollar" came to mind and
she smiled. She loved her job at the little bookstore and work was a
pleasure for her. For as long as she could remember books fascinated
her...not just the written word itself but the feel, the touch, the smell
of a new book. Finding this job had been a godsend and she thanked her
lucky stars everyday. She remembered the day she saw the ad in the paper
and applied for the job, hoping against hope to be hired and ecstatic when
she got the job. Yes she knew she was pathetic but as a forty-three year
old spinster it was a dream fulfilled.

Her boss was friendly and from the first day she felt comfortable with him
and his wife. They were a warm loving couple and he explained that the job
was open only because his wife wanted to go back to teaching full time. For
Christine the days and years flew by and she grew to love her little family
at the store, the owner, his wife, and especially their daughter Lori.
Maybe it was wrong but she thought of Lori as the daughter she would never
have. For her part Lori treated Christine as a close friend...a
confidant...telling her things she would never tell her own mom. Lori was
the "breath of fresh air" in the tiny store, always laughing, a smile
seemed to be permanently etched on her face. Christine knew behind those
angelic blue eyes was a mischievous child, always joking even when things
got rough. Little things like the "children's hour" in the store; were a
treat to Lori as she read to them in silly voices. Christine knew she was
everything she was not, pretty, funny, and young. At fifty-one Christine
envied her spirit and energy, the joie de vivre she so lacked.

Letting herself in Christine could hear Lori in the office on the phone and
moved back to the door. Lori looked up gave her a quick wave and rolled her
eyes as the caller droned on. Christine smiled and moving to the coffeepot
dumped it and started fresh. From long experience she knew the coffee Lori
made would curl the hair on a sheepdog. She heard the soft ding of the bell
as the phone hung up and smiled as she felt Lori quickly hug her from
behind. The day was a steady stream of customers and Lori was everywhere,
flitting from one person to another, her energy level off the scale. She
seemed unusually buoyant as she seemed to dance around the store and
gradually it dawned on Christine. Today was Thursday and that was the day
the new salesman dropped by.

A little after one he showed up and Christine watched as Lori practiced the
age old art of flirting. He had been coming to the store for a few months
and there had been a noticeable change in Lori. Christine understood where
she was coming from, Max was in the words of her 12 year old her niece...”a
hottie.” Tall and blonde, he had the tanned good looks and body of a modern
day Adonis. Lori was holding on to his every word and Christine smiled as
she tipped her head, letting her hair fall seductively to the side. For his
part Max was entranced; already under her spell. He never took his eyes off
her, watching appreciatively as the sounds of her little girl voice wafted
through the store. Her clothes today were chosen to display her assets, a
red sweater that showed off her high breasts teamed with a short black
skirt and black hose that accented her rounded buttocks and long legs. As
she moved to the office he followed, his eyes watching the soft sway of her
hips. After a half hour he emerged with some brochures for Christine and
waved as he left in a rush. Looking at Lori she noticed her eyes, dreamy
and warm, her lips which looked...as the romance novels said...fully
kissed.

Five o'clock came and Christine locked up as Lori emptied the register and
tallied the day's receipts. Leaving the shop Christine drove to the grocery
store opening her purse and taking out her list. Looking for her glasses
she combed through her purse and realized she left them back on the office
desk. Sighing she put the car in gear and drove back to the store. Pulling
in the rear of the shop she took her keys out and let herself in,
immediately seeing them right where she left them on the desk. As she
walked to the desk a soft sound in the store made her stop in her tracks
and move to the office door. She heard giggling and recognized Lori’s voice
and the deeper, dulcet tones of a man. Tiptoeing around the corner, her
heart pounding, she hid behind the counter which afforded her a view of the
last aisle against the wall.

Lori was standing on the rungs of the rolling ladder while Max stood at the
bottom looking up, his face at the level of her crotch. Her left leg was on
his shoulder and she laughed as he ran his tongue along her knee. He moved
the ladder slowly along its’ track as he nibbled and licked Lori’s leg. His
hands were on her legs and as Christine watched his hands moved slowly up,
the sound of his hands on her nylons making a swishing noise. Her laughs
turned to soft sighs as he lifted her skirt over her hips revealing her
black panties and garter. His mouth began a slow ascent up her leg until it
reached the vee of her panties and when he buried his face in her softness
Christine shivered at the low animalistic moan Lori emitted. He braced his
knee on a rung as he began to lick her through her panties, his tongue
moving the length of her silky panties. She watched as Max pulled the tiny
panties aside and buried his face in her crotch, his blonde head moving
slowly against her crotch as Lori wove her fingers in his hair. Max was
moving faster, his tongue flicking between her pussy lips, his mouth making
small sucking sounds as he rocked on her clit.

Christine knew she should leave, damn this was “her” Lori, but her body was
glued to the spot as the scene unfolded before her. Her sexual knowledge
was limited to the cheap romance novels she read at night and she knew she
had to stay, to watch. She felt herself getting wet as she watched the
young lovers in front of her. She carefully unhooked her pants and moved
her fingers to her panties and parted her pussy lips.

Max had moved back, pulling Lori’s sweater off and removing her lacy black
bra. Her breasts were small and round, her nipples hard and erect and Max
leaned in letting his tongue roam freely over their soft brown surface. His
tongue flicked the little nubs as Lori leaned her head back and her hands
gripped the ladder tightly. His hands lifted and molded her breasts as he
sucked and licked, moving back and forth. He moved down to unhook her
skirt, pushing it down and helping her take it off. Max moved closer to the
ladder and his mouth covered Lori’s and they kissed passionately. She
murmured something in his ear and he smiled as he lifted her and turning
placed her on the floor. Pulling his sweater over his head he sat on a rung
as Lori opened his pants and brought his cock out of his pants.

Christine's fingers moved faster as she saw his cock, large and throbbing,
the purple head looking huge. She suppressed a moan as she watched Lori run
her tongue over the tip and swirl the head. Max's moans excited Christine
and as Lori took his cock in her mouth and began sucking, Christine felt
the waves of her first orgasm. Her fingers moved as fast as Lori’s bobbing
head, as she took his cock deep in her mouth and he groaned in delight.
Lori moved her hands in his pants, kneading his balls as her mouth moved on
his shaft, twisting and turning down to the base. The soft humming sounds
she made as she sucked him seemed to reverberate through Christine's body
and she stifled the sounds in her throat as her orgasm enveloped her entire
body, her eyes darting between Lori’s bobbing head and the look on Max’s
face. As she came slowly down she watched as Max pulled Lori off his cock
and carried her to the reading table, laid her on her back and stripped her
of her panties.

Christine looked on as he delved inside her pussy, his tongue making long
trips up her pussy, letting his tongue flick her clit each time. Her wild
moans filled the small room and her tossing head and arms sent papers and
books flying. His mouth worked faster and faster on her until she arched
into his mouth and came in a series of wild spasms. Even before that orgasm
had subsided he stood and drove his hard cock deep inside her. Christine
was rubbing herself again as she pushed two fingers deep inside and began
pumping into herself. She went crazy watching him pound his cock into Lori,
their wild coupling so intensely erotic and so exciting. Lori had her legs
wrapped around his hips as each thrust pushed her back and forth across the
table. Christine knew another orgasm was close and she pumped herself hard
as Max yelled and began pistoning his cock deep in Lori who was whimpering
and moaning as her body bucked under his, her orgasm making her body
shudder. Hearing the sounds Lori was making, Christine came again, biting
her lip as she shook under her probing fingers.

Max picked Lori up once more, her body still impaled on his cock and leaned
her against the wall. Her nails scraped his back as her legs wrapped his
waist. Moving slowly now he fucked her in long hard thrusts, each stroke
slamming her against the wall. Their mouths were locked together as they
moved together perfectly and their tempo increased. The only sounds in the
small shop were their moans and whimpers and the smacking sounds their
bodies made. Max reared back and began a hard fast rhythm pinning Lori to
the wall as books flew from the shelves. Christine could tell they were
nearing the climax as their movements became frenzied and with one last
thrust Max drove deep and held as they came together. He let one loud roar
as Lori sobbed and jerked on his body.

Pulling her fingers out of her sopping pussy Christine quickly zipped up as
Max pulled Lori close and their lips met in a deep kiss. Quietly she made
her way to the back door and let herself out, getting into the car on legs
that threatened to give way. She drove home still shaking as she thought of
what she has just witnessed. Letting herself in her apartment she leaned
her body against the door and broke into gales of laughter. Her glasses
still rested on the small table in the bookstore office.