Owning a book store has a plus side and a minus side. The plus side is that, when warmer weather rolls around, the girls start wearing shorts, tank tops etc. Makes everything sexier looking. It’s that season when something special happened to me.

One particularly busy afternoon at the store, I just happened to look up from some papers that I needed to sign when I saw a young girl enter my store. I couldn’t help but notice her. She had long brown hair down to her shoulders, nicely tanned legs, her tight shorts showed she had a firm round ass. I could see why all the boys were gathering around her. I was certain that she had brains since she went looking for a book in the American History Section. My eyes, like every other male in the store, followed her until she was lost from sight.

I soon forgot about the girl because things got busy in the store, but I was startled when I felt a tap on my arm and a voice said, “Excuse me, can you help me find a book please?” I turned to see that it was the young girl that had entered the store earlier. She really was beautiful, clear skin, blue eyes, and a wonderful smile. A natural beauty needing no make-up to help her out. Her shirt clung to her breasts the way the snow caps cling to the mountain tops in winter. Nice and snug. I told her that the book she wanted wasn’t in stock but I could have it for her in about three days. I then learned that her name was Samantha, “Everyone calls me Sam.” I told her to ask for me “Bart” when she came in next time.

The book arrived earlier than expected so I called her to let her know the book was in. I found myself waiting with bated breath for her to show. When she arrived this time Sam was wearing a tank-top shirt that did more to show her figure than I expected, so I dared to ask if she would join me in a glass of soda. I was thrilled when she said “Sure, I’d like that very much.” I learned that she was 16 years old, liked sports, especially tennis. She liked to read, see movies and hang out and do nothing. I knew the school she went to and I said, “I played on your school tennis team in another life time. My picture may even still be in the old display case.” I said with a laugh. “I do know that I didn’t have any gray hair then.” That was when Sam touched the back of my hand and said, “I think the gray looks good mixed in with the brown. Very distinguished.” I laughed with her and said, “Anytime you’re in here you can have a soda on me.”

What happened a few nights later was totally unexpected. Sam came into the store frequently and we would often sit and chat, but this evening was different. I was just about to lock the store when I heard a desperate banging on the window. It was Sam! She looked out of sorts so I let her in and asked her what was wrong. Between her sobs she told me that her boyfriend Jason had tried to rape her. “I think he’s still outside waiting.” she told me. I lead her to a couch in the back of the store and I went to look for her “friend.” I didn’t find him. I told Sam not to worry, I knew who he was and with a few “special” phone calls I knew Jason would never bother Sam again.

I returned to where Sam was sitting and I sat next to her and told her that she would never be bothered by Jason again. That brought a smile to her face. I brushed the hair away from her face and asked, “Are you ok now?” Sam nodded her head yes. I am fairly sure that all Sam wanted to do was to give me a quick kiss of the cheek, but I had just turned my head and our lips met. I heard her say, “Thank you Sam.” I know that we both blushed but I dared to kiss her again. Sam said, “That was nice.” I agreed that the kiss was nice. I put my arm around her shoulders and gently pulled her towards me. I kissed her again. This time I let my tongue brush over her lips until I felt her open her lips inviting my tongue in to wrestle with hers. I could hear Sam letting out a sigh as our kisses became more passionate.

I couldn’t resist the temptation that was overwhelming me at this moment. I had the urge to caress her breasts and with slow deliberate movements. I brought my hand down to her chest. I found out then that Sam didn’t have a bra on! A shock of electricity seemed to run between my fingers and Sam’s breasts. I could feel her body shiver, either in excitement or fear. I wasn’t sure at that moment. I managed to slip my hand under her shirt and I moved it towards her breasts ever so slowly. I took one of her nipples and easily pinched it between my fingers and started to roll her nipple. Sam gasped “Oh my god! Bart, we can’t do this.” Sam struggled weakly. “You’re too old for me. I couldn’t stop working her nipple. I could feel it harden as I continued to roll it between my fingers. “Bart!” Sam gasped, “We should stop, please! Ohhh!” Sam’s voice trailed off. Sam was being overcome by her awakening passions. She gave one last protest as I slowly removed her shirt from her breasts. Sam started to shake as I kissed each of her budding breasts and ran my tongue around her nipples. I could hear Sam say, in weak protest. “Please don’t do anything more.” I only responded with, “Sam, you’re so beautiful.” I started to suck on Sam’s breasts in earnest now and Sam stopped protesting and said, “Mmm! Harder! Suck them harder.” Sam was now aroused.

I loved the feel of Sam’s breasts in my mouth as I sucked each breast. Each tug on her breasts brought moans from her and her fingers dug into my arms as the passions built up inside of her. Sam didn’t resist when I finally got up the nerve to remove her shorts and panties. She lifted her hips to make it easier for me to remove them. I easily moved my hand between her legs and started to stroke her pussy. Sam let out a long sigh and her body shook as I slid my finger into her hot pussy. Sam’s pussy was already soaked as I fingered her, making her writhe in passion on the couch. I didn’t wait long, I moved my tongue over the inside of her thighs and when my tongue touched her pussy, Sam dug her nails into my arms and said, “Oh Bart! Ahh!Yes!” Her pubic hair was so fine, that when I breathed lightly on it, Sam shook violently with passion. There was no turning back now.

I continued to work my tongue in and out of her pussy bringing more cries of passion from Sam. I ran my finger over her anus while my tongue worked her pussy and her body bucked and heaved. I slid my finger into her anus and finger-fucked her ass, which brought Sam to a very explosive climax. Sam’s grip on my arms was so tight I though she would leave a bruise, or worse. “Ahh! Yes! Bart! Mmm!” Sam gasped out in ecstasy. Sam watched as I removed my shirt and pants. She didn’t try to run, she spread her legs, inviting me in. Sam let out a small cry of “Oh god! It’s so big.” as I started to push my cock inside of her. “I think it’s ripping me apart Bart. You’re too big!” I was inside of Sam now and slowly we found a rhythm that made it much smoother for the two of us.

My engorged cock felt good inside of Sam, her muscles stretched to accept my cock. I must have been brushing against Sam’s clit because I could feel her body starting to move faster and faster. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I climaxed inside of Sam’s pussy, each spasm of my body drove my cock inside her even deeper, but she took it all. When I finally was able to move off of Sam, we sat on the couch not saying a word to each other. Sam climbed onto my lap and put an arm around my neck and gave me a kiss which I eagerly returned and I loved the feel of her breasts as she pressed against my chest. Softly Sam asked if I would take her home. I said sure and Sam started to get dressed again. I could see that she didn’t mind me watching her dress at all.

Sam and I said very little on the way to her house. She snuggled in the crook of my arm and even took my hand and let it rest on her breasts. I pulled over before I got to her parents house and said, “Sam, about tonight, I’m sorry, I couldn’t seem to help myself. I will understand it if you call the cops, I would really like us to be lovers if you’ll have me Sam.” Sam said nothing for a moment but when she spoke she said, “I would like that to Bart, despite our age difference. Sam could see that I wanted her again right there in my car. Sam said, “I think we better say goodnight for now Bart.” We did say goodnight with great reluctance. We even managed to say “I love you.”

I didn’t see Sam again for about 5 days. I missed her a lot. Then on the evening of day 5, she walked into the bookstore with a large paper bag in one hand and a huge smile. “Hi there Bart!” she said lightly. I smiled back and said “Hi yourself.” Sam wasted no time, “Care to go to the movies with me tonight?” Sam knew I closed early on Friday nights. I told her sure. I don’t think either one of us can recall the name of the movie we saw. Sam and I found a seat in the balcony way in the back where we made up for 5 days. Sam even undid her shorts and let me finger her pussy in the theater till she climaxed. Seemingly flushed Sam asked me to take her to my house. I was eager to do just that.

As soon as I opened the door to my house I showed Sam where the bathroom was and she disappeared inside with the paper bag. When Sam came back out she was wearing a very sheer nightgown that clung to her in all the right places. “Do you like it Bart?” She asked. “I looked for 5 days till I found this one.” I told Sam that I loved the way it looked on her and that I loved her as well, no matter what she wore. This night Sam was on top of me and I held on to her ass as she rode my cock for all it was worth. I once again slid my finger into her anus and this brought her to another heavy climax. “Oh, Bart. That was so great!” she exclaimed as she rocked back and forth and let out a happy sigh when I ejaculated inside of her. “Yes, honey. That’s it. Fill me with your sperm!” We spent the rest of the night changing positions and I tested every opening on Sam’s body and each one made her just as eager as before. Sam and I spent more than one night in my bed that summer. I don’t know what she was telling her boyfriend.

– The End –