I used to love going into small bookstores and spending time just looking through the shelves. Usually there was just one person to help you, but the store was small enough that help was always available. Now those small stores are almost all gone, replaced by the huge book chains with their megastores. Millions of books. No one to help you. Or almost.

But I have discovered that these stores do have one upside. There usually are several pretty young clerks to flirt with, something a guy like me, in my mid-forties, usually doesn’t usually get to do.

I got especially lucky about three months ago. I wandered into my local book superstore just before closing basically to check out the girls at the cash registers. One girl was particularly cute. I waited in the cue and prayed that I’d get to see her. I had to let one person go ahead of me, but I got my wish.

Her nametag said: Sarah. She looked to be maybe twenty; I later found out she had just turned nineteen. She seemed to be about 5 foot six and was slim but very nicely shaped. Her face was very pretty. She had long medium dark brown hair which she wore in a ponytail. She had a cute little mole on her right cheek that made her look sexy. And she had a luscious-looking mouth that I definitely would love to insert my dick into if ever I had the chance.

The company uniform was black pants, black vest and white blouse. But she had added a youthful flair to it. Her black pants were hip-huggers which she wore with a wide white belt. Her blouse was a bit too short to reach her waist, as was her vest, so that a little bit of skin showed between her pants and top. She was nicely slim, so it looked good on her. She also wore fashionable wide-heel black shoes.

I told her I was looking for a particular book but didn’t know where to find it. I’d tried to find help on the floor, but I couldn’t find anyone.

“It’s close to closing, so some helpers may have left the floor,” she explained, but added cheerfully: “But I can help you. You’ll just have to follow me over to the information desk.”

I did follow her, my gaze centered on her very cute little bum. In those pants, she had a very youthful-looking bum. I wanted it. And so I followed it.

When we got to the info desk, she asked for me to wait while she logged back onto the computer.

“Someone has already shut it off,” she explained.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Oh it’s no problem,” she said cheerily. “It’ll just take a moment to start up again.”

I asked her how long she’d been working here.

“Two months,” she said.

Did she like it?

“Yeah. It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “I’m a freshman at the University, so I only work here part time.”

“What are you studying?” I asked.

“French literature,” she answered.

“That’s great,” I lied. What the hell did she plan to do with a degree in French literature?

Finally she asked me the name of the book.

“It’s called ‘The Art of Fellatio,” I said, then waited for her response.

But she didn’t seem to flinch. “How do you spell fellatio?” she asked sincerely.

I spelled it for her.

“Well,” she said at last. “We don’t seem to have it. Is there another book on fellatio that might help you?”

I said I didn’t know any other titles. “Do you think you might have other books on it?” I asked, still amazed that she hadn’t clued in yet. Maybe she thinks it’s some guy’s name.

“I have NO IDEA,” she said with a little laugh. “But I can help you look, if you tell me what section it might be in.”

I couldn’t believe this. 

“Do you have a Sexuality section?” I asked.

“I think so,” she answered. “Follow me.”

Again I followed her gorgeous, youthful little bum, this time as it led me through to the back of the store, seemingly half a mile away. 

It was only minutes to closing, but people were still milling about everywhere. We passed several until we finally found a bookcase labeled ‘Love and Sexuality’. She bent over to scan the shelves. I bent over too, but my eyes were fixed on her cute behind, looking even better now that she was bending over. Man! I wanted to fuck that bum of hers!

Finally, she asked me why I needed the book. I told her that I had a new girlfriend who wanted to fellate me, but I wanted to know if it was safe.

She looked puzzled. “Fellate you?” she said quizzically.

“Yeah. I want to make sure that her teeth won’t, you know, hurt me.”

She looked puzzled again. But then recognition seemed to spread across her face.

“Ohhhh,” she said. “You mean a blowjob?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly.

She laughed. “Oh. I don’t think she’ll hurt you. I’ve never bitten anyone.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, enjoying this turn in the conversation.

“Well. No one has complained.”

“Your teeth don’t get in the way?” I asked.

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh,” I said, not convinced.

Then she added brightly: “Do you want to try it?” 

“Huh?”

“Do you want me to blow you? Then you can tell me if my teeth hurt you or not.”

“Here in the store?” I asked in disbelief.

She looked around. “It’s so close to closing. We’ll be pretty safe back here.”

“Well… uh… I mean.”

“Come on,” she said playfully. “It’ll be fun.”

She was on her knees before I could object. She had a big smile, and her big brown eyes twinkled up at me as her two hands skillfully undid my belt and zipper. Her right hand stroked my cock for a moment as she told me to let her know if her teeth hurt me. I said okay. Then she smiled real big again, leaned forward and took me inside her soft, young mouth.

Oh Gawd!