She had been into my record store a couple times and every time I could not take my eyes off her. She was tall and lean, I would guess about 5’10” with black hair and brown eyes, like the Van Morrison song that at all times popped into my mind when she came in. She usually wore a concert T shirt that clung to her perky breasts and short shorts. She was not a fan of bras. She has quite a few lovely tattoos, including some red bows on the back of her thighs. When she was digging in the lower racks, her perky ass would pop up and I could see those bows. My cock would stiffen in my jeans behind the counter. We had some great conversations about music, our tastes overlapping but at all times introducing each other to something new. I would enjoy our hands brushing when I sold her records, but each of us had a wedding band.

This particular day she came in in a sundress. Low cut, I could see tattoos on her chest – matching sets of roses and guns. Her elegant arms each displayed more art, she was was like a mobile museum. A beautiful architecture. I thought what treasures lay beneath her red and black sundress. She rifled through the new record bins as Portishead played. It was a slow day and she was the only customer.

“Got some cool Bowie bootlegs in,” I said, knowing Bowie was one of her favorites.

“Cool,” she said. She turned and rifled through the high rack. Her sundress had a low back showing of tattoo of a geisha on her back. Her shoulder blades danced as her arms pulled records. Then she bend over to look in the low rack. Her impossibly short dress hiked up and I could make out the lower cheeks of her perfect ass. I tried not to stare, but failed miserably. She bend over a bit more and it became apparent she was not wearing panties. A pair of perfect pink lips came into view. My cock a strained against the material of my jeans. I could not help but to touch it.

“Oh fuck,” she squealed wheeling around. “Bowie and Stevie Ray!”

“Can I listen?”

“Sure,” I said. She was already around the counter and swapping records before I even spoke.

“China Girl” came on. She closed her eyes. The space behind my counter was painfully tight and when she started dancing, our bodies brushed. I knew she could feel the heat and hardness of my cock pressing against her thigh. She didn’t seem to pull away but leaned into it.

I could take no more. I put my strong hands on her hips and pulled her close, kissing her. Her breath was fresh, her tongue danced in my mouth. My hands found their way under her dress and cupped her buttocks. The kiss continued as my hands roamed. The found her inner thighs and then the warm wetness of her pussy. My hand was covered in her lust. I teased her clit and slick lips and even her tight asshole. She bit my lip as I slid in a knuckle’s worth of fingertip inside. I tasted my blood, iron and copper.

I went to her neck. I could feel her pulse accelerate with my tongue. I bit her there, she moaned. Her hands worked at my zipper and my cock sprung free, throbbing. She grabbed it in her hand tightly like she feared it would escape or I would chicken out. She slide my precum along my thick shaft.

The animal in me came out. I tuned her around and pinned her against my counter. I popped the straps of her dress and her breasts spilled out. I grabbed one in each hand and pinched her nipples. She guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy. I groaned at the tightness, she groaned at the stretch.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moaned. I accelerated my thrusts, watching my cock grow wetter and wetter with each long hard stroke. She began to moan. I ripped the remains of her dress and threw it to the floor. She stood in front of me naked as the day she was born, up on her tiptoes and I fucked her without mercy.

I slapped her ass, gentle at first, but harder as it was clear she loved it. “Harder,” she hissed. Not knowing if she was taking about hand slaps or my cock pounding her pussy, I went harder with both. My hands went to her neck and I squeezed. She gave a squeal.

“I’m coming,” she said. I choked her harder. My wedding band against her trachea felt so dirty. She dug her fingers into my thigh. Her pussy contracted and I was about to cum when I saw one of my regular customers approaching the door…

NSFW: yes