The weekend went by so fast!! I got a lot of holiday shopping done, which was a little rough because the stores are already so damn busy. I finally left the mall on Sunday afternoon feeling pretty irritated because I waited in line at Victoria's Secret for thirty damn minutes to return a bra that someone gave me that didn't fit just for them to tell me that they couldn't take the return because it was purchased online, not in the store. Actually, that wasn't even the part that pissed me off the most. It was the fact that the bitch salesgirl was so rude about it. She knew I had been waiting forever (their whole system crashed apparently while everyone was standing there waiting to check out) and acted almost pleased to tell me that I had been waiting all that time for nothing.
I drove to this little bookstore not far from my apartment and was able to get a good parking spot even though the parking lot looked pretty full. It's a great little new and used bookstore with a coffee shop inside and a huge selection of used DVDs and CDs also. I figured I could pick up a few books or movies as gifts for the people I had left on my shopping list.
I was squatting down to look at a movie on the bottom shelf (Sin City...great movie!) when I heard someone say, "Shelby?" I looked up and there was Mr. Reynolds!! Mr. Reynolds is my friend Katie's dad, and he was always so fucking cool. When we were in middle school, he would take us and drop us off at the mall or the movie theatre or the roller skating rink anytime we wanted and let us stay out really late. He never bothered us when we were in her room or tried to nag us about who we were calling or what we were doing with the door closed. I hadn't seen him in four or five years, so I was really surprised that he even remembered me.
"Hey Mr. Reynolds!" I said, smoothing out my hair and looking up at him.
"You can call me Dave," he said, chuckling a little bit. He had to be in his late forties or early fifties and had sexy salt and pepper hair and dark brown eyes.
I giggled. "How are you? God it's been so long..."
"Yeah I know! The last time you came over to our house I don't even think you had your driver license yet," he said.
"No I didn't," I laughed, "I remember because we got you to drive us over to some guy's house, remember?"
"I do remember!" he said, "and when I picked you two girls up, I was pretty sure you had both had a few drinks at that party even though you kept denying it."
"Oh yeah, we totally did," I said, giggling again. He laughed with me and pointed a finger down at me, waving it a bit scoldingly.
"I knew it!" he said. That was when I caught his eyes roaming down my body. I was still squatted down, and I noticed that my little striped panties were showing underneath my skirt. "Wow, you've really grown up haven't you Shelby?" he said.
I smiled. I had always thought Mr. Reynolds was sexy. When I would go to Katie's house to spend the night, I remember putting on my skimpy little camisole and tight boyshorts at night and I would catch him watching me from behind, watching my perky ass inside my shorts and my soft titties and nipples pressed against my shirt. I used to love putting on a little show for him, and I would always take a different cute pajama set over to her house to "dress up" in when I would spend the night. "Yes I have Mr. Reynolds," I said.
"Come on now, it's Dave!" he told me again. "You're an adult now, you can drop the Mr. Reynolds stuff."
I looked up at him again, parting my lips slightly and licking them and then I let my eyes slide down his body and I could see that he was growing big and hard inside his pants, his stiff cock pushing against the fabric so that I could see the outline of it. He noticed what I was looking at and smiled, raising his eyebrows a little bit. I nodded, whispering, "I think calling you Mr. Reynolds sounds very sexy..."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, pulling me behind him as he turned and started walking quickly through the bookstore and towards the exit. It was freezing cold outside, and he quickly unlocked his car and gestured for me to get in the back seat then followed me in and started the ignition so he could turn on the heat.
We still hadn't said anything, and when he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants I reached my hand across the seat and wrapped it around his huge hard cock, squeezing it gently while looking at his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, putting one hand on the back of my head and pushing my face down towards his cock. I opened my mouth and pushed my lips over the head of his cock, tasting a few drops of precum and then sliding my mouth all the way down his huge dick, feeling his hand pushing my face down hard, hard, harder until I was choking on his cock deep in my throat. He eased up the pressure a little bit, gripping my hair in his hand and pulling my head back up a little bit, just enough for me to slide my lips back over the head of his cock and then he pushed my mouth back down on his dick and held it there, letting me suck it deep in my mouth. He reached across the seat with his other hand and slid my panties over to the side. I felt his cock throb inside my mouth when he slid his fingers across my kitty and felt how slippery wet it was already. He pushed the tip of one finger inside me, moving it around in little circles inside my kitty and then rubbing it up over my clit.
He kept the fingers of his other hand wrapped firmly in my hair, pulling my head up just enough for my mouth to slide up his cock and then pushing me back down on him until his cock was buried down my throat again. He continued teasing my pussy, sliding one finger deeper and deeper inside me and then pulling it back out just when I was starting to squirm and sliding it over my slippery clit.
I'll finish telling you what happened in my next blog entry. ;) I'm getting so fucking turned on writing this that I need to go play with my kitty again now....
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