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Subject: {ASSM} Adult Bookstore Eviction (MF, Exhib)
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{ASSM}{Smiley) NEW "Adult Bookstore Eviction"
(MF,exhib)
The following story is intended only for adult reading. It portrays the
actions of consenting adults. Those under the age of eighteen or those
bothered by sexually explicit language or depiction of sexual events
should not continue. Some readers may deem the actions and attitudes
portrayed offensive.
This story is copyright (c) Smiley59 2000. No reposting or archiving
without permission. ASSM has my permission.
Oh, and if erotic fiction is illegal for you, either because you're too
young or because it's just illegal where you are - then please go and do
something else. This story contains explicit adult sexual materials.
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My wife (PJ) is 45 years old, and acts in her 30's when it comes to
sensual play. In that regard, I am a VERY lucky man. She is 5'7". 136
lbs, 36C-30-37, auburn hair, brown eyes, with large 1/2" nipples. Her
only flaw was s tummy bulge from child-bearing that I'd grown fond of,
but it still made her hesitant to wear anything too provocative.
One evening out, we decided to go to an adult bookstore to do some
teasing to pay off a debt she owed me. It was actually an accumulative
debt in which I could have asked her to do just about anything, but it
was not truly her style, or mine. Still, she seemed determined to "pay
up" and I was determined to at least break some new ground. She wore a
simple black mini dress made of a soft almost velour material. It clung
to her every curve, especially her nipples which I hoped would get
excited (or chilled) and become as prominent as I knew they could
become. She wore no hose and 3" heels for me.
We entered the adult bookstore at about 1230 a.m. after having a few
drinks to "loosen up" and "get into the mood", as she put it. We
entered as began surveying the layout. We had never been to this
particular store before and I could only hope that some of the stories
that I had read about had some potential for unfolding.
The proprietor was Asian, about in his 40's or 50's and an inch shorter
than PJ. He began watching us right away and it made me somewhat
uncomfortable instead of aroused. We walked up and down a couple of
magazine racks, making idle comments about the magazines and their
incredibly high prices (this was relatively new to us.) As we'd stop to
survey a title, I'd slide my hand down her back, over her ass to her
thighs and then back up again, lifting the loosely hanging skirt in the
process. The goose bumps on her bare arms told me I was having a
positive affect. Still, we were unseen by anyone. Finally, we came
down an isle where the proprietor could not see below her neck and
spotted a male close to our age checking out my wife's clearly outlines
physical attributes. That was arousing to me.
Again, I caressed her back and down over her ass to her thighs. She
sighed softly as I worked my way up exposing her ass cheeks to the
stranger. My heart pounded anticipating his reaction. He just smiled.
As if reading my mind, PJ bent over slowly to point to a magazine on a
bottom shelf. Her hips angled towards the man and I know he could see
her ass and pussy hair in the micro-mini length skirt. I watched him
watching her and he looked at me and gave me a thumbs-up signal.
My heart continued to race as I slowly backed away from PJ pretending to
follow the magazines as I glanced around to see if the proprietor was
still at his cash register and counter. He was. As I backed up, the
stranger began moving towards PJ who was now standing upright. He
walked slowly by her, tracing his hand over her ass cheeks, outside the
material, and walked out of the store. "Cheap thrill." I thought.
I decided that the movie booths might prove more interesting and went to
get $5 in quarters. The Asian man didn't look thrilled about my
presence, which confused me after all the hot stories I'd read and heard
about. I signaled PJ and led her down a 10 foot well-lit hallway which
ended in an open room about 30' by 30'. The video booths were simply
small wall mounted coin-operated televisions with one stool, separated
by a dividing curtain for about 2 feet. This only allowed for viewing
privacy. We could see about six men in scattered booths who all paused
to survey my lovely wife. That was hot.
I shrugged and pointed to a corner booth to our left and we moved to the
TV. I inserted the quarters and had PJ sit on the flat, backless
bar-stool as I stood behind her watching the screen start up from over
her shoulder. The movie was already in progress and a guy was doing two
women. I slowly began massaging her neck and tingling her back scalp,
which always gets her hot. I toyed with her like this for about ten or
fifteen minutes. I told her to raise her skirt to her hips and sit on
her bare ass so I could look over her shoulders and see her pussy. She
quickly cooperated, which aroused me and gave me hope for what was
turning into a bad dream.
I began massaging her lower neck and shortly moved to her shoulders.
The previous beers seemed to work in tandem with the massage and I could
feel her relaxing, she even sighed with a whisper. I then began moving
my hands to her outer shoulders and soon her shoulder blade. When she
lifted her arms, I quickly reached around and began fondling her
breasts. The stretchy material was soft on her skin and I slowly worked
her cleavage down and wider until I got a breast free, then the other.
I continued to massage her open breasts as she continued to relax and
get into the movie. I surveyed the room quickly and realized that the
others knew what I was doing, but couldn't see any of it. I decided to
see what we could get away with. I was also getting desperately horny.
I had her stand up so I could sit on the stool. When she did, I turned
her around with her back to the TV and began sucking on her exposed
nipples. I briefly expected resistance, but instead she put her hands
on my head and guided me from one breast to the other. I was so caught
up in pleasing her and being aroused myself, I have no idea who saw her,
but I'm sure many did. When I stopped I sat down and still with her
breasts exposed, PJ began undoing my zipper.
My erection sprang to life with the cool air and freedom to move. PJ
then turned away and sat on my lap, slowly descending her pussy over my
cock. For the first time, I watched the TV screen as her soaked pussy
began to slowly squeeze my cock and move up and down my shaft. My hands
reached around to caress her still exposed breasts and I felt very
aroused and excited.
"Sorry," the Asian voice behind me spoke up, "you have to go now."
PJ jumped up simultaneously covering her breasts and turned to face the
proprietor behind me. "What did you say?" she asked as I feebly fumbled
to subtly tuck my cock away.
"You can't do that here." he said in a definitively Asian rhythm and
tone.
I zipped up, stood and turned. "Huh?" I feigned surprise. Everyone
else had their backs to us. That's when I noticed a security camera
scanning the room.
"You must leave," he continued on, "no do that here."
"Do what?" PJ also feigned innocence.
"I see you tits on camera." he explained, "this respectable place."
Busted - I thought. Damn, the fun was over. PJ was not so easily
dissuaded. "What did you see on camera?" she asked him.
He nodded towards the exit. "I saw you tits."
"These?" PJ asked as she exposed herself to him. Now everyone was
watching and I was glad I got tucked away as my cock began to swell.
"What's wrong with these?" she persisted.
"I saw him kiss u tits." he seemed actually bothered. "I see u sitting
on his lap."
"So?" PJ smiled. "We didn't do anything wrong."
"I see you sit on his penis. No sex in my store." he sounded more
upset than we had imagined.
PJ walked closer to him. "We didn't know, but he didn't have sex with
me!" she said two feet from him, still basically topless.
"I saw." he insisted.
PJ pointed to the stool. "Show me."
God I almost came when she said that!
Again he pointed to the door. PJ took my hand and we walked out of the
room, breasts still exposed. As we passed the magazine racks, two men
let their jaws drop as we walked by. We went outside and got into our
van, PJ still leaving her breasts out. There was a note on the
windshield. As I got into the van with the note, one of the men came up
to her window. PJ rolled down the window.
A man in his 30's, long black hair stood there breathing heavily.
"You're beautiful." he said to her as I read the note. "Did he throw
you out?"
"Yea," PJ sighed, "just when we were starting to have some fun."
"You have beautiful tits." the stranger said. "Would you mind if I
asked you to touch one?"
"Not if he doesn't mind." PJ replied referring to me. I looked up from
the note I'd been reading.
"Go for it." was all I could mutter. I sat motionless as he opened her
door and reached in and took both of her breasts into his hands and
began caressing them.
"May I kiss them?" he asked looking straight at me.
I nodded. As he began kissing her exposed breasts, I noticed his right
hand on her thigh moving higher each second. PJ leaned back and seemed
to change her breathing pattern as well. My cock was straining to get
room to grow. Just as his hand went under her skirt, she sat up and
gently pushed him back. "That's enough." she smiled.
He helped her close the door, thanked her and walked away, already
taking his zipper down. "What's the note say?" she asked me.
I read it to her. "Lovely wife, if you want to swing, call us at
555-4321."
"Wow." she said.
"I told you you were a hot woman!" I reminded her. "Where to now?"
"Let's go play pool." she offered.
I started the van and headed to a small bar that was to lead to another
wonderful first for us, but that's another story.....
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Comments may be emailed to: pas69@home.com
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