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Gone But Not Forgotten

By

Norm DePloom

 

"I have often cursed the inventor of panty hose.  How many spontaneous workplace liaisons have been canceled because of the hassle of taking off and putting back on panty hose?"

-Anonymous Office Lothario

 

 

hey're out of business now.  If all of their stores were like the one I worked in it's really a shame.  That store was absolutely the partying-est place I've ever worked. 

 

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her.  I was walking the isles around the Sporting Goods Department and she was the new sales lady in the Major Appliances.  I caught the last of the three racquetballs I'd been juggling and glanced at her nametag.

 

"What kind of song are you?"  I asked her as I dropped two of the racquetballs into the left pocket of my sports jacket and the third into my right pocket and palmed the ping-pong ball I kept stored in the smaller, inner pocket.

 

"What?"  Her look clearly indicated that she considered me to be totally insane.  For some reason I get that look a lot, go figure. 

 

"Carmen," I said reading her nametag, "Latin for song.  What kind of song are you?"  She smiled back at me with a smile that seemed shine with a radiant inner beauty.  "Are you an operatic song?  A show tune?  A rock song?"

 

"Definitely swing."  She said, getting into the flow of the joke.

 

"Swing," I agreed, "with a nice strong drum beat."  I looked closely at the side of her face.  "What's that?"  I asked with dramatic seriousness, as I reached up and produced the ping-pong ball, seemingly from behind her ear.  "Here," I said as I, apparently, offered her the ping-pong ball.  I did a smooth French Drop, then placed the ping-pong ball back in my left pocket while she stared at my empty right hand. 

 

"Ooh, magic hands," She said with a flirtatious grin. 

 

"Magic fingers," I replied with a salacious grin.

 

"What other magic can you do?"

 

"I specialize in making clothing disappear."  There was definitely a strong current of mutual lust flowing between us.

 

"Juggling, magic, making clothes disappear," Carmen looked up at me with a well fained look of wide-eyed innocents, "is that all you can do?" 

 

"No," I said as I pulled the racquetballs from my pockets and headed towards a middle aged man who was looking at the eight foot ABS plastic dingys we had for sale, "I'm best known for may ability to pack boxes."  I looked over my shoulder to catch her smile just as I approached the customer, I couldn't help but notice her nipples standing out just a bit more than could be accounted for by the store's air conditioning. 

 

"Want to take one home with you?"  I asked as I started juggling the balls again.  It was my standard opening line.  You know what they say, 'ABC', always be closing.

 

"No," he answered thoughtfully giving the flying balls a wary look, "I need two of them."  Sometimes the direct approach pays of, in spades, as they say.  I just covered my draw for the week and had the feeling that life couldn't get any better.  I didn't have time to get back over to Carmen after I rang up the dingys, I noticed four college age kids looking at the tennis rackets. 

 

"What's the difference between these?"  The preppie asked, as his friend and the two girls accompanying them looked on.  I took the two rackets from him and looked them over while I seemed to weigh them in my hands.

 

"About twenty bucks."  I said with a smile.  He bought the more expensive one of course.  I was emotionally torn, I wanted to get back and experience the thrill of flirting with Carmen, but the other salesman was at supper and I had to cover the floor by myself until he got back.  A backpack; a rod and reel; and a Coleman camp stove and lantern later Bruce finally came back from dinner and I could take a break.  With growing excitement I headed over to Major Appliances only to have the thrill die a sudden death when I saw her talking to a customer.  Oh well, can't expect a commission sales person to give up a possible sale to attend the Last Trump Ceremonies, much less to flirt with somebody.  I gave her a smile as I walked past, then looked back at her just in time to catch her smiling at me as I walked through the double doors onto the loading dock.  I gave a wave to the guy working the late shift at customer pick up and headed up the back stairs to the in store warehouse.  I was busy counting the un-assembled bicycle stock when I felt something warm and sexy right behind me.

 

"Talk about magic," I said, turning to face Carmen, "what did you do?  Teleport up here?"

 

"You'll never know," she teased back, "I was hoping to see a little more of your magic, or maybe this skill at packing boxes you were bragging about."  She leaned close and I could smell her intoxicating odor.   "Too bad there isn't anyplace we could get a little more privacy." 

 

"I know a place," I said, calling her bluff as I pulled a key ring from my trouser pocket.  "Come on," I continued, taking her hand, "I bet they didn't show you the gunroom on your new employee tour of the store."   

 

"No, they didn't."  Carmen said following behind me with a touch of uncertainty.  I fully expected her to bail out and I would have been willing to spend some more time flirting if she had.  I used the round key to turn off the alarm, then unlocked the door and led Carmen into the room.  Shutting the door behind us I turned the knob and smiled at the privacy guaranteeing ka-klunk the bolt made when it slipped into place.

 

"Guns have always scared me," Carmen commented looking around the room, "and excited me a bit at the same time."  I stood close behind her, our bodies almost touching; I cold feel her warmth through our clothes.  "Which one is your favorite?"  She asked, her hand brushing against my crotch as she turned. 

 

"The one I like the best is in the display case downstairs," I explained to her prolonging the closeness of our bodies, "but it looks just like this one."  I took a Browning 9mm automatic out of its display box and, after making sure the clip was not in and pulling the mechanism open to insure that there was not a round in the chamber, handed it to Carmen.  She held and examined the pistol with what appeared to be a bit of awe mixed with a bit more trepidation.  She seemed to be not at all sure that it was safe to handle even after I had demonstrated its ammunition-less state. 

 

I watched Carmen gingerly handle the gun for only a few moments before I gently took it from her and, after setting it on the shelve somewhat near the box it had come out of, took her in my arms.  Our mouths met and our tongues explored each other's.  I let my hands drop to her firm round butt and squeezed her rear while pulling her more firmly against me.  Carmen responded by moving her hips in a slow sensual circle while she pushed herself against my rapidly hardening cock. 

 

"I haven't noticed any clothes disappearing yet."  She commented as we broke off the kiss.  Ignoring her observation I moved my lips to her neck where I gently kissed her smooth skin, taking care not to leave any marks of our exploding passion where others could see them.  As I worked my way along the neckline of her blouse, headed for the tops of her warm inviting breasts, I slipped my hands under her skirt and began to work her panty hose off her hips.  When they were down to the top of her thighs I reached behind her and brushed several boxes of shells from the table then firmly grasped her now bare butt and lifted her up onto its edge.  I unbuttoned the top of Carmen's blouse then showered her cleavage with kisses while I worked her panty hose further down her legs.  Carmen wrapped her arms around my head and held my face firmly buried between her breasts until we had her panty hose down to her ankles. 

 

"I can only make clothes disappear completely when I'm not at work," I said then pushed my hand between her legs.  Carmen spread her thighs expecting me to feel her.  "What is this doing down here?"  I produced a small plastic fishing float and held it up for Carmen to see. 

 

"Are you trying to say there's something fishy down there?" Carmen giggled then hit me playfully on the arm.  "You haven't even been down there yet to find out."

 

"We better correct that little oversight."  I said as I got down on my knees and pushed her legs apart.  Carmen leaned back against the wall and lifted her knees to accommodate me.  I was pleased to see a full patch of pubic hair with no signs of trimming.  In this day I may be in the minority but I love a hairy woman.  With my palms resting on her inner thighs I used my thumbs to gently open Carmen's already moist pussy and ran my tongue up and down the smooth fleshy folds. 

 

"Mmm-mm," I said looking up from between Carmen's legs, "I've always loved the custom of having fish on Friday."

 

"Oh shut up and get back to work."  Carmen replied slapping me gently upside the head.  It was an offer I couldn't refuse.  I worked up and down the folds a few more times then pushed my tongue as far into her as I could reach with my mouth being held firmly against Carmen's pussy by her legs wrapped around my head.  I moved up slightly and began to flick the tip of my tongue up and down over Carmen's clitoris.

 

"Ooh, yes," she moaned softly, "don't stop."  I followed her directions and continued to flick my tongue over her clitoris until Carmen's legs tensed in orgasmic pleasure.  It felt like she was going to break my neck.  After a long series of muscle contractions accompanied by a low guttural "nnnn…nnnnnn.nnnnnn…" Carmen relaxed and her legs slipped off my shoulders. 

 

"Come here."  Carmen ordered, reaching for my belt buckle as I stood up.  As soon as my belt was unbuckled my trousers slid down my legs and collected in a pile around my ankles.  Carmen stroked my hard cock with a practiced touch then leaned back against the wall and lifted her legs while she gently pulled me toward her ready cunt. 

 

"Mmmmm, you are right," Carmen sighed as I slipped completely into her, "you are good at packing boxes."  Carmen must have been keeping up with her PC exercises, she griped my cock with her vaginal muscles and milked it with a skill I'd never experienced before.  Our mouths met and I kissed her deeply while she continued to massage my cock with her pussy.  I stood buried completely inside her while she griped and released my cock over and over until I reached my peak.

 

"Talk about magic," I moaned as my cock began to twitch bathing the insides of her talented vagina.  I continued to gently kiss her neck and ear as my cock slowly softened inside Carmen the, reluctantly, pulled myself out.  We dressed in semi-embarrassed silence until Carmen spoke.

 

"I still didn't see any clothes disappear."

 

"Have dinner with me after work," I offered, "and I promise to make your clothes disappear."

 

"Well," Carmen replied with a mischievous smile, "I'll give you another chance to prove you can do it."

 

"You go ahead back downstairs," I said opening the door after Carmen had given herself a quick once over to make sure everything was in place, "I'll be down in a few minutes."

 

"Ok," she replied giving me a quick kiss, "don't be too long."

 

"Carmen," I called after her softly as she started down the stairs.

 

"Yes?" She paused and looked back at me.

 

"Welcome to Montgomery Wards."