Carmen stood and looked out the front window of the bookshop. People were milling up and down the street and the clouds looked gray. She opened the glass-paneled door and sniffed. It smelled of imminent rain. She watched the people across the street for a moment and then turned back into the store. There weren't any customers, so Carmen picked up a stack of hardback books that needed to be shelved and went back to work.
She had her back to the front of the store when the door opened and someone stepped in. It was short handsome man dressed in a dark blue street with a wide-brimmed hat. He looked at her and smiled. "Can I help you?" Carmen called out, her arms filled with books.
"Yes," the man said. "Do you know the guy who runs the shop across the street?"
"I've seen him," Carmen replied.
"I'm a detective," he said. "On a private case. Could you describe him to me?"
"Oh!" Carmen exclaimed. "Well then, I'd say he's in his forties, fattish. He walks with a limp so he carries a cane. He wears a toupee, although he'd like to think nobody knows"
The man laughed and walked over to her. Carmen put the books down on a table. He reached out his hand. "Phil," he said. "You'd make a pretty good cop."
Carmen took his hand and shook it. It was large and powerful. "Carmen," she said. Phil took off his hat and turned to look up at the sky through the front window.
"He doesn't leave until a quarter past five," Carmen said. Rain started coming down and the people in the street quickly ran for cover or opened their umbrellas.
"That's OK," Phil said. "My car is out there on the street and I can wait there and not get wet." He turned back towards Carmen and seemed to notice her for the first time. "Of course, I've got a bottle of pretty good scotch in my pocket. I don't mind getting wet in here," he said.
Carmen strode to the front door. She turned the open sign to closed, pulled down the shade and locked the door. "It looks like we're closed for the day," she said. She looked over Phil from head to toe. "You interest me. Vaguely."
Phil pulled a silver flask from his suit-jacket pocket. He unscrewed the top and offered it to Carmen. She took it graciously from his hand and brought it to her mouth. She sipped the drink slowly. "Well, now what?" she asked. The sound of the rain striking the window and the concrete sidewalk outside grew louder. "It's raining pretty heavily out there. You may be stuck in here for hours," she purred while handing the flask back to Phil.
"Yeah, you're right," Phil said. He took a pull from the flask and then sat it down on the table beside them. He put his arm around Carmen's waist and pulled her close to him. "We may be stuck in here all afternoon." He kissed her, tentatively at first. As she responded to his advance, the kiss grew rough and insistent.
Carmen took Phil's hand in her own and brought it to her breasts. Phil deftly unbuttoned the front of Carmen's dress and slid his hand inside, cupping the flesh held within. They continued kissing as Phil pushed Carmen's bra up over her pert breasts. He took one in his hand, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. They broke their kiss. Carmen sighed. "That feels nice," she said as she pushed her body up against Phil's. "That's very nice," she cooed. Then she moved her head towards his and they began to kiss again.
Phil continued playing with Carmen's nipples as she reached down between his legs. She struggled with the belt but managed to get it undone and his pants unfastened. They fell to the floor as Carmen slid her hand underneath Phil's boxers. His cock was large and erect and it jumped when she took it into her hand. She stroked up and down the length of the shaft, felt the sticky drop of pre-come at the head and rubbed it into his skin. She then withdrew her hand and brought it to her mouth, licking the salty fluid from her fingers.
Carmen dropped to her knees in front of Phil. Phil leaned back against a set of bookshelves as Carmen took his length into her mouth. Her head moved slowly up and down his penis; her hands circled his shaft while she took the tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. Her hands ran along his dick, following the movements of her mouth. Phil sighed as Carmen swallowed him. "You're cute," he said, trying to maintain his balance and reaching down to hold Carmen's head as he slowly fucked her mouth.
Carmen broke away from Phil's dick and looked up at him. "No," she said. "You're cute. And my knees are getting sore. I think it's time you fuck me."
Phil leaned over and picked Carmen up. He led her to a table in the back of the shop. "Get up on that," he said.
Carmen mounted the table and lay flat on her back. Phil pushed up her black dress, exposing her white panties a garter belt. He pulled a jack-knife from his pocket and cut the sides of Carmen's underwear. He pulled them off, revealing the jet-black hair of her pussy. He gave the skin above her hair a light kiss and then proceeded to lick downwards towards her sex. He pulled her pussy lips apart and began licking her clitoris until it stood proud and erect.
As Phil continued kissing up and down Carmen's cleft, he released her lips and moved his hands up to her breasts. He pulled and pinched at her nipples as he plunged his tongue deep inside of her. Carmen moaned loudly and started gyrating her hips in time with Phil's tongue. He kissed back up her slit to concentrate on her clit and brought one hand back down to her pussy. He pushed his forefinger into her and began stroking the inner wall of her cunt. She reached down to grab his head, bucking her hips against his finger and tongue. She came, loudly and vigorously, coating Phil's face with a mixture of saliva and come.
Phil stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Turn over," he said. Carmen rolled over and Phil pulled her body back until her waist was hanging over the edge. He pulled her dress up over her buttocks and stood up behind her. Phil took his dick into his hand and slowly pressed it against the black hair of Carmen's cunt. Inch by inch it disappeared into her warm silky depths. Carmen arched her back, moaning with pleasure. Phil slid in and out, grunting with every stroke into Carmen's pussy.
Carmen pushed her hands out in front of her, grasping the far side of the table. She was writhing. Phil held her by the hips and thrust into her quickly. His pace increased and Carmen did everything she could to push her cunt back onto his dick. He pounded strongly into her, stroke after stroke. The tempo of his fucking increased and increased and, with a loud grunt, Phil clasped Carmen's hips and pulled her against him franticly. He held his cock buried deep in her pussy and moaned as he came.
Phil stood there for nearly a minute before he withdrew. Carmen's pussy lips stayed open for only a second as he pulled away; the white of his cream lined her velvety opening. She pushed herself away from the table, stood up and began buttoning the front of her dress. She turned to him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"It's a little after five," she said, glancing at the clock. "You'll need to go soon if you want to catch your guy."
"Yeah," Phil said. Carmen walked to the front of the store and unlocked the door. Phil moved over towards her. "Hey, thanks," he said, glancing at his watch. "Five-o-seven"
"Make sure you stop by earlier next time," Carmen said as Phil strode out the door. Carmen watched him go and then closed and locked the door behind him.