It was on the second floor of a Chapters bookstore that I first saw her.
Glasses, white blouse with a knee length grey skirt, and festive green leggings. At 5'9, she was tall, with non-stop legs. Her brown hair was tied up with a pencil. A name tag said "Bridget"
It was in one of the reading sections -- the areas with couches for patrons to sit and read the books. One of the couches had been pushed aside, and a 7' Yule tree was standing there, waiting to be decorated.
It was 10am on a Tuesday morning, the bookstore was deserted. I was there to find some obscure documentation that I needed for my work. She was there trying to put the lights on the tree.
She was standing on a chair, trying to wrap the lights around the top of the tree. The mess of lights was coming out of the box tangled, and she had clearly tried to keep the mess untangled by wrapping the length around a couch first.
I was approaching to ask her if she could direct me to the appropriate section. She turned to talk to me, and with a snap, her heel broke, and she started to fall off the chair.
I was right there, so I tried to catch her. I missed, but, I managed to deflect her fall so that she landed on the couch, and I grabbed the string of lights, so that she didn't pull the tree down on top of her.
Having anchored one end of the tangle, the other end got loose, and poor Bridget rolled onto the couch, with the string of lights getting there first. Somehow she was now completedly tangled up, with her arms pinned by a string of lights, which she was also lying on.
I wondered if she was okay, and I asked her. Clearly she was, because she giggled, and explained that the sudden fright was quite fun. "Could you help me?", she pleaded.
I looked at her. I looked at the green nylons covering fabulous legs.
I noticed that her grey skirt had ridden up a bit, and I could see some inner thigh showing.
She noticed my interest, and spread her legs slightly, giving me a better view.
"Yes, I think that I can help you."
I proceeded to walk over to the free end of the string of lights, and I plugged them in. I now had a partly lit up tree, and a very well decorated lady.
"Let me see if I can free you a bit."
I got down on my knees in front of the couch, and moving her left leg a bit, I slide her skirt up slightly. I looked at her for permission.
I watched as Bridget quickly looked around the store --- it was still deserted, and nodded quickly. She was smiling an evil smile.
I kissed the left inner thigh. And then the right. then the left. Then the right. No panties were to be found. I exhaled deeply on her snatch, and she squirmed.
I then took the entire snatch --- labia, clitoris, etc. into my mouth in a large sucking kiss. I finished with a long lick, from bottom to top.
Withdrawing slightly, I licked the left labia upwards, the right one downwards, and then, cross through the middle, tickled her now erect clitoris. I spelt "A".
She spread her legs wider, putting them on my shoulders to let me get even closer.
Then B... upwards on the left, then two swirls. C... D... and my favorite, E. Bridget was making no small amount of noise by this time, and moaned happily at the completion of F.
As I started on G, she pressed down on her legs, lifting her back, and the string of lights she was lying on, got loose, untangling her.
Bridget's mind popped back to where she was. She quickly pushed me away, and stood up, straightening her skirt, and tucking her blouse back.
"my god... I don't even know your name!"
She then took me by the hand, and leading me quickly through a "staff only" door, and entered a small stock office. Once inside, she bolted the door shut.
Sensing this was a critical moment, I put my right arm around her waist, and pulled her to me, and we kissed passionately. She pressed herself against me, and she grabbed my tight ass with her right hand. Breaking the kiss to nibble on my neck, and said breathlessly, "strip me. Fuck me. There's a condom in my purse. Don't say a word."
I proceeded to undress her slowly. I removed her skirt, and she removed my shirt. I removed her bra, and kissed her nipples and her breasts. She fumbled with my fly, and finally got my penis out.
She rubbed her left breast against my cut shaft, and then artfully donned the shealth. I had her turn around, leaning her hands against her desk, and Ientered her from behind.
"cum for me now", she panted, and dutifully, I did.
I wasn't sure where the woman who'd delighted in being restrained had gone... I suspected that she would soon restrain me.
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