The late afternoon sun peeked through the blinds at the front of the bookshop, casting the first few rows of coffee tables in parallel lines of light. It was my favorite time of the day, and as I sat behind the front desk hand-writing labels to stick on our most recent batch of donated books. I smiled. He would be here soon.

As if thinking about him had somehow manifested him, he arrived, breezing past me with a polite “hello” and ordering a coffee from the counter and sitting down. He always sat near the back of the main room, away from the crowds. From the way he dressed, I suspected his job afforded him a comfortable level of wealth, and yet at the same time his appearance was understated - something quiet and humble and sweet. I admired that. He didn't know me; not formally, at least. But I hoped he would after today.

As usual, he laid out his possessions meticulously on the table; phone, keys, coffee, and a book. Janet, the server on coffee duty today, took his cappuccino to him and placed it on the table. He thanked her and began to read. Today, I recognised the book instantly and smiled.

It turned out our reading tastes were very similar. So similar, in fact, that in recent weeks, every time I had seen him enraptured in a book that I hadn’t read, I had hunted until I found it somewhere deep in the bowels of the store and then devoured it.

Turns out he gave great recommendations - he just didn’t know it.

“Hey,” I said, my arms full of a stack of returns to place back on the shelves. “Sorry to bother you, but great choice.”

Jonathan looked up, his eyes lingering for a moment on my breasts and then meeting my eyes. It was momentary, but enough to spur me on.

I smiled playfully. “Have you got to the bit where everyone dies yet?”

“Excuse me?”

“Humor,” I smiled. “Or, at least, an attempt at one.”

“Ah, okay,” he said, seemingly slightly flustered by the sudden interaction. And who could blame him? I hated being bothered when I was reading - it was partly the reason it had taken me so long to pluck up the courage to speak to him. But he was smiling now. “You work here, right?”

I lifted the stack of books slightly and smiled. “It would be weird if I didn’t.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“I think I’ve seen you here before too, right?” I lied, feigning a nonchalant air, pretending that I hadn’t noticed the way his eyes sometimes appeared over the top of the book he was reading and his pupils traced the shape of my calf or hip or neck as I placed books on the higher shelves. I had seen it many times, and I loved it.

“Yeah, that’s right. I normally come in on a Thursday. I’m Jonathan.”

I nodded as if this was new information to me, as if I hadn't already learned his name from one of the other girls who had served him a couple of weeks ago.

“Nice to meet you!” I said, placing the stack of books down on the table. “You have great taste, by the way.” I said, moving my fingers absently around the hem of my skirt. Jonathan's eyes followed. I reached across the table and plucked the book softly from his hands, lingering long enough for him to see down my blouse. “I loved this one back in high school.”

“Uh-huh,” Jonathan said, his eyes a little glazed for a moment, but he covered it well. “Yeah! Douglas Adams is great!”

I nodded. “I don’t mean to break your stride, but I’ve seen the things you like and I’ve got a book recommendation if you’re interested?”

“Sure,” Jonathan said. “What is it?”

I smiled. “I'd rather show you.”

Away from the brightly lit coffee-shop fronting, the bookstore seemed to go on for miles, a never ending maze of corridors and alleyways and basements and staircases. When I’d first started I’d gotten lost on more than one occasion, and had found myself returning multiple times (accidentally, and somewhat ironically) to a section on New Age, Mysticism, and the Occult. Now I had the place pretty well mapped out, and led Jonathan down a series of tight shelving and dusty volumes.

“Wow, this place is huge.”

“Right?”

“You know, I’ve been coming here for months and I never knew it went back this far.”

“Yup. Lot’s to explore…” I led him deeper, my heart beating, my body tingling.

Things were already going better than I had planned, almost as if he had known what I'd wanted to do, almost as if he already knew the reason I had worn the shortest skirt and tiniest panties.

“Okay,” I announced, stopping in an almost completely arbitrary position near the back of the store, selected only for its lack of patrons and relative quietness. “We’re here.”

“Wow,” he said, looking around the little alcove I had led us to. “This place hasn’t seen much action in years.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, moving a little closer, my movements taking on a surreal quality and my voice seeming to come from far away. I steeled myself. “Now let me see if I can find this book.”

I bent over in front of him, my skirt rising up over my ass, revealing a pair of sheer panties that I knew barely covered my pussy.

“Hmmm…” My fingers trailed across the bottom row of books, absently flicking through the spines of each ancient volume. “Now where was it…”

No answer from behind me. I opened my legs a little.

“Can you see anything?” I asked, my pussy starting to get wet at the thought of my cute little asshole visible to him, covered by only the thinnest string of nylon.

Jonathan cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice was almost a whisper. “What am I looking for, exactly?”

“You’ll know when you see it,” I answered, still pretending to look across the books on the bottom shelf, backing myself up toward him. I grabbed my skirt, readjusting myself, hitching the fabric higher, exposing more of myself to him.

“Hmmm,” I said, maintaining my position but looking back at him. His eyes darted from my exposed ass to my face and I felt another rush go through me as I saw the growing bulge in the front of his trousers. I allowed the image to linger a moment and then stood up slowly. “I guess I got the wrong shelf. Can I try where you are?”

Jonathan nodded mutely. He stepped to move out of the way but I placed a soft hand on his hip, keeping him in position. “It’s okay, I don’t mean to put you out. You can stay right where you are. I can work around you.”

I reared up on my tiptoes and leaned across him, my huge tits almost completely in his face, my left hand pulling my top downward so it exposed the matching sheer fabric of my bra. My nipples were hard from the excitement, but nowhere near close enough to his mouth.

“Hold on,” I said. “I think I know what I need to do.”

I left him where he stood, returning a few moments later with a stool.

“Could you hold this steady for me?”

Jonathan nodded. “I can.”

“Good boy,” I said instinctively and then giggled. “Sorry! I meant thanks.”

I climbed the stool in front of him, the back of my knees now at eye level.

“You got it?” I asked.

“Yup,” he replied.

“Good. Oh, I almost forgot. Could you hold these for me?”

I handed Jonathan my panties that I’d taken off a few moments ago whilst getting the stool. His eyes widened as he realized what I’d handed him but I ignored him and climbed higher, stretching out my body to the highest shelves, my skirt riding up once again. This time, I felt an even greater rush as the cool air hit my naked pussy and asshole. I continued to run my fingers over the spines, pretending to look for a book that didn't exist.

“Hmm,” I said again, pushing out my ass so close to Jonathan’s face I could feel his breath on my clit. “I know I’m trying to show you something in particular, but if you see anything you like while we’re down here then you should definitely grab it. You are the customer, after all. Oh yeah, and if you…fuck.”

I gasped as Jonathan’s tongue gently forced its way between my lips and pressed against my clit. My knees weakened and I gripped the shelf for support, knocking a volume to the floor.

“Oh shit,” he said, pulling away. “I’m so sorry, I thought you wanted–”

“Shhh,” I said, grabbing the back of his head and forcing my tight wet pussy back into his face. He started licking me again immediately. “Fuck…” I breathed. “Fuck, yes. Fuck.”

He continued working on me like that for a few minutes, his face between my cheeks as I stood on the stool with my legs trembling. My fingers found their way down my blouse and to my nipples, where they gently pinched and played.

I was so worked up from teasing him that I knew this would not take long, and the idea that anyone would walk around the corner and catch us only made me even closer to cumming. I grabbed a tuft of Jonathan’s hair and pushed myself hard onto his tongue, grinding my pussy on his face in small circles. I felt my orgasm building already and stifled my moans.

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered, my voice sounding impossibly loud in the hidden corners of the bookstore. Blasphemous, even. “Fuck,” I whispered again.

My pussy began to tremble and my body released wave after wave of pleasure, radiating from my clit to my nipples to my throat. I held on for as long as I could, but my legs gave way and I fell backwards, Jonathan catching me and stabilizing me as he lowered me to the ground. When I looked at him, his chin was wet with my cum.

I looked him deep in his eyes and smiled. “That was amazing. Thank you.” I leaned in close and licked my cum of his chin. “Now let's go.”

I turned to leave and then turned back and winked.

“Just kidding.”

I looked behind me to make sure no one was coming and then reached my hands down my top and pulled my tits out of my top. It felt so good to set them free. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him.

“Take it out for me.”

Jonathan obliged, undoing his zipper and letting it spring forward out of his trousers. It was rock hard, and I knew this wouldn't take long. I looked up at him with my big brown eyes and asked in my most innocent voice;

“Should I kiss it for you, daddy?”

Jonathan breathed a sigh of pleasure. “Fuck. Please.”

I nodded, moving in closer, licking my lips, slowly now, teasingly, letting the moments stretch out as my lips moved toward the head of his penis, my tits spilling from my dress. His cock twitched in anticipation of my kiss, and I extended my wet tongue until it was centimetres away and then stopped. I looked up at him again.

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” he begged.

I nodded, extending my lips again and placing one very slow kiss on the shaft of his cock. When I moved away, it was wet with my saliva.

“Like that? Is that how you want it daddy?”

“Fuck,” he said again. “Please. Stop teasing me.”

“I have no idea what you mean,” I said, softly planting my slightly open lips on the shaft once more. “Is this not how you want me to do it?”

Jonathan was breathing heavily. “You know what I want.”

“Do I?” I kissed it again. “Are you sure?” I kissed it again. “Maybe you overestimate me.”

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I just realized I don’t even know your name…”

“It’s Sarah.”

I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to suck in earnest, my tongue moving in circles around it, reaching out my hands and gently cradling his balls. I licked the shaft up and down, looking up at him, maintaining eye contact for a few moments and then taking it in my mouth again, more of it this time, working it deeper and deeper with each movement. Jonathan began to thrust with each stroke, working it closer to the back of my throat, his body stiffening as I returned the pleasure he had given me only a few minutes earlier. I took it out again and quickly looked behind me to make sure we were still alone. The bookshop was silent, and so I took him between my breasts and let him fuck my cleavage, playing and pulling with my nipples again, my pussy beginning to throb once more, calling out to be fucked. But we didn't have time for that. I felt Jonathan’s body begin to stiffen so I took him in my mouth again, thrusting into me, as deep as I could go, gently squeezing his balls as his cum hit the back of my throat and his body convulsed. I swallowed what he gave me and stood up, tucking my tits back into my top.

“What the hell,” Jonathan said, his voice almost all breath and awe. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you.” I smiled, watching as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. “But I really do have to be back at work now.”

Before he could respond, I turned and left him there, standing in the back corner of the bookstore.

Five minutes later. He passed me again at the front desk. My boss was standing beside me.

“Thank you for your time today sir, did you find everything you needed?”

“Yes, very much so, thank you.”

“And you enjoyed my book recommendation?”

Jonathan looked a little embarrassed but smiled. “Of course. Very…exciting.”

“Good. Then I’ll look forward to seeing you next Thursday. I should have the entire reading list ready for you by then.”

“Reading list?”

“Of course! Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear. That wasn’t my only recommendation I had for you. I’ve got a lot more that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Jonathan cleared his throat. “That would be amazing. I’ll look forward to it.”

“Thank you, have a good day!”

“You too!”

As he left, my boss lowered her eyebrows and looked at me. “What was that all about?”

“No idea,” I shrugged, but with my back still to her as I watched Jonathan cross the street, I allowed myself a little secret smile. “Kind of a strange guy, to be honest. I guess he just really, really likes books.”