Her name was Penelope and she hated it. "Call me Penny," she told everyone.
So I called her Penelope when I fucked her. Only then did she allow me to use her proper name. She said that fucking her and calling her that made her feel slutty and dirty. I don't know why and she never really explained it. All I know is; when I whispered it while on top of her, called it out to her while she rode me, or pulled her up onto her knees to pant it into her ear from behind; it never failed to make her crazy in bed and I loved it.
So how did all this start? Or should I say -- how did I finally get her to bed? Well, honestly, she took me to bed and not the other way around. Let me explain. The whole thing between us started out as a simple friendship. I ran the local comic book/magazine store and her and her boyfriend always came in to buy something to read and would hang around and shoot the shit for hours at a time when things were slow.
Then one day -- she came in by herself. She had dumped him or he had dumped her or something like that. She always kept parts of herself private and hidden away from me. That didn't bother me because I tended to take her at face value. All that really mattered was he was not coming around anymore and she was. Every few weeks she would show up, buy a book or magazine and then sit in a chair and talk about practically anything.
Now being a manager of a book store/ comic book store doesn't mean you get a lot of women around, if you know what I mean. So when this beauty came in and plopped down on the chair and jabbered on about whatever -- I let her jabber. She would talk and talk and I would listen. It was the highlight of my day every time she showed.
Let me describe her to you. She's about 5 foot 4 or so with alabaster white skin, petite with a thin waist, nicely round in the hips and ass, with about small C cup breasts. She has a sharp angular face nearly perfectly shaped, with piercing green eyes, and framed in dyed blond hair that always seemed to be months behind in its return to the beauty parlor. She had slightly bony shoulders, was small and slim to an extreme but made up for her small size by her presence. She was quirky, a little flirty, as well as flighty, and spoke with a raspy and loud smart ass tone of voice that would only leave her as she neared orgasm. She was loud, boisterous, and laughed constantly in and out of bed. She was outspoken (especially when wrong), loved to hug and kiss, and could be more than a little weird at times. In short, she was a beauty to me and the closest thing to perfection I would ever have the chance to bed.
One night she came in just before closing and began, what I thought, was the usual Friday evening activity. It had been a quiet Friday night so far, I can't remember why now, I just remember hardly anyone had come into the shop and it was pretty boring. I was checking out what would be my last real customer for the night when she blew by me dressed in black jeans and a button up flannel blouse (her usual dress), smiled and did a half wave as she passed; heading back to the new comic book shelf. Her perfume filled the air with her passing and put a smile on the customer's face as well as my own. The night had definitely started to look up.
By the time I had finished with the other customer's purchases and was wishing him good night; she was not sitting in the chair as usual but standing very close to me. She was so close in fact that I could feel her body heat radiating off her while she fiddled with the stuff on the counter and made small talk about nothing in general. I sat down on the nearby cashier stool and turned myself toward her to settle down for another long gab session. She turned and leaned back on the counter with her elbows, legs and hips thrust out slightly, and didn't pause much in her conversation. After a few moments, she stopped talking and moved to look out the large bay window behind the counter that gave a good view onto the street. "Looks like things are pretty quiet," she said.
"Yeah, even for a Friday night it's pretty quiet."
"You gonna close early?"
I had been thinking about doing just that but would lose the hour or so pay that I would get if I stayed open and I was not making much then and every little bit helped.
"Probably not," I responded. She seemed a little disappointed in that and moved closer to the window to look out at the lack of traffic and then turned back to me.
"Pretty quiet...," she looked at me as her voice trailed off.
Now, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to women and I was completely missing her pickup cues. I just sat there on that stool and looked back at her. We must have just looked at each other for about 30 seconds before I saw something in her eyes and finally realized something was up -- but again, I hadn't quite realized exactly what that was.
"Is everything alright?" I started to say to her as she blurted out.
"Can I kiss you?"
My mind was suddenly a blur. Did I hear her right? Did she just ask to kiss me? What do I say? Do I just kiss her? Are you kidding me? Say something you fool!
"Sure." I said stupidly. Again, not the sharpest tool...
She moved up to me, parted my legs with her thighs and leaned into me. Her arms were long and gentle as they moved around my neck to encompass me. I was drunk instantly from the scent of her and the feeling of her body so close to me. She leaned into me to put as much of the front of her body against mine as she could. Luckily I had been sitting on the edge of the stool and so a lot of her did get pressed up against me. But I only felt her body for a second or two before closing my eyes and getting lost in her kiss.
Her lips were warm and gentle as they settle against my own. She moved them slightly and sucked on my lips almost tentatively for a moment or two when we first connected. My nose was filled with her perfume as I breathed in deeply and my head swam with the thought of this gorgeous beauty between my legs kissing me. It took me more than a moment to fully understand what was going on - my mind wasn't quite up to the task; but, luckily for me, my body was.
It had been almost a year since the last time I had been with a woman (for reasons I shall not go into here) and I had grown more than a little tired of the one handed offing each night before bed that had become routine. My body reacted to her instinctively. My penis hardened instantly in my pants and my arms went to her small waist pulling her even more tightly against me. I was awash in the the heat I felt off her as she pushed against me forcefully, molding herself to me with all pretense of meekness or gentleness gone. One arm moved up her thin back to rest between her shoulder blades as the other snaked around her waist to the small of her back.
It was then that my arousal charged and I pulled her against me roughly. My legs squeezed against hers as my tongue, almost out of control, pushed between her lips and entered her. She stiffened slightly and then relaxed into my ever tightening embrace as her tongue began to play with mine. I don't know how long we were there; moving our tongues in and out of each other's mouths. My hands had moved down to cup her ass cheeks and were pulling her slightly up and against me. I was trying so hard to push her flat stomach against my now raging hard on -- but my position on the stool wouldn't allow it. My pulling her toward me had lifted her up onto her toes and she was now kissing down to me with my head tipped slightly up. Her hips swayed back and forth against me like she too was trying to move herself closer to feel my erection.
Finally, she pushed her lips against mine hard one more time, her tongue darted deeply into my mouth, pulled away, and she dropped off her toes. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me with nearly unblinking eyes. Her lips were red and full with desire and the open collar of her shirt moved quickly with her increased breathing showing me her pink, flushed skin beneath.
"Wow." She said almost in a whisper as she stepped back.
"Yeah," I responded dumbly. Not much intelligent thinking going on in my head at that time.
We were just there for a second or so, not saying or doing anything. My cock was thrust up against my jeans painfully as I sat on that stool while she stood there a few steps away from me. My head was spinning with thoughts of how she felt, tasted, and smelled. It was like time stood still for a moment or so as we both seemed to wait for something to happen. Suddenly her hand moved down and along the front of my jeans, feeling for my hard on I am sure, paused as if she were changing her mind, then picked up the book she had just bought. She blew me a kiss while moving along the counter and flew out the door in a trail of perfume.
