Shelves of books loomed high above Marcie's head. Coupled with the dim light and near perfect silence, the bookstore reminded the forty year old of caves she'd visited earlier in the summer. Borrowing a small footstool from the next aisle, Marcie stepped up to one of her favorite sections of the shelves. The erotica section, naturally, was placed on the highest damn shelves in the store. Marcie stood on her toes on the small stool, straining to reach a new volume whose title she didn't recognize. As her fingers brushed the binding of the book, a quiet moan caught her attention. As soon as she began listening, however, silence fell once again in the deserted store.
Departing the adult section, Marcie strolled casually through the rows. A quick glance toward the front of the store confirmed that the girl working the cash register was no longer stationed at her small desk. Marcie guessed that she was helping the young man who'd entered the store shortly after herself.
Sure enough, the closer Marcie got to the back room of the store, the more easily she heard the grunts and moans of the girl and her lover. The slight liquid sounds and rhythmic sliding noises turned the woman on instantly; her nipples hardened beneath her blouse and a warm sensation rushed through her chest and down between her legs. Seconds later she found the girl, minus her clothing, lying flat on her back on a large wooden table. Her legs were hanging over a broad pair of shoulders and a large cock was slipping in and out of her pussy at a slow pace. The cock and shoulders belonged to the attractive, dark haired young man who Marcie'd seen earlier. The older woman glanced at the pile of clothes near her feet; the nametag on the discarded sweater read, "April".
"Well, well," exclaimed Marcie brightly, "are we having fun in here?"
The couple jumped noticeably, the glistening cock dropping out of April's slit immediately. The girl started to sit up but Marcie stepped forward quickly and pushed her back down by her shoulders. Bright red hair fanned out over the table, April began protesting indignantly. Her boyfriend simply stood between her legs, uncertain what to do about the aggressive woman.
"You get the hell out of here or I'm calling the police!" threatened April with as much dignity as she could muster in her position.
"Really?" Marcie asked, amused. "I'm sure the owners of the store would love to know what was going on when this wild woman attacked you!" Unconsciously, she began to softly rub her crotch against the top of the girl's head. The pressure felt good through her jeans shorts; Marcie never wore anything under her clothes. Such garbage did nothing but get in the way.
"Um, maybe we could work something out?" asked the young man at the end of the table. He was obviously embarassed and his erection had softened fast, but he seemed to be catching on faster than his girlfriend.
"We might," Marcie teased. "What do you suggest?" She released one of April's shoulders, as the girl had become passive in her curiosity. Her breasts were small but the nipples were disproportionately large. Marcie stared at them hungrily while pulling open the button on her shorts. The jeans fell to the ground, revealing a smoothly shaved cunt.
"I think we could handle whatever you have in mind," said the boy, grinning. To his credit, his cock was already hardening again.
"Wait a minute," began April.
"Since April's supposed to be minding the store, I guess she's the