itsdoc: Bookworm part 2: PUISSANT… “KETAHB… KETAHB…. ARE YOU OK WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” It was Jaz,
itsdoc: Bookworm part 2: PUISSANT… “KETAHB… KETAHB…. ARE YOU OK WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?” It was Jaz, oh shit…. I opened my eyes hopping up and fixing my pants… She was gone, the woman, she was gone. The books were still on the floor, but she was gone. How in the hell? Where’d she go? “BOY ARE YOU ALRIGHT BACK THERE”? ________________________________ I stood there, still shocked at what had just taken place. Knowing Jaz was steps away, I darted back towards the book nook. They have a makeshift coffee station near the nook. I snatched up a cup and a handful of paper towels. As I turned back into the row wiping at the lap of my sweats, Jaz appeared. ________________________________ “Ketahb! Why are you looking so disheveled, what happened, whats going on”? My minds is a blank at that moment, all I can think of is her, the woman. Her scent was still there, lingering, teasing my senses. I looked up at Jaz spellbound…. “Jaz please, I apologize for that, for this” Pointing to the obvious mess the mystery lady had left on my sweats and the books on the floor. “I was, was carrying to many books… trying to balance a cup of tea and it spilled everywhere as you can see”. Jaz was her usual pleasant self. She was much more concerned about my wellbeing than the books or “tea” spill. “I heard you yell pretty loud, that water is quite hot, as well, are you sure you’re fine”? Jaz inquired while retrieving the books from the floor. I was still fooling with the mixture of saliva and cum soaked into my sweats. “Since you mentioned it, is there a restroom I can use”? I needed to freshen up, reflect, high-five myself, something. Besides that I could smell the mystery ladies scent, stronger than before. I thought, it has got to be all over me. ________________________________ Jaz looked around for a second, set the books on the shelf, and said “Normally I wouldn’t allow customers outback to the bathroom, but you and I are the only ones here……” “What happened to the older woman, with the dress on” I interrupted before she finished her thought. I had to know, was this real, am I tripping? Jaz laughed and grabbed my shoulder. Did she know? “Boy that’s my aunt. Bernice, she’s gone, apparently she has a hot date. Fix ya pants Ketahb, wait… you were checking out my aunt weren’t you….? that’s how you spilled the tea all over yourself.” ________________________________ I was so embarrassed I couldn’t answer. Jaz started walking towards the back of the store; I checked my hoodie for my phone and followed close behind her, not saying a word. ________________________________ “She owns this place, you know”? Jaz said as we walked through a dimly lit hall lined with boxes on either side of the wall. Her aunts perfume still penetrating through the stinge of dusty cardboard boxes and old books. Jaz stopped abruptly in front of me. I might have noticed if I wasn’t still wiping at my sweats. Simultaneously. Trying not to become hypnotized by the sway of her perfectly shaped ass in those cutoff denim shorts. “Wait here” she blurted “ I need to lock up before I show you to the bathroom” I almost ran right into her. She swung around so quickly. My nostrils were full of dusty boxes and her scent. “Damn that smell must run in the family” I remarked under my voice. I watched her scurrying down the hall. Ass bouncing like a singalong dot with every step of the way. “Calm down buddy” I thought to myself. The scent, that jiggle in them shorts, and the thought of what I had just done, started my Dick to rising. “Not now buddy”…… “Jaz, just tell me which door please” I was yelling down the hall I needed to put this thing down, It was ready for action. She was already making her way back though. _______________________________ “Calm down. Here I come” She has a squeaky little voice that I’ve always liked. “Come on, it’s right out back in the cottage” . Stopping, at the door, cracked just enough so a ray of sun illuminated her almond flesh. With sort of a highschool flirty snicker, biting on her finger, looking over her shoulder she exclaimed… “Ketahb, you’re lucky I like you” She giggled, pushing out of the door. ________________________________ Sunlight flooded the dim hall and temporarily blinded me, or maybe it was the sudden rush of blood that shot through my loins. I can’t remember. I do remember my hand was back in the pockets of my sweats trying to keep my desires at bay. ________________________________ As my eyes adjusted. I could see a sprawl of wild flowers forming a walkway to the cottage. “I know this place, I run pass here all the time. So is this like the office or something”? I asked, hoping she didn’t turn around and see the bulge concealed in my sweats. “No. It’s my Aunt and Uncles place. They’re recently divorced, thats why she’s in town. They’ve decided to sign the store and cottage over to me” ________________________________ We walk inside of the quaint little spot, which was actually decked out opposed to the outward appearance. And there it is again; that smell, loud and demanding as soon as we enter the door. _______________________________ I ask “which way is the bathroom” Jaz still hadn’t looked back at me and I was glad. My dick was embarrassingly hard at that moment. She pointed to a door on the right, and ran like hell. ________________________________ The first thing I did was release this Dick from its confines. I just took everything, from the waist down off. Secondly I turned on the sink cupping my hands together and rinsing my face. I could hear Jaz talking outside the door and shuffling around. I didn’t really know what she was saying. I heard my name once, or twice, so I just replied “Okay” each time. I let the water fill in the sink so I could splash my face a little more hoping to calm myself. I heard Jaz at the door saying something not sure what, and then… ________________________________ The door swings open. Jaz. Just as surprised as I, squalled “OH MY LAWD, KETAHB HERE” I heard a thump hit the tiled floor and the door slam shut. She had seen me butt naked from the waste down Dick standing tall like a flagpole. ________________________________ Through the door I heard her say. “Hand me your sweats…. and underwear… if you have any… Goodness boy… I dropped a tank, some bballshorts and a dry towel… in there. I’ll rinse your sweats and throw them in the dryer…. You Hear Me In There” I didn’t answer. I stood behind the door and gave her my wears. “Look Jaz it’s not what you think… I wasn’t doing… ummm… jacking off in your bathroom” This was becoming awkward and now I’m stuck until my stuff dries. I pulled myself together slipped on the clothes and stepped out. ________________________________ She must have heard me exit the bathroom. “Have a seat I’ll be out there in a second… and please try not to touch anything especially yourself” she called from somewhere in the back of the cottage. “Oh you got jokes” I really was embarrassed, but I was feeling cocky too. I knew she’d liked what she had seen. “You know I’m witty boy, as many saturdays as we’ve talked… you should know me by now” The tone in her voice had changed. I could hear it just couldn’t quite figure out what it was. ________________________________ “What is that smell” I asked trying to switch the subject…. “It smells so good, I smelled it earlier too, in the bookstore”? I could hear her coming towards the living room. I quickly adjusted the shorts, my boner had relaxed, I was relaxed. ________________________________ “PUISSANT” “IT’S PUISSANT” her words reverberated in the cozy little cottage “What the hell…. what is that! French for Pussy”? I rebutted “No foolio…. Weellll… I am part Creole… you know”. She sassed. I could barely see her she slipped in the room and went behind the counter in the kitchen. “Well what is it. Cause I aint never smelled no French Puissant before” I thought my remark was funny. A full bellied laugh erupted from me, as I looked to see what she was doing in the cupboard. “It’s an oil and a family recipe, it’s like spanish fly….” she murmured something else under her voice. I think she said and it’s working too. “Ketahb you know you’re the only person that really is every in the store on Saturdays” her voice was more seductive than I can recall it ever being. “Oh really” I didn’t know what else to say. “So why open on Saturday if nobody ever comes in”? She turned from the cupboard with a small, what looked like a, potion bottle in her hand. “I open up every Saturday for YOU. I was hoping one of those days you would’ve tried opening ME up TOO” Jaz had a look on her face that called all my blood to one area. The black heart imprinted shirt she wore was fully unzipped and her asymmetrical areolas, like chocolate islands in a sea of almond colored ripeness begged me to stand up. ________________________________ So I did, actually we did, my Dick, pitched a tent in the loose fitting shorts she had given me. I was awestruck. “Come again Jaz” my voice cracked. “You heard me Ketahb. That’s precisely what I’ve wanted since day one of you walking in our store. For you to make me CUM and CUM and CUM again” Gone from her voice was that squeak that I found so cute, she was serious and affirmative. ________________________________ Now right then I was all down for whatever, nervous but very much willing to participate. Jaz did something that blew my mind though. Either she was a medal adorned gynamist or possessed as Emily Rose. She place both hands on the counter and lifted her legs swinging them over the counter and plopped down. All I saw was PUSSY. I MEAN IT. The prettiest pink slip, full lips and a clit saluting like it had fought for, and won its rightful position. She had taken the potion bottle into her grasp and poured a bit between her breast. I watched it march down her abs dip through the valley of her navel and stop as if it catured the flag right at her clit. “COME GET THIS PUISSANT” she whimpered rubbing it over her nipples. I charged forward with no hesitation. “DAMN JAZ”….. My chin on the counter, Puissant and Pussy on my radar. I lashed my tongue between her, I swear I licked the counter top and all. Her pussy juice ran into my mouth like rain on treeleaf reservoirs, slick and nourishing. She whaled. I mean really whaled. My hands were behind her. My nose pressed firmly upon her. My dick against the counters panelling. I could taste the Puissant. It was divine. She sprayed me… thats the best way I can describe it. A hot streaming flow of Pussy and Puissant flooded my face. I did not move, I pulled her clit with passion my tongue like and oar rowing in her flood waters…. ________________________________ THUMP THUMP THUMP. Someone is at the door… ________________________________ I moved away for a second, disgruntled. She hopped over me like a hurtle. “OHSHIT THAT’S MY AUNT BERNICE” she leaned in whispering ________________________________ To Be Continued -- source link