Fox and Kitty

Tucked away at the ass end of a dead end street is where he had discovered the place, looking like a remnant of the last century. A book store aptly called The Book Nook.

From the outside it wasn’t very inviting. Run down and and disheveled as it was. However inside was the coolest little book store he had ever seen.

You’d forgive the fine coating of dust for all its charm and its quaint personality. Everything was solid wood with hand crafted built in shelves and even a comfortable looking window seat that had yesterday contained one ancient looking, snoozing shop cat.

The smell had been that great aging paper scent and the lighting was very warm and natural. Not the brash white in the office buildings he was so used to.

He had been disappointed that he had happened upon it by mistake on his way to an appointment and couldn’t stay. Promising himself that he would come back tomorrow afternoon, he had opened the door to leave when a woman had come rushing in, holding books above her head to shelter her from the rain that had begun to fall outside.

When their eyes met for a brief second, he was transfixed as they nodded to one another. And when she passed he could smell her faint perfume as she glided by him hurriedly, already shouting out to the owner lost somewhere in the stacks. “Sam? Sorry I’m late, the line for coffee was madness!” Her voice trailed off as the door closed between them.

He watched her walk away through the ornate slivers of glass in the wooden door and noticed the bottom of her elegantly high heels, they were candy apple red.

He smiled to himself approvingly as he turned to go, finally beginning to feel the rain. As he hustled off to his appointment he wondered if she perhaps worked there, and if she’d be there tomorrow afternoon.

As he was getting ready the next day, he had thought to spritz himself with a little cologne. You know, just in case. For some reason the woman he had seen at the book store had not been far from his mind.

To his dismay, she was not there when he had arrived. He scoffed at himself quietly, what did he think was going to happen anyway? He nodded to a man who was most likely the owner as he began to browse. The sedentary looking older man had said his greetings and told him to make himself at home.

The store was a good consolation for his folly, he thought as he perused the multitudes of interesting books. There were so very many that they were overflowing from the shelves leaving haphazard piles stacked here and there about the place. Pacing lazily through the maze, he thumbed through many volumes of tex before coming across a fascinating book about the exploits of The Marquis De Sade.

Gathering his pile of leafy treasures, he made his way to the window seat to further examine them. As if it had been an unspoken invitation to join him, the ancient and grizzled looking feline from yesterday materialized out of seemingly nowhere to hop up and silently plant itself next to him.

He obliged the old grey thing with a scratch behind the ears as he gazed around, taking in the slightly otherworldly presence of the store more fully. The crown moulding, the wrought iron stair case winding up into the ceiling, the old world maps and potted plants. It’s unusual decorations, small statues and brick a brach.

As he absently petted the cat, he heard a jingle from the it’s collar, looking more closely at the tag, it read “Shakespeare”. He looked the cat in the eye and whispered “I love your work.” The cat blinked lazily at him and turned away to curl up disinterestedly and promptly fell asleep. He chuckled to himself and picked up his exciting find and began to read.

The Marquis was a fascinating character, a rock star in his own mind. He was a hedonist who indulged in whatever fantasy that flew into his mind. An embarrassment to his wife, who was a very wealthy woman, she loved and indulged him non the less. During a time of incarceration, he wrote the most lurid tales and had them snuck out of the asylum where he was imprisoned, to have them published and stir up the unwashed masses.

The book itself was beautiful as well, the cover handmade and the font was beautiful and befitting an egocentric artist like De Sade. And make no mistake, he was an artist.
His stories were known to whip young people into a sexual frenzy. They contained all the scandalous sinful tidbits you could possibly imagine.

As he read on, he became flushed and a little excited. Good thing the owner was half asleep behind the counter up front.

Just then, he heard the bells of the front door tinkling, signalling that someone had entered. Looking up from his dirty hardcover, he saw her breezing in. Her long chestnut curls bouncing in the light as she moved past him. Flitting to somewhere in the back of the store to hang her jacket, he guessed, and she greeted the dozing Sam.

When she returned with a pile of books, she seated herself at a small round table adjacent to him in the centre of the shop. She hadn’t even noticed him sitting there, a slight awkward boner in his pants. What a time to be reading such stimulating text.

He could see her profile, as she splayed out the books and began to read from one and then furiously write in another. She was lovely, her delicate features complimented by the natural colours of her clothes.

She was wearing a sandy coloured sweater that clung to her body, her breasts created a pleasing shape below the V neck of the soft looking fabric. Her black knee length skirt had ridden up slightly to show just a hint of her thigh. As his gaze traveled the length of her legs, down to her ankles that were crossed under her chair, he glimpsed the candy apple colour on the bottom of her heels.

So sexy, those shoes, he thought. And just when he had alerted himself to the fact that he was ogling her, she looked up and noticed him. He hadn’t had time to look away when she met his eyes. She had caught him.

“Studying hard?” He stammered. He could feel the pink rising in his cheeks.

She eyed him for a minute, looking him over. “By the looks of what you are reading, you are too.” she said with a sly sparkle in her eye.

He sat staring at her searching his mind for the joke he had missed, he’d already forgotten the book in his hand. Coming to his senses, he turned the cover of the book to face himself and then chuckled meeting her mischievous smirk.

“You caught me.” He managed while facepalming himself in his mind. “Have you read it?” He asked in earnest curiosity.

“What would it say about me if I have?” She responded. He thought for a minute and quipped “What does it say about me that I’m reading it now?” He replied.

She furrowed her brow and assessed him. “You look fairly normal to me.” She said, smiling warmly at him. “As do you.” He smiled back. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Do you always go around asking women if they’ve read Victorian porn?” “So you HAVE read it then!” He retorted. It was her turn to blush. They laughed together for a moment before she looked down at the book in front of her. “Besides, it can’t all be true.”

“What can’t be true?” he asked. “Well..” She murmured “All the things they say he did.” He paused, puzzled. “Why not?”
“It was all so sordid… I didn’t read it all.” She said sheepishly.

“I think it’s fascinating, he was fascinating. He did what he wanted to do, unleashed passion upon the repressed.” He said opening the book up to let the pages cascade from the front cover to the back. “You’ve missed some of the best parts if you haven’t read it to the end…”

“Oh?” She queried, looking up from her book. “Oh yes!” he said, slyly. “I could show you, if you like.” He offered, nodding to he seat beside him where the grey cat slept

She thought for a moment and turned to face him. “I don’t even know your name and you are already trying to corrupt me.” He smiled and extended his hand out to her, hoping she would approach him. “My name is Fox.” He said.

As she slid her chair back from the table, it scraped noisily on the floor. Hesitating, she looked at him and then stood up. Extending her hand as she walked quietly to him, “Kitty.” She said. “My name is Kitty.”

Gently shoving the disgruntled cat to make room for her, the feline gave them both a dirty look and presented its ass to them as it walked away.

They finished their handshake as she sat next to but not touching him. They stared at one another for a second and he couldn’t help the excitement rising within him, he could smell her perfume, it was intoxicating.

“Well…” She prompted. “Read me something.”

Shaking himself from the stupor of her heady scent, he cleared his throat. Flipping the pages carefully, looking for something apt for the moment. He came upon the text he had been seeking and he began to read aloud.

“Voluptuaries of all ages, of every sex, it is to you only that I offer this work; nourish yourselves upon its principles: they favor your passions, and these passions, whereof coldly insipid moralists put you in fear, are naught but the means Nature employs to bring man to the ends she prescribes to him; hearken only to these delicious Promptings, for no voice save that of the passions can conduct you to happiness.”

“Do you know what it means?” He asked. She responded quickly “Yes, he wrote it for his fellow perverts.” She laughed nervously. “That.” He said “And that your passions will set you free and make you happy.” He added triumphantly. “Do you think that’s true?” She asked, looking up at him.

Was she being coy with him? She leaned in slightly and put her head on his shoulder.
Oh my god! He thought to himself, is this an invitation? He lowered his face into her hair and breathed her in.

Reaching for her hand, he clasped her tiny fingers in his. As she lifted her face up to him, he brushed her cheek with the tip of his nose until it grazed her ear. Then nuzzling her neck, he kissed her there, the small veins under the delicate skin of her throat pumping softly under his lips.

She giggled and shuddered slightly. Reaching up to touch her, he turned her chin up to him so their lips would align. She leaned into his kiss with a warmth that surprised him. Pulling their clasped hands into her lap, she untangled her fingers from his to place his hand on her knee just below the hem of her flowy skirt.

He was swelling inside his shorts. Was this actually happening? His fingertips circled her knee cap and then stealing under her skirt began to travel up the length of her thigh. She was looking up at him, calling him in with her eyes.

Just then an eruption of snores escaped the sleeping shop keep behind the counter, startling the slumbering cat now at his feet. Jesus! He’d forgotten the man was there. Turning to see if they had been discovered, she was already up and pulling him to his feet with her finger over her mouth in a shushing gesture.

Giggling she lead him through the stacks and and up the winding stair case. As she ascended, he could see up her skirt. No panties, this is amazing! He marvelled to himself as the climb revealed her peachy pussy with each step. His pants had become uncomfortably tight.

The opening at the top of the stairs lead them into a small store room that was dimly lit. There were open boxes and stacks of books strewn about the floor. And against the walls more racks of books that by the looks of them had seen better days.

When she came to a stop under the naked bulb that hung in the centre of the room, their hands were still entangled. She was so sexy standing there, waiting to see what he would do next. He just looked at her, taking her in. He wanted to memorize every detail of her for his future dreams.

He approached her then, reaching for her face he pulled her to him. Her mouth was warm and yielding as he probed inside with his excited tongue. He lead his hands over her body, the soft material of her clothing pleasing to his hands as they surfed over her curves.

Wrapping his well muscled arms around her waist, he turned and guided her body across the hardwood floor until they met the book shelf against the wall. Kissing her all over, her neck her collarbone, her stomach, he knelt before her.

Taking her slender leg in his hand he used his other one to lift her skirt only slightly to kiss her thigh. Kissing his way over he knee cap and down her shin to her ankle. Her skin was so soft. She pointed her toe as if to present her foot to him. He took it, grasping under the red arch and lifted it to his lips then kissing the tip of her little black shoe and over the top of her foot, he began to remove the shiny heel. She whispered to him “Leave them on.”

Grinning up at her, he rose up to press his face into the silky skirt over her pubic bone. Gathering the material up in his fists, he held it up against her belly as he nuzzled into her soft chestnut coloured pubic hair, she opened her long fine legs to him.

Growling slightly, he stood up to face her, reaching for her waist, he pulled her tawny sweater up over her head, her dark curls cascading over her shoulders as they passed through the V neck. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he unhooked the clasp on her lacy black braw. Letting it fall to the floor between them, he leaned back to appreciate what he had uncovered. They were prefect, and pert, her nipples like stiff little pencil erasers.

Lifting her wrists up and over her head, he let his fingertips trace the length of her arms and torso. Then gathering her breasts in his hands, he sucked one nipple into his mouth, nibbling it tentatively at first and then a little more aggressively when he heard a small moan escape her. Switching back and forth between them he nibbled and sucked.

Taking little love bites, he kissed and nibbled his way down over her belly. Grasping her hips strongly, he ordered her to turn around to face the shelves as he twisted her body to face away. Lifting her skirt to expose her rounded cheeks, she bent over slightly to reveal her pink lips to him. He was throbbing inside the prison of his pants.

Kneeling again, his gripping fingertips sinking into her ass, he bit her, gently at first and then with increasing pressure as she flexed under his teeth. Crawling backwards slightly pulling her hips to him, she leaned further forward and spread her legs, her red heeled shoes clicking on the floor beneath them.

“Mmm” he cooed as he leaned foreward to breath in her scent, slightly musky and inviting. He nibbled and licked his way into her. Spreading her cheeks apart, she bloomed for him, all swollen and slick. He drank her in, munching and biting at her. She hummed and wiggled her butt onto his face until her puckered star rested on the tip of his nose.

Flattening his tongue he lapped at it, slithering from her clit up through her lips then breaching her back door with just the tip of it. She purred and hummed again under her breath as he ate her hungrily, his face becoming glazed with her juices.

Unzipping his pants, as he could no longer remain inside them, he tugged his dick until his testes rested on the band of his underwear. Stroking himself as he devoured her pussy.

Standing, he slid the head of his cock through her lips, he rocked back and forth in her wetness. Curving himself up to meet her clit in the front, he rubbed it with his slick steel hard rod until she was twitching. He entered her then, her pussy sucking him in like a hungry mouth. He groaned as he breached her slowly until his hips were fully thrust against her. They shuddered together as he reached bottom.

Wanting to hear her moan, he stayed deep inside her and flexed as he bumped against her luscious cheeks. “Ooooh” she purred from under him. Leaning back so that he could watch, he gripped her hips and pulled her onto him, impaling her. Then pulling back oh so slowly to see his cock glisten in the dim attic light. He wanted to savour every sensation, every vision of her.

She was panting quietly now as she held her balance with one hand on the shelf, the other hand reached down to pinch her nipple before it made its way to her pulsing clit.
Wetting her fingertips with her own juices, she let his cock glide between them as she stroked her swollen lips and little pink bean.

It was almost too much for him but he didn’t want it to end. Pulling out slowly, he turned her to face him. Raising her arms to receive him, he whispered in her ear “don’t stop touching yourself”. She grinned up at him and complied.

Reaching around her, he gripped her ass tightly and hoisted her up onto his hips as she wrapped her legs around him, still stroking herself. Maintaining balance quite well, he thought, he stepped out of his pants as he carried her across the small room to a square mid hight table covered in shabby looking books in the corner, knocking most of them to the floor as he laid her down. Shoving the rest carelessly over as she scooted herself back, she raised her knees until her heels rested upon the table, opening to him as she continued to rub herself pulling her skirt up.

Reaching for him under her leg with her other hand, he angled forward and knelt as she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him in. He licked and sucked at her as she pleasured herself. Placing his thumb in his mouth to wet it, he then circled her little star. Pressing into her, she moaned and relaxed around it.

He was still licking at her between their busy fingers as his thumb moved inside her. He could feel her tensing up, she was close and he was still hard as a rock. Pulling his hair as she began to climax, her ass lifted off the table. She groaned deeply as she started to cum. His thumb circling inside her while he licked up the creamy liquid as it ran down his thumb and her ass. She thundered under him, still pulling his hair.

He pulled away from her only long enough to reposition himself above her. Penetrating her, her pussy still throbbing, he thrusted with intention this time as she wrapped her legs and arms around him. They kissed and clutched at one another as they collided upon the table. Using the top of her thighs for leverage, he sunk deeper and deeper into her. Her snug pussy a universe of light that had him and he was going to blow.

Pulling out just before, he stroked himself with her pussy lips, pressing their bodies together as he came in hot spurts through her pubic hair and onto her belly. Still heaving they groaned and panted together as she pulled him tightly to her.

Kissing her with deep breaths he pulled her gingerly to the floor beside him and into his arms. They laid there, he in his button up and under shirt and she in her rumpled skirt. Just caressing one another, kissing warmly and basking in the afterglow.

When their breath had returned to them, he had unbuttoned and taken off his over shirt so he could use his under shirt to clean his cum off of her skin. And when they had dressed and were returning the piles of discarded books to the table she said “I guess the Marquis was right, man is happier when he indulges his passions.”
“I can’t argue the point at the moment.” He whispered slyly.

Just then the phone rang from the shop below. After calling Kittie’s name several times, they heard the owner answer with a less than welcoming “Book Nook, how can I help you?”

Kitty glanced at her watch and gasped, “it’s 4:00! I have to take that call!” As she turned to hurry away. “It’s my professor!”

“Wait!” He started after her, “May I see you again?” he asked as the shop keep began to holler her name loudly. She turned to kiss him sweetly. “You know where to find me.” She said with a wink and hurried down the winding stairs.

When Fox had put himself together and stuffed his undershirt as far into his pocket as he could manage, he peered down through the stair opening to see if he would be caught sneaking down. He couldn’t see either kitty or the Sam.

After ascending the staircase and gathering his books, he rang the bell at the till, hoping to say goodbye to kitty before he left. To his dismay the old man had come to ring him up.

As fox scrawled his name and number on the back of one of the Book Nook’s business cards, he told the tired looking man that it was meant for Kitty, in case she wanted to borrow his newly bought book on the Marquis De Sade. The man laughed hardily and asked “That one? She’s already read it a hundred times! She studying human sexuality in university or something. She only works here part time but I’ll pass it along to her.” He chuckled.

Turning to go, Fox scanned the shop for Kitty one last time, just as she leaned out of a door near the back, phone still to her ear. Stepping out just slightly and turning her foot as she winked at him, he could see just a sliver of her candy apple red heel.

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