Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2012 17:22:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: T O'neil <t_o.neil@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Customer

The Customer

Send any comments/questions/complaints/typos/dirty photos to
t_o.neil@yahoo.com I?d love to hear/see you guys. ;)

The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading
this, or if consensual sex between two guys offends you, please don't read on!

So I?ve been writing a couple of these stories and decided to put one up on
here. I?m starting with this one because it is the only real one that has
actually happened to me. For that reason I rely on real events so it may be
slower than the other stuff I will be putting up later, but I think its
worth it. And the other?s that are not true events will probably jump right
into the sex ;) but for this the real life build up.  Thanks!

      *****

      Using my fingers as a bookmark I lifted my gaze from my reading to
look longingly out the front window of the used bookstore I work in during
the summer.  The sun, beating down on the tarmac outside and glinting off
the cars as they drove by, called for me to go outside and enjoy it. This
was the summer following my freshman year of college, and the tediousness
of work was made worse by the freedom I had enjoyed while away at
school. More than anything I just wanted to get outside and have some fun.
      Hearing the bells on the front door begin to ring, I turned to see a
sexy guy stroll into the store. His huge grey blue eyes and sharp jawline,
dappled with stubble dominated his face, overshadowing his other features,
which were fairly average. As he stepped inside he held the door open
behind with one hand and dragged the other through his light brown,
feathery hair, while giving me a small smile. Two boys trailed quietly
behind him, one maybe 9, the other a little younger, possibly 6 or 7. I
assumed he was their dad, and I would have guessed he was in his late 30?s
maybe early 40?s, but he looked great. I kept watching as he walked a few
steps toward the desk and then turned to look around the store. I said,
?Hi, let me know if I can help you find anything.? And he turned his head
and gave me another small smile, but didn?t say anything.
      As he walked down the isle directly in front of the counter I held my
book up to my face to try and hide the fact I was staring at his perfect
round ass, as his shorts (which may have been a size too small, but I
wasn?t complaining) clung to his cheeks. I turned my head to the computer
screen so I could fake some work, but I kept my gaze on his butt.
      For the most part I?m interested in women, but sometimes I like to
watch a guy, or I find a guy that I find particularly attractive, but I had
never done anything with a guy before, I simply watched from time to
time. Now, I couldn?t get the thoughts of my head of what I wanted to do to
this sexy dad. The term MILF popped into my head and I wondered why I had
never thought about the other side of the coin: DILFs. As distracting as he
was once the hotty picked up a book and made his way over to browse it in a
chair, I was able to focus on my job for a few minutes while his almost an
hour passed while he sat in the small reading chair flipping through the
book and his kids roamed the store, returning to their dad every once in a
while to whisper in his ear or tug on his arm. The man never responded
though, he just kept pawing through the book, until the kids would finally
give up and walk off again. He really seemed like quite a cold, inattentive
father.
      After another half an hour I decided the family was probably just
burning some time, maybe waiting for the mom who was in the jewelry store
next door or one of the other shops lining the main street of our little
tourist town. That wasn?t uncommon: for husbands to wait for their wives in
the used bookshop, but without much of a kids section, the ones with little
one tagging along don?t usually hang around too long.
	My suspicions were confirmed about fifteen minutes later, when the
mother came wondered in, found here kids, and made her way over to her
husband.  Eavesdropping I could hear her say something about sandwiches, he
just shook his head slowly without saying a word, and then the mother and
the two kids walked out while the sexy dad stayed sitting. He looked up at
me again and gave me the same little grin, as he caught me staring. I
looked away embarrassed.
	I don?t know what got into me, but after turning away for a minute
I my desire increased tenfold. I?m not sure if it was just the build up
from him sitting there so long, or the fact that he was finally alone, or
his sexy little grin, but something made me need to do something, to try to
get a peak, at the very least. So I stood up and came around in front of my
desk, then strolled over to the bookcases in front of his chair. I did my
best to be subtle as I pretended to organize the books, while turning
around every couple of seconds and bending over to try and look up his
shorts leg. I couldn?t see anything, but after a couple of seconds of
spying, the man spread his legs wider, as if he was stretching and, as his
soft, uncut cock flopped out of his shorts leg, he smiled bigger and more
devilishly than earlier. I gawked for a couple of seconds and then realized
how obvious I must be being and hurried back to my desk.
	Thoughts flashed through my head, so fast I couldn?t think one
meaningful thought, before a new one pushed the last out. This was my first
foray into the sexual world of men and I was overwhelmed. I couldn?t get
over the image of him smiling his sexy little grin, and the way he
moved. Was he letting me get a peek? One second I was sure that that was
exactly what he had done, but then the next I thought that was
ridiculous. He was just adjusting his seat, nothing strange about that?
plus he was married, there was no way he did it on purpose. But then again,
his smile had been so clearly mischievous; he must have known what he was
doing. I couldn?t decide if it had been intentional or simply a
coincidence, so I couldn?t decide what my next move should be, but I had
tasted from his magnificent and I had to do something.
	While I pondered what had happened and what would come next, his
family came back in. They walked over to his chair; he stood and bent his
neck to give his wife a quick kiss on the mouth then turned and walked over
to a new bookcase and stood swaying his hips side to side while his wife
began to browse. Oh god this is torture. I thought as I watched his cheeks
compressing into perfect globes as his weight shifted from one side to the
other. His ass was killer.
	Okay, I decided, I?m going to have to touch his ass if I?m ever
going to get over this desire. I picked up a pile of books and walked to
the case across from the new one he had moved to. Putting the books down on
the ground I put my hand behind me and then took a deep breath as I stepped
back into the man. I felt my hand close on his hard ass cheek and I turned
around franticly apologizing for my clumsiness in backing up into
him. Looking back now I think I might have over done the apologies, but the
entire time he just smiled and didn?t say a word. At his wordlessness a
blush spread over my cheeks and I turned and hustled away again. I was sure
I had overdone it now and he must know what I had been doing. Oh geez, I
thought, he knows where I work, what if he tells someone? What if my
friends or parents find out?  I was mortified.
	A little while later the family grouped up again and he brought a
book up to the counter while his wife and kids stood behind him. He bought
the book without a word, not even answering when I asked if he wanted a
bag. As I passed his receipt to him our fingers touched, and his warm
calloused fingers sent a shock up my arm. He gave me a final smile then
they walked out of the store.
	I was so relieved to finally be alone that I slumped down in my
chair and zoned out. I?m not sure how long it was before the bells on the
door jarred me from my peace, but when I focused my sight I saw the man
standing alone right in front of me. He said, ?Have you seen my wife?s
purse, she thinks she left it here.? I couldn?t tell if he was angry or if
he always sounded like that, but his voice was low and rough and sexy. I
could only think, why couldn?t he at least sound like a tool? Then I might
be able to get over it, but he seems perfect, even down to his voice box.
      ?Um, no I haven?t seen it? sorry,? I said.
      He held my gaze for a minute and mumbled moodily, ?All right, I?m
just gonna look around, see if I can see where she set it down.?
	?Okay. Here, I can help look.? Then we began to search the store,
but it was difficult to look around the afternoon rush that had come into
the shop.
      After looking both upstairs and down, he gave up and said, ?How about
if I just leave my number here and if you find it you can give us a call??
      Looking into his cloudy grey eyes, I absent-mindedly said, ?Yeah,
sure thing.  I?ll definitely call you if you I find it.?
      ?Yeah, thanks. You know or just give me a call.? What? I thought,
does he mean just call him? Even if I don?t find the purse? For what? He
turned and as he was slowly opening the door the desire for him flashed
hotter than ever inside me and I decided I needed to act now or else he
would be gone.
      ?Um, you know, ah we close up as six?? I started off slowly. ?If you
wanted to come by around then I could close up and help you look more
thoroughly? you know when we were alone? so it wouldn?t be so crowded?? I
looked hopefully at his chiseled jaw and then into his big stormy eyes.
      ?Yeah, sounds perfect? He hit me with that killer smile one last time
then walked out.

      For the rest of the day couldn?t stop running the possible events,
that could be coming this evening, through my head. I was so excited that I
might actually get to do something with this hunk, this DILF, but what if
he just wanted to look for her purse? And how could I tell what he wanted
without giving my own desires away?  In addition to being plagued by
self-doubt and desire, I also had a hard time hiding the continual tent in
my shorts that had pitched itself at the thought of his ass.  Damn, those
were the slowest couple hours of my life!
      Around ten to six he walked in sexy and causal. He had changed into a
pair of khaki pants and a blue polo and a grocery bag hung loosely from his
hand. This time he spoke first, ?Hey, your ready for our search??
      I chuckled lightly, ?yeah, if you are.? I didn?t really know what to
say, but I didn?t want to leave his new-found chattiness to go unrewarded.
      Walking to the end of my counter he dropped the bag on the ground
around the side and said ?I picked up some supplies for the purse hunt.?
And there was that sexy mischievous smile again.
      ?Oh? Okay, good,? seriously what should I say?
      Then he turned and walked away. His ass still looked good even
though the pants weren?t as tight as the shorts. I took the opportunity to
take a peek inside the bag he had left near me and my face lit up red hot
my mouth split into as huge smile as I saw the boxes of condoms inside. Now
I finally knew, my self-doubt was gone. I told him to go wait up stairs as I
ushered the last customers out and locked the door.  Then I picked up the
phone and called my parents to tell them I was going out with some friends
for a while. As I talked on the phone I moved to the bottom of the stairs
and watch as his sexy ass moved slowly up the steps? damn I was ready!

      ******

      The next one will be much shorter, but also hotter. Remember this is
a true story (the only thing that?s every happened to me worth writing
about) and also I would love comments/pics :D