As kids we used to go to this small little shop in our neighborhood to buy things. It was a hole-in-the-wall kind of place among a block of shops that included a deli, a hardware store, a pharmacy, and some other businesses that I can't remember. The lady that ran it sold a lot of shit, but us kids went there for the candy, the toys, and all the other junk that kids will buy. This was back in the early 60's, so nickels and dimes went a long way. The place was called Mary's Card & Gift shop.

I don't think that I was more than 9 years old at the time, but I know that I found the woman who ran the shop to be very...appealing. She was probably as old as my mother, but she was a lot prettier, and she always smelled good, like good tasting candy. I recall seeing them talk when my mother sometimes went there to get something, but there was something different about Mary. She wasn't boring, like my mom.

Whenever I was in her store, which seemed like every day, I tried to get as close to her as I could. This was easy because there were only three aisles in the store, and they were very narrow. You couldn't pass by someone without bumping into or rubbing against them. No matter what my intended purchase was when I entered the store, I would always look around and walk past Mary. Because of our difference in height, my chest would be at the same level of Mary's ass, my face at her tits. My cock would get hard and I don't ever remember trying to hide my excitement.

Another thing that I liked about Mary was that she would frequently wear a dress with a billowy sort of skirt. You see, the walls of Mary's shop were nothing but shelves, and those shelves were filled with the toys and games that kids wanted. And in order to reach the high shelves, Mary would have to climb a ladder. She had one at the back of the store that slid on wheels, like you used to see in a library. Whenever there was only the two of us in her store, and Mary was wearing a dress, I would always ask her to get me something from one of the upper shelves. She would get the ladder and I would hold it so that it wouldn't roll while she climbed the ladder to get what I wanted. As she climbed the ladder I would get a very good look up her dress. She never complained no matter how many times she had to climb up and down that ladder for me, even if I didn't buy a thing. Life was good back then.

Finally though, it all caught up with me, but in a good way.

Mary had just made her fourth trip up the ladder for me, and as I brought my head out from underneath her skirt, I looked up to see Mary staring down at me. She didn't look mad. There was a smile on her face, but I was sure that I was going to be in a whole lot of trouble. She asked me what I was doing, and if I had seen something that I liked, but I never responded. I was frozen with fear, wondering what my father was going to do to me when he found out.

Mary was still smiling at me when she made it back to the floor. She rubbed her fingers roughly through my hair and told me that I shouldn't be afraid. She said that she wasn't mad at me, and that she understood why I did what I did. Then she told me that she had something special for me in the back room, and that I should come with her to get it. She then locked the door to her shop and flipped over the sign that said "out to lunch".

She put her hand on my shoulder and then led me to the back of her store. I was still scared, but not as much as before. Mary's touch was friendly, soft, and the sweet smell of her perfume made me feel that nothing bad could ever happen while I was with her. She opened a door which led into a very tiny room. Inside there was a small wooden chair and table, a coffee pot, a few boxes, and a cot.

Mary sat on the chair and held my shoulders as I stood in front of her. She told me that she understood that I was inquisitive about girls, and that she would be very happy to explain things to me, but that it would have to be our little secret. No one else could ever know. She then put her hand over my crotch and she began to fondle my cock through my pants.

Needless to say, I got very hard, very fast. With her other hand Mary began to take her clothes off, and before I knew it she was sitting in just her bra and girdle. I never moved as Mary undid my pants and took my small cock into her mouth. I couldn't believe how anything could feel as wonderful as it felt as she licked, and kissed, and sucked on my cock. She worked it until an orgasm shuddered through my body. I didn't cum. I wasn't physically there yet, but
Mary told me that some day my orgasms would get better.

Again she told me to never tell anyone what we did. She said that we would both get in trouble. She said they would close her store, and that was something that I really didn't want to happen. When I left, she gave me a model airplane that she knew that I had been saving all of my money to buy. She said it was a gift for being such a good boy.

Mary would always take me into her back room whenever she could. She was the first woman that I ever saw naked. The first woman that ever made me cum. And on that small cot, she was the first woman I ever had sex with. I learned a lot in that back room.

And then one day, without any warning, the store was closed, and Mary was gone. There were rumors, but no one ever knew why Mary left town. All I know is that I really missed Mary, and that store.