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From: "Norm DePloom" <normdeploom@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Gone But Not Forgotten" (MF,Rom[and not a festival in sight])
Date: Fri, 19 Jul 2002 08:10:03 -0400
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Norm DePloom
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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit 
without the written permission of the author.  This 
story may be freely distributed with this notice 
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

Gone But Not Forgotten
By
Norm DePloom

"I have often cursed the inventor of panty hose.  How 
many spontaneous workplace liaisons have been canceled 
because of the hassle of taking off and putting back 
on panty hose?" 
-Anonymous Office Lothario


T
hey're out of business now.  If all of their stores 
were like the one I worked in it's really a shame.  
That store was absolutely the partying-est place I've 
ever worked.  

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her.  I 
was walking the isles around the Sporting Goods 
Department and she was the new sales lady in the Major 
Appliances.  I caught the last of the three 
racquetballs I'd been juggling and glanced at her 
nametag.

"What kind of song are you?"  I asked her as I 
dropped two of the racquetballs into the left pocket 
of my sports jacket and the third into my right pocket 
and palmed the ping-pong ball I kept stored in the 
smaller, inner pocket.

"What?"  Her look clearly indicated that she 
considered me to be totally insane.  For some reason I 
get that look a lot, go figure.  

"Carmen," I said reading her nametag, "Latin for 
song.  What kind of song are you?"  She smiled back at 
me with a smile that seemed shine with a radiant inner 
beauty.  "Are you an operatic song?  A show tune?  A 
rock song?"

"Definitely swing."  She said, getting into the 
flow of the joke. 

"Swing," I agreed, "with a nice strong drum 
beat."  I looked closely at the side of her face.  
"What's that?"  I asked with dramatic seriousness, as 
I reached up and produced the ping-pong ball, 
seemingly from behind her ear.  "Here," I said as I, 
apparently, offered her the ping-pong ball.  I did a 
smooth French Drop, then placed the ping-pong ball 
back in my left pocket while she stared at my empty 
right hand.  

"Ooh, magic hands," She said with a flirtatious 
grin.  

"Magic fingers," I replied with a salacious grin. 

"What other magic can you do?"

"I specialize in making clothing disappear."  
There was definitely a strong current of mutual lust 
flowing between us.

"Juggling, magic, making clothes disappear," 
Carmen looked up at me with a well fained look of 
wide-eyed innocents, "is that all you can do?"  

"No," I said as I pulled the racquetballs from my 
pockets and headed towards a middle aged man who was 
looking at the eight foot ABS plastic dingys we had 
for sale, "I'm best known for may ability to pack 
boxes."  I looked over my shoulder to catch her smile 
just as I approached the customer, I couldn't help but 
notice her nipples standing out just a bit more than 
could be accounted for by the store's air 
conditioning.  

"Want to take one home with you?"  I asked as I 
started juggling the balls again.  It was my standard 
opening line.  You know what they say, 'ABC', always 
be closing.

"No," he answered thoughtfully giving the flying 
balls a wary look, "I need two of them."  Sometimes 
the direct approach pays of, in spades, as they say.  
I just covered my draw for the week and had the 
feeling that life couldn't get any better.  I didn't 
have time to get back over to Carmen after I rang up 
the dingys, I noticed four college age kids looking at 
the tennis rackets.  

"What's the difference between these?"  The 
preppie asked, as his friend and the two girls 
accompanying them looked on.  I took the two rackets 
from him and looked them over while I seemed to weigh 
them in my hands.

"About twenty bucks."  I said with a smile.  He 
bought the more expensive one of course.  I was 
emotionally torn, I wanted to get back and experience 
the thrill of flirting with Carmen, but the other 
salesman was at supper and I had to cover the floor by 
myself until he got back.  A backpack; a rod and reel; 
and a Coleman camp stove and lantern later Bruce 
finally came back from dinner and I could take a 
break.  With growing excitement I headed over to Major 
Appliances only to have the thrill die a sudden death 
when I saw her talking to a customer.  Oh well, can't 
expect a commission sales person to give up a possible 
sale to attend the Last Trump Ceremonies, much less to 
flirt with somebody.  I gave her a smile as I walked 
past, then looked back at her just in time to catch 
her smiling at me as I walked through the double doors 
onto the loading dock.  I gave a wave to the guy 
working the late shift at customer pick up and headed 
up the back stairs to the in store warehouse.  I was 
busy counting the un-assembled bicycle stock when I 
felt something warm and sexy right behind me.

"Talk about magic," I said, turning to face 
Carmen, "what did you do?  Teleport up here?"

"You'll never know," she teased back, "I was 
hoping to see a little more of your magic, or maybe 
this skill at packing boxes you were bragging about."  
She leaned close and I could smell her intoxicating 
odor.   "Too bad there isn't anyplace we could get a 
little more privacy."  

"I know a place," I said, calling her bluff as I 
pulled a key ring from my trouser pocket.  "Come on," 
I continued, taking her hand, "I bet they didn't show 
you the gunroom on your new employee tour of the 
store."    

"No, they didn't."  Carmen said following behind 
me with a touch of uncertainty.  I fully expected her 
to bail out and I would have been willing to spend 
some more time flirting if she had.  I used the round 
key to turn off the alarm, then unlocked the door and 
led Carmen into the room.  Shutting the door behind us 
I turned the knob and smiled at the privacy 
guaranteeing ka-klunk the bolt made when it slipped 
into place.

"Guns have always scared me," Carmen commented 
looking around the room, "and excited me a bit at the 
same time."  I stood close behind her, our bodies 
almost touching; I cold feel her warmth through our 
clothes.  "Which one is your favorite?"  She asked, 
her hand brushing against my crotch as she turned.  

"The one I like the best is in the display case 
downstairs," I explained to her prolonging the 
closeness of our bodies, "but it looks just like this 
one."  I took a Browning 9mm automatic out of its 
display box and, after making sure the clip was not in 
and pulling the mechanism open to insure that there 
was not a round in the chamber, handed it to Carmen.  
She held and examined the pistol with what appeared to 
be a bit of awe mixed with a bit more trepidation.  
She seemed to be not at all sure that it was safe to 
handle even after I had demonstrated its ammunition-
less state.  

I watched Carmen gingerly handle the gun for only 
a few moments before I gently took it from her and, 
after setting it on the shelve somewhat near the box 
it had come out of, took her in my arms.  Our mouths 
met and our tongues explored each other's.  I let my 
hands drop to her firm round butt and squeezed her 
rear while pulling her more firmly against me.  Carmen 
responded by moving her hips in a slow sensual circle 
while she pushed herself against my rapidly hardening 
cock.  

"I haven't noticed any clothes disappearing yet."  
She commented as we broke off the kiss.  Ignoring her 
observation I moved my lips to her neck where I gently 
kissed her smooth skin, taking care not to leave any 
marks of our exploding passion where others could see 
them.  As I worked my way along the neckline of her 
blouse, headed for the tops of her warm inviting 
breasts, I slipped my hands under her skirt and began 
to work her panty hose off her hips.  When they were 
down to the top of her thighs I reached behind her and 
brushed several boxes of shells from the table then 
firmly grasped her now bare butt and lifted her up 
onto its edge.  I unbuttoned the top of Carmen's 
blouse then showered her cleavage with kisses while I 
worked her panty hose further down her legs.  Carmen 
wrapped her arms around my head and held my face 
firmly buried between her breasts until we had her 
panty hose down to her ankles.  

"I can only make clothes disappear completely 
when I'm not at work," I said then pushed my hand 
between her legs.  Carmen spread her thighs expecting 
me to feel her.  "What is this doing down here?"  I 
produced a small plastic fishing float and held it up 
for Carmen to see.  

"Are you trying to say there's something fishy 
down there?" Carmen giggled then hit me playfully on 
the arm.  "You haven't even been down there yet to 
find out."

"We better correct that little oversight."  I 
said as I got down on my knees and pushed her legs 
apart.  Carmen leaned back against the wall and lifted 
her knees to accommodate me.  I was pleased to see a 
full patch of pubic hair with no signs of trimming.  
In this day I may be in the minority but I love a 
hairy woman.  With my palms resting on her inner 
thighs I used my thumbs to gently open Carmen's 
already moist pussy and ran my tongue up and down the 
smooth fleshy folds.  

"Mmm-mm," I said looking up from between Carmen's 
legs, "I've always loved the custom of having fish on 
Friday."

"Oh shut up and get back to work."  Carmen 
replied slapping me gently upside the head.  It was an 
offer I couldn't refuse.  I worked up and down the 
folds a few more times then pushed my tongue as far 
into her as I could reach with my mouth being held 
firmly against Carmen's pussy by her legs wrapped 
around my head.  I moved up slightly and began to 
flick the tip of my tongue up and down over Carmen's 
clitoris.

"Ooh, yes," she moaned softly, "don't stop."  I 
followed her directions and continued to flick my 
tongue over her clitoris until Carmen's legs tensed in 
orgasmic pleasure.  It felt like she was going to 
break my neck.  After a long series of muscle 
contractions accompanied by a low guttural 
"nnnn...nnnnnn.nnnnnn..." Carmen relaxed and her legs 
slipped off my shoulders.  

"Come here."  Carmen ordered, reaching for my 
belt buckle as I stood up.  As soon as my belt was 
unbuckled my trousers slid down my legs and collected 
in a pile around my ankles.  Carmen stroked my hard 
cock with a practiced touch then leaned back against 
the wall and lifted her legs while she gently pulled 
me toward her ready cunt.  

"Mmmmm, you are right," Carmen sighed as I 
slipped completely into her, "you are good at packing 
boxes."  Carmen must have been keeping up with her PC 
exercises, she griped my cock with her vaginal muscles 
and milked it with a skill I'd never experienced 
before.  Our mouths met and I kissed her deeply while 
she continued to massage my cock with her pussy.  I 
stood buried completely inside her while she griped 
and released my cock over and over until I reached my 
peak.

"Talk about magic," I moaned as my cock began to 
twitch bathing the insides of her talented vagina.  I 
continued to gently kiss her neck and ear as my cock 
slowly softened inside Carmen the, reluctantly, pulled 
myself out.  We dressed in semi-embarrassed silence 
until Carmen spoke.

"I still didn't see any clothes disappear."

"Have dinner with me after work," I offered, "and 
I promise to make your clothes disappear."

"Well," Carmen replied with a mischievous smile, 
"I'll give you another chance to prove you can do it."

"You go ahead back downstairs," I said opening 
the door after Carmen had given herself a quick once 
over to make sure everything was in place, "I'll be 
down in a few minutes."

"Ok," she replied giving me a quick kiss, "don't 
be too long."

"Carmen," I called after her softly as she 
started down the stairs.

"Yes?" She paused and looked back at me.

"Welcome to Montgomery Wards."







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