Book Store-ies 3: Horsing Around
Knock off the horse-play. No, don't.
The characters, situations and actions in this story are merely figments of an unusual imagination. So unusual, in fact, that the author doesn't actually exist.
NC<18 -- No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.
This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.
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It had been about a month since the last time I had passed through this area and had a very interesting afternoon with a beautiful young lady I had met in this particular bookstore. Being a man of my word, I stopped in like I told her I would.
It was a Wednesday so the new books for the week should have come out the day before. And yes, there was a bookstore in the town I stayed in last night. Right across the street from the motel, in fact. But I didn't go. I had plans. Maybe.
So anyway, I walked in and went straight to the section I usually browse through and began to look for anything new. I didn't consciously avoid anyone, I just didn't happen to run into any employees. I didn't find anything new, so that part of the stop was a bust at least.
I was mentally wrestling with myself over whether to make my presence known or just try to leave without being noticed. I mean, come on, a guy my age thinking that a girl hers would want anything to do with me?
I was standing at the rack (one of the few in the store that I could look over the top of) and checking out both the register area and the route from where I was to the door to see if I could make it out without being recognized. It looked clear.
I had seen a few employees walking around the store, but none that I recognized. I had just decided I was going to leave and save myself the embarrassment of finding out no one knew who I was and just being considered a goofy old perv for asking after her by name when I heard footsteps a few rows behind me.
Those racks went pretty much floor to ceiling and had solid backs, so whoever it was hadn't seen me yet. I instinctively backed up to the end of the shelving unit and was listening to see which side of it whoever it was might be coming up and because of that I wasn't watching the far side of the store.
The manager had apparently just stepped out of the door from the back room and was staring at me when I glanced over and made eye contact. She squealed, which is an unusual sound to come from a woman who was about my age. Sure, on an 18 or maybe even a 22 year old it might have appropriate, but not for someone our age.
She ran across the store, threw her arms around me and gave me a hug that came close to crushing the air out of my lungs.
"We thought you weren't going to come back!" she said. "I know you told her you were just passing through and that you'd stop when you came through, but you didn't give her any idea how often that might be. It was bad enough that I had to refuse to allow her to work every hour we were open, but then I had to run her out of here to take car e of the horses and stuff. She's going to be pissed she wasn't here when you got here. How long are you going to be here today? Please tell me you can stay for a few hours at least and aren't just checking the books and leaving?"
"No, ma'am. I don't have to be at my next stop until the Friday and it's not that far up the road. I wasn't sure what the situation was here since it's been a month. In fact, I was just about to leave and get a motel in that area and just relax tomorrow when you saw me."
"That would have been a huge mistake. She's been checking out the surveillance video every day. If she'd seen you were here and left without saying anything, you'd have not been able to stop again without something happening to you or your car. I won't say she's 'obsessed', but she's really, really looking forward to sharing some time with you again. And I can tell you you really gave her what she needed."
"Um, yeah, about that... She told me you pretty much set her up?"
She smiled and said, "I didn't really try that hard. You can't really just ask people at random if they'd be willing to spank your daughter. I think it was just the right circumstances when you were in that day. She's normally really anal, no pun intended, about her dealings with customers and the register, so when I realized what happened I knew she was at least intrigued by you if not that she was flat-out hot for you."
"And you had no problem just offering her up for that?"
"I knew what she needed because I've needed it before. I just went about it the wrong way and wound up married to the wrong guys as a result. Blinded by lust, I guess. Since then I've become a better judge of character and you seemed like the right guy. I have to admit that I wanted so badly to have followed you out there, but less to make sure you were treating her right than to see what you were going to do to her. She told me what you did to her here in the store, but won't say a word about what happened at the farm. So what DID you do to her out there?"
"Well now, ma'am, if she doesn't want to tell you herself, and I know that now because you just told me, what kind of a man would I be if I told you? Probably not the kind of guy you and she'd appreciate, huh?"
"Yeah, you're right. So you're free for the rest of the day at least, and maybe part of the evening?"
"Yup."
"OK. Let me check something real quick." She pulled out her cell phone and sent a quick message. A few seconds later she got a reply.
She started typing a new message into her phone as she asked if remembered the way to the farm. I told her that I really good at finding places I'd been to before, especially ones that were particularly memorable. Part of my job is to be observant without seeming to be, so I was able to get a look at the message she had composed just before she hit "send". "Red, 5, chilly"? Sounded like a football play, but was definitely a code for something.
I flicked my eyes away from her phone to hide that I had read it and my eyes just happened to fall on two of her employees across the room as their phones beeped, buzzed, dinged, whatever, to let them know they had a message. They both pulled them out and their eyes scanned the room before locking on the manager and me. I was just registering the huge smiles on their faces when I heard running footsteps behind me turn into a skid. I turned in time to catch another employee as she slid past the end of the shelves.
She looked at the manager and said, "Really?" with a glint in her eyes. Then realized I was holding her by the upper arms to keep her from falling.
"Oh. Oooohhh. Ooooooooohhhhhhh!"
What the heck was THAT all about,
I thought.
"Why don't you head out to the farm? She's expecting you. She knows what's going on."
That makes one of us.
I drove out to the farm and when I pulled in saw her truck and a car. I was momentarily disappointed that someone else was here because I had been looking forward to playing -- assuming she HAD wanted anything to do with me. I heard a piercing whistle as I stepped out of my car and walked through the barn to see what was going on. And hell yeah, I paused for a few moments in the tack bay where we had played before. The device was still attached and the cord was still dangling. Hard to tell whether it had been used or not.
I walked out the back of the barn into sunshine again and saw her standing with her boots on the bottom board of the corral fence and her tightly denim clad ass slightly poked out at me as she leaned over the top board. I walked up next to her and leaned my elbows and forearms on the top board.
She reached over and gave me a big, but quick, hug and turned back to the corral. In the corral was a chestnut gelding, being ridden by another good-looking young lady. The horse was walking around the ring in a counter-clockwise direction. The gal on the horse had blond hair with brown roots and was wearing boots, a long skirt flowing skirt that was tucked between her and the saddle-horn in front and draped across the back of the saddle behind, and a tight t-shirt with a sports-bra beneath -- not that the sports bra was having to work hard to contain what were probably B-cup breasts sitting high up on her slender body.
As I watched, the girl next to me gave the occasional whistle and, to my surprise, the horse would switch direction, stop, and begin walking again.
