Jon hurried to his car as the sky turned ominously dark. He just made it when there was a bright flash, quickly followed by a loud, rolling BOOM and the rain began. He ducked inside, and slammed the door shut against the rain which threatened to drown him. "Damn!" he thought, wiping the rain from his face. He started the car, turning on the lights and wipers, and headed home.
As he drove through the rain, he thought about what had happened this afternoon, just before closing. Janet, a customer that had been in a couple of times before, had shown up again. She'd expressed interest in a 1974 paperback copy of Imaginative Sex by John Norman he kept on display. He figured she might do anything for the book, so he suggested they could work something out.
"What what did you have in mind?" she asked, just slightly above a whisper.
He looked at her a while, measuring his words carefully before replying. "I'll be the older Dom who runs a bookstore. You're the young submissive who'll do anything to get this book."
After appearing to give the suggestion some consideration, she smiled a little bit, but then said, "Ok, Sir."
He decided to see if she was serious. "I want you to go into the bathroom there around the corner. Remove your panties. Come back and set them on the counter."
She paused for a few moments, seemingly thinking it over, before she walked to the bathroom in the alcove. In a few moments, she returned and placed her folded panties on the counter before looking up at him with a cocked eyebrow as if to ask "what now?"
"Lift your skirt up as high as it will go and turn around."
She reached down and pulled up her skirt above her waist. Turning around slowly, she gave him a good view of her trimmed puss and tanned ass.
Suddenly, like a shot, the door slammed at the bottom of the stairs, and a young man came clumping up the stairs. "Hi, are you still open? I wanted to get here before you closed!" the young guy panted, as if he'd run here all the way from campus.
Before he realized it, she blurted out "I've gotta go!" and left the store. He silently cursed the kid. After the kid paid for his purchase, he picked up a few things to bring home - including the panties still on the counter - and headed down the stairs and into the rain.
Arriving home, he threw his things on the foyer table, and poured himself a "Jack" on the rocks, before dropping into his favorite chair.
He couldn't get the memory what had happened out of his mind! Oh, how he'd love to have that ass over his lap to warm up properly! It had been years since he had the opportunity. Since his divorce, he didn't even have a girlfriend. Just thinking of what he would do, caused a stirring and stiffing in his pants.
As he sat and sipped, he wondered what would happen the next time Janet showed up - if she ever did after exposing herself in the store. Maybe, he thought to myself, he had pushed her too far, and she'd never come back to the store. He realized then, that he was actually looking forward to seeing her once again.
