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.
The doorbell rang. "That's strange," he thought, "I wasn't expecting anyone." He got up opened the front door, surprised to find Janet standing there in the rain.
"I couldn't help myself. I mean... Uh... I had to explain ..." she stammered. "So I followed you home... and... well, here I am." She looked up at him.
Soaking wet from the rain, her blouse was plastered to her skin, revealing she wore nothing beneath it. How long she had been standing there before she rang the doorbell, he wondered.
"Well, you're going to catch a death of cold standing out there. Come inside, and we can talk about it." He stepped aside to let her enter, then closed the door. "Stand there on the rug a moment, while I get you something dry to wear."
She sniffled and shivered, glad to be out of the cold rain.
Returning, he said "Take off those wet clothes, and put this on," handing her large bath towel. "I'll go and fix us some hot tea and something to eat. Just leave your clothes on the rug, and I'll take care of them." Headed towards the kitchen, he caught a reflection in the hall mirror of her pulling the wet t-shirt over her head. His cock gave a twitch as he thought of her naked body under that towel.
He returned with a plate of crackers and towels, and hot tea, to find her sitting on the couch. After playing the concerned host, he sat across from her, taking in the tantalizing view of her bare legs and barely covered body. "Now, what is this all about? You know, I never expected to see you again after what happened today in the store. Yet, here you are!"
"Well, that just it," she said between sips of tea. "I'd never done that before. I mean, exposing myself to a stranger."
