It was just something I did.
Just a sideline, an amusement to satisfy the voyeur in me.
Usually on a Thursday afternoon, when it was quiet, so I could see her without disturbance - no customers moving in the way of my desire and interrupting my current fantasy image.
'She' was in her forties and beautiful - always in a business suit, always looking immaculate and always incredibly sexy.
And then there was me. A student in his 30's who really should not be pretending to browse the bookstore just to snatch images of her in his Polaroid brain. Crouching in the psychology section just to see her skirt riding up as she sat down. Standing in the European History corner just to see her lean over the counter to help someone.
I know. Sad but incredibly exciting.
So this is what happened on a wet Thursday 2 weeks ago when I went in for my weekly fix of my current fantasy lady. It was about 4.30 and the store was pretty empty - I took up my favourite position in psychology again and started my usual pretence of browsing the texts whilst my eyes wandered to her desk directly left of my observation post.
She was there as usual working at her computer, looking gorgeous in a dark suit and white blouse, her legs crossed with a generous amount of her shapely thigh exposed through the slit in her skirt. My mind started to slide into fantasy as I imagined crawling beneath her desk and feasting on her sex. My tongue flicking her bud then parting her lips to slide into her. Her legs spreading to allow me to push into her, her suit rising up to her waist as I hear her gasp. My hands spreading her thighs wider as her juices soak my face - tonguing her hard and fast as she rises to meet my attention.
