Isis, Kendra, and Lila are original characters and belong to me.Wolverine and Hank Mcoy are copyright of Marvel. I do not own them, nor do I profit from them in any way.
I had been working in Lila's Books for about six months. She hardly had any books for sale. She mostly sold newspapers, some magazines, comics and a few paperbacks. She sells cigarettes and cigars too which brings me to my point. Cigars. I remember the first morning he came into shop. It wasn't a nice day at all. It was wet and rainy, the kind of weather that makes you want to lie in bed all day with a good book and a few glasses of wine. I didn't feel like being at work and didn't pay much attention to the customers I checked out, just enough to greet them and sell them their newspapers.
"What kinda cigars you got here darlin'?"
I had my back turned to him, but he had a voice that made such a simple question sound almost obscene.
"darlin'" Huh? Who calls strange girls darlin' anyway?
Without turning around I said "We have SLR's and Te Amo's, we have some others too but people buy those the most since they are not expensive but still good, at least that's what the other customers tell me. We sell them individually I hope that's alright." I turned to face him. I don't think I have seen a man like him before. The guys I see at school seem so tame now looking at him. Tame was the only word I could think of. The complete opposite of
"Him"
.
He was not very tall. He had thick black hair on his head and everyplace else not covered by clothing. Even on his hands. I could see some of the hair on his chest where the top two buttons of his shirt were open. His eyes were steely and blue. He smiled a dirty smile and I felt like he had undressed me two or three times. He had unusually sharp canines.
"Te Amo sweetheart." he smiled again.
"How many?" I asked softly.
"Make it five." He growled.
I felt my face flush. He flicked his tongue licking one of his sharp canines. I was starting to wonder how those sharp teeth would feel on my own tongue.
Wow girlie you need to get that thought outta your head now!
I climbed up onto the stepladder I used to reach the shelf that the cigars were on. I caught myself arching my back to give him a better view of my rear.
Are you crazy Isis? This guy looks like he would eat you alive! Why don't just make it obvious, go ahead "bend and snap".
I climbed down from the ladder feeling more that a little embarrassed for acting like a hussy in front of a strange man who was ,while not old looking could easily have been my father. I rang him up and he reached out to take the brown paper bag from my hand. His forearm was huge, and so hairy. I started wondering how hairy he was in more intimate places.
What is wrong with you? You are acting like this is the first time you've laid eyes on a man.
"Thanks darlin." He said with a wink
I felt like I was getting dizzy. My mouth became very dry all of a sudden. I licked my lips and managed to get out a "Thank you".
My heart was racing.
How could this man affect me in such a way?
All he did was come into the store and buy some cigars. I was kidding myself. He had done a lot more than that. With a smile and a couple of "darlin's" and a "sweetheart" he had basically seduced me. I'm not man crazy. I rarely date. I study most of the time and spend a lot of time alone. People might even say I am a wallflower or a bookworm. No one would ever expect me to be lusting after a very dangerous looking man. No one would expect me to be lusting at all. He made me feel dirty and I had to be honest with myself ,I liked it. I replayed the sound of his voice in my head. I thought of his well muscled arms and what I could see of his chest. I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers across it,my tongue. I felt my panties become damp. It was going to be a long shift.
I was no good to anyone for the rest of the day. I gave a lady the wrong change. I dropped a stack of magazines all over the floor. I spilled coffee. Lila came in for a few minutes to see how things were going. She owned the place but rarely came in for more than a half an hour. She is a sweet, tiny old lady with white hair and a sparkling smile. I hope to be as beautiful and vivacious when I am in my seventies.
"What's gotten into you Isis?" she asked," You seem a little out of it, are you not feeling well?"
I couldn't tell her what was causing me to make so many mistakes. I wasn't one to make many. I had always been so organized and together,and I really had to work at it. I was just always afraid to let go,afraid I might mess up. "I'm not sure Ms. Lila, I don't feel like myself today, I apologize."
"We all have our days",she spoke kindly, "and it seems you never allow yourself to have one, you are entitled also." She is so sweet I couldn't ask for a better boss.
"Could you be pregnant?" She had a worried look now.
WHAT! Oh no she didn't.
I laughed, I told her that was absolutely impossible unless we were talking immaculate conception.
"A nice young girl like yourself shouldn't spend so much time alone" she said.
I knew she was right but I responded with only a smile and went back to shelving magazines.
Finally the day was over. I closed up the store and stopped at the market on the way home. I almost bought a bottle of wine but decided I needed a whole box. It was going to be a long night. I opened the door to my apartment and Sabby, my cat greeted me as usual with a loud, howling meow it always seems like she is trying to tell me something. I just scratched her under the chin and meowed back. "Hey shiny black kitty." She really is my best friend. Sadly sometimes seeming like my only friend besides Ms. Lila and a girl in my Bio class. I settled on the beanbag chair in my living room and had a glass of Sunset Blush. I thought about the stranger from work. The way he looked at me. I don't think anyone has ever looked at me that way. Maybe they had and I chose to ignore it. At nineteen I had only one sexual encounter and it was nothing special. I settled for my shower head massager after that. I had wanted something special, something I would remember forever but two years later I can't remember much. Only that it hadn't lasted very long and the jerk never called me or spoke to me again. I know I am not unattractive. At 5ft and 125 lbs I am in decent shape but far from a super model,with mocha skin,brown eyes and medium length black hair, nothing exotic here. I have been told that I look exotic but I don't see it. Maybe because I see myself every morning when I wake up. I don't get a lot of attention from men because I think they sense that I don't want it. There are plenty attention hungry girls at school.
My thoughts once again wander back to the man in the store .I wiggled in my seat and I feel a throbbing between my thighs. I try to make it go away, think of something else but it seemed that there was nothing else. What was it about him? When I did notice a guy on the rare occasion he was generally clean cut for the most part, in his early to mid twenties. This man was not in his twenties, his body was better than any younger mans but his face, his eyes told a different story, a very long story. He did something for me sexually but there was more. The longer I thought about him the more I wanted to know. He was mysterious and that had to be part of the attraction.
I poured another glass of wine and thought about putting on a Doors album, then I thought better of it. I was the horniest I think I had ever been and listening to Jim Morrison could only make it worse. I laughed to myself. I continued to wiggle in my chair. I closed my eyes and the pulsing between my legs worsened. I had a feeling in my stomach that was like an aching, but not really. I sighed and slipped my right hand into my soaked,cotton panties. I needed to make the ache go away. I fondled my clitoris and it throbbed, I pushed my hips forward into my hand and rocked back and forth. I began to massage my pussy harder and harder. I licked my fingers and started to pinch my left nipple then the right, still rubbing harder and faster at my swollen clit. I moaned and begged to myself
"Please ,please
." I wanted to know his name, I needed to cry it out as I brought myself to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, even with the shower head massager.
I felt so dirty but so relieved. I felt a little better but I still couldn't get him out of my head. I took a long hot shower and looked my shower massager. I couldn't help but laugh. After my shower I had another glass of wine and lied down to go to sleep. I thought about
"Him
". I wondered what sort of women he liked, I wondered what kind of dirty things he would say in bed. I wondered if he would call me
"darlin
