The old bookstore down the block from my street front office changed hands. The old couple that had run it for years retired and sold to younger folks, who moved in over a weekend. I didn't meet them until the middle of the next week.
I went to introduce myself that Wednesday and walked in on the wife unpacking boxes of books. She was wearing jeans and a sloppy sweat shirt, with the neck opening half hanging off her shoulder, she stood and we exchanged hello's and introduced ourselves. She was to run the store as her hubby had a government job that filled his days. A petite 5'2" brunette beauty, I later found out that she was a 34D with a tight waist and athletic shaped legs hidden under her 'work' clothes.
Over the next couple of weeks I would walk by, on my way to the coffee shop, and ask if she wanted coffee and most of the time she took me up on it. I would bring both cups back to her store and as we shared coffee and chatted on these mornings I noticed the store changing, repainted on weekends, etc. and the books in one of the more secluded back areas became more erotic.
One day I walked in, her coffee in my hand, to find her crouched down, unpacking a box of books, her knees open as she bent with no pantyhose on and I got a look at some pretty, white, see-through lace panties.
She saw me looking, but I could not look away and she did not close her knees either. She slowly stood up. She was wearing a pleated skirt that finished mid-thigh and had a book in her hand titled "Sensual Tattoos." She asked me "do you have any tattoos?" I replied "no," "I have two" she said "and I got them from this book, do you want to see?" I nodded.
As she looked for the page my cock started to firm, for the pictures were of partially nude female bodies with sensual, tasteful tattoos. She found what she was looking for, a tattoo of a Snake Head with the forked tongue licking out, down under and up the other side of a large areola on a very erect nipple.
I asked if hers was like that and in the same place. "Yes" she said "do you want to see the other one, it's a fun one!" She turned the pages slowly, obviously seeing my growing interest. The images went from breasts to belly buttons and on to pussy tat's, now my cock was so firm I had to turn and put the coffee down and adjust myself.
As I turned back around, the page was open to a tattoo similar to the 'Rolling Stones' old album cover of a red tongue licking down to the top quarter of some nice pussy lips. I stuttered out "Same place as yours?" as my cock pushed hard against my pants.