David awoke early Saturday morning, watching the sun come streaming through his windows. He sat up in bed and stretched after deciding he'd get no more sleep today. As he downed a glass of orange juice, he vaguely wondered what to do with his day. Being a bookish sort, he settled on a trip to the bookstore to find a new novel to bury himself in.
Once he got there, he found himself immediately drawn to the erotica section—he did visit often enough to have a good idea of what books were kept in stock, but he didn't spend a lot of money on what he found. He hadn't been able to find a girl willing to let him take her home when he'd gone bar-hopping last night (he generally steered clear of alcohol, since he liked to stay in control) and needed some kind of release. A good erotic story would be a nice change, he thought.
Upon rounding the corner to the appropriate shelf, he immediately saw someone already there—Damn, he thought. He really wanted to be alone, browsing this sort of thing. It was a woman—she looked a little older than him, probably twenty-four or so. She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, an open book on her lap. She was wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt. She had short raven hair that fell neatly about her shoulders—her face was downcast, focused on her book, so David couldn't see her face. He stood there a moment, then went ahead and started browsing, figuring she wouldn't notice him, since she was so centered on the book she was reading. He found a book whose title printed in bold on the spine struck him as a possible keeper. Pulling it from the shelf, he sat on the floor to read through a few paragraphs.
After a couple of sentences, his eyes began to wander. He looked through the edge of his vision at the young woman sitting across the aisle from him. She was still focused on her book, but he noted now that although she looked a little overweight, she was definitely attractive, and her slightly large frame did nothing to diminish her curves. Even sitting down, she was definitely one of the most shapely women he'd seen. Her breasts—only slightly larger than hand-sized—heaved slightly as she breathed every few seconds. David bit his lip and kept watching her. He noticed that she was only holding the book with her left hand. Her right disappeared under the book—he couldn't see quite what she was doing with it, but from what he could see of its movement, it looked like she was stroking the front of her jeans.
He immediately felt his prick growing in his pants. He'd never seen a woman masturbate before, certainly not in public. Swallowing hard, he decided to break the ice (hoping she wouldn't break him for interrupting her). "Do you like erotica?" He figured she must be reading the same sort of thing he was.
She looked up at him, then looked right and left. She smiled a little sheepishly. "Actually, I'm—not here looking for reading material," she said half-apologetically. "I'm kind of doing research."
"Research? For what?"
She looked down and her cheeks flushed slightly. "I'm trying to be an erotic writer. But I—um. Don't have any experience."
"With writing? Or with being erotic?"
She smiled. "Well, with either, really. I mean, I don't exactly have to beat the guys away with a stick, obviously," she said, making a gesture toward her abdomen, seeming to indicate her slightly larger-than-average stature.
"You're kidding. I mean—" David cut himself off, stifling the brash comment that had almost escaped.
She kept looking at him. "What?"
He shrugged. "Well . . . I'd sleep with you. I think you're gorgeous."
