I'm a bookworm, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I love to spend hours in the bookstore, browsing the aisles for quality fiction, noir novels, history books, you name it. When most girls my age are hitting the bar, I'm in the local bookstore. It's not that I can't get dates. I receive enough attention from the opposite sex. I am a petite Asian female with a slim figure. I have shoulder length dark hair and dark eyes. I work out 4 times a week (no, I don't know martial arts). I consider myself to be attractive, but I just don't have much time for dating. I am a full time student, and I work in the evenings. I cherish my free time, and I would rather be reading than doing anything else.
On most weekend nights, you can find me at the Barnes and Nobles down the street. I like to stay until closing time. Last night I was in my usual spot, near the poetry stacks. I find that it is the most quiet area of the store, and there are usually empty chairs there. I settled down with a Ted Hughes collection and a latte. Time passed quickly, and pretty soon they were announcing that the store would be closed in 15 minutes. I stretched, and I went to return my book.
I stood in front of the poetry section, browsing through their selections. I felt someone approaching me, and I moved aside to give this person space. I could feel someone's presence near me, and I glanced to my right. A tall, twenty-something man was also browsing the poetry aisle. I looked down, and I smiled to myself. I only got a quick look, but I could tell he was cute. Handsome face, clean-cut, dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders. Too bad I wasn't looking my best that night. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt and black yoga pants. My hair was in a pony tail, and I didn't have on any makeup.
As he continued to stand next to me, I became embarrassed because I was not wearing a bra. For a petite woman, I have full breasts, natural C-cups. (What can I say, it's just genetics.) I worried that he could see my nipples through my shirt. As if he read my mind, he said "Nice shirt." I blushed. Was he mocking me? There was nothing special about my shirt. Just a white Hanes V-neck shirt, 3 for 10 bucks. I mumbled, "thanks" and thought about leaving. He wasn't threatening in any way, but for some reason I felt a little awkward.
I turned to leave, and he stepped closer to me. I hesitated for a bit, then the unexpected happened. The handsome stranger reached out and cupped my breast. I said, "hey" and he squeezed his fingers. I glanced around to see if anyone else was there, but it seemed like we were alone. I pushed his hand away, and he smiled. He leaned closer, pushing me back against the wall. He held a finger to his lips and grinned. I was dizzy. I knew that I should have screamed for help, but my lips would not move. He moved his body closer, as if to embrace me. I held my breath, and both of his hands slid up my shirt. His palms felt so warm. He cupped my breasts, and I had to swallow a moan. Another step, and he was almost pressed up against my body.
