I go to the bookstore for plenty of things, new pens or notepads with fantastical designs, a half dozen tomes to distract me for a few days, the occasional coffee to sip while sitting outside to slowly thumb through the pages of my new escape as the breeze gently swirls around me; but I never expected to step into one of my books and find myself tumbling down a rabbit hole of pleasure.
I was there in the middle of the fantasy aisle trying to decide which series to continue (let's face it I was going to get both) when I took a step back to take in all the other titles to see if anything caught my eye and I bumped right into you, my back smacking right against the stack you were carrying, everything crashing to the floor in a heap and a dismayed expression briefly flitting across your face. I apologized profusely and knelt to start collecting them just as you leaned down to do the same and found myself with a near face full of cleavage, eyes fixated before slowly traveling up to meet yours, no heat of embarrassment in them but the inkling of a hunger in them that lit my veins on fire and got a visceral twitch from my loins as my cock jumped to attention.
You stood over me approvingly as I stacked the books and handed them back to you, a simple thank you on your lips and a sashay of your hips as you winked and walked away, all thoughts on what I wanted to purchase next lost as my mind wandered down paths of thought that led me to wonder what it would be like to sneak up behind you and caress your side as I inquired if you needed any further assistance, leaning in close to feel your curves pressed against me.
I shook my head and laughed mirthlessly, a gorgeous gal like that was far beyond my league and I reached for the two books I'd been weighing against each other only to realize...I must have placed one of them in your stack. Too late now I told myself, slipping over to the poetry section to grab an older title by Ally Sheedy that I'd always wanted, paying for everything and receiving a coupon for a free cookie with the purchase of a coffee. I'm not one to pass a deal like that up so I meandered to the coffee bar and to my surprise run into you again, and I can't help but feel the ghost of that twitch from earlier and my blood is slowly running hotter again as I stand a few feet behind you.