The weather was terrible, windy and, for the last twenty minutes or so, the rain went from what you might call steady to a downpour. As dark as the skies were it didn't look like it would subside anytime in the near future. That is why Marc was surprised to suddenly hear the bell ring as someone stepped into the front door. As he glanced up from behind the counter, he could see a woman trying to shake off some of the water from her hair and clothes.
Looking closer he could see that even though she had an umbrella, she was completely soaked. Her hair was a complete mess and her blouse was so wet it was practically transparent. Although business was normally moderate at the bookstore, she was Marc's first customer of the day and with the weather, she would probably be his only customer.
Marc saw her look over to him as she said, "My umbrella kind of went crazy, do you mind if I leave it here at the door?"
"No, just lean it against the wall there," he replied, trying to avert his eyes from the outline of her breasts and very erect nipples. It wasn't easy.
Placing the umbrella against the wall she took a deep breath and said, "Oh I love the smell of books, just something about it makes me want to reach out and touch each and every one. And then when I get to read them it is even more special."
Marc smiled and nodded, a bit too flustered as the sight of her breasts to say anything. Fortunately the woman had walked down between some shelves and was out of sight so he could try to regain some of his composure. Reaching down and adjusting his erection he pined his neck to see if she was in sight.
After a few minutes he saw her appear and move down another aisle. Able to just see her head he watched as she moved deliberately down each section of shelving. Moving to another aisle, Marc could see all of her, but because she was turned away from him he missed seeing her breasts. As she went down a section she pulled out an occasional book, held it to her nose and breathed in. She then would run her hands over the cover and then finally open it to glance inside.
Most of the books she pulled out she put back, but Marc could see her take an occasional book, gently touch her lips to the spine and then slip it into the stack she was apparently planning to buy. He could see what seemed like the slightest tremble in her hands as she did this. He suddenly noticed her looking at him and realized she had asked him a question.
"Excuse me?"