It was a cold morning, so instead of heading into DC to walk the Mall, I decided to take the Metro out to Bethesda and check out a book store there. It was one of several book stores in the area that featured half price or less used books or, in other words, it was my kind of store. The ride on Metro was uneventful, if fairly long. I was lucky at Metro Center able to step off the Blue Line, ride down the escalator and immediately step onto a waiting Red Line, but then I impatiently waited as the train squealed to a stop at each of the half-dozen stops before reaching Bethesda.
When I finally arrived, I fed my farecard into the slot in the turnstile and then grabbed it as it popped up from the slot midway through the passage. The two arms then opened up and I walked through. Glancing at the card I noticed I only had sixty five cents left on it, so I went to one of the machines and added five dollars to the card. The ride out had cost a dollar more than I thought it would, two dollars round trip. Well, I hoped the savings at the book store would cover those two extra dollars.
Riding the escalator up from the Metro stop, I noticed a roadway off to my left and some stairs to my right. I had tried to keep myself oriented as I got off the train and turned and twisted a few times heading through the turnstiles and up the corridors, but there I stood with no idea where I needed to go. Guessing, I headed up the stairs and fortunately found myself heading in the right direction. I glanced in my little note book at the map I had sketched and then headed down Old Georgetown. If my map was correct, I'd turn right in a couple of blocks and then should pass the bookstore a little ways after that.
Well, it was three blocks before I reached the street, but after the short walk, I found the book store and stepped inside. I paused for a moment to get my bearings and took a deep breath, savoring that slightly musty smell of books, thousands of books and almost all of them were half price. It took me a while to get oriented, but I finally found the fiction section in a back corner of the store. There were only a few customers and I smiled when I noticed I'd have the fiction section all to myself.
At least I thought I had the section all to myself, but as I began looking in the As, I heard a noise from further back in the store. Moving down the fiction section, I noticed it led into a small room at the back of the store, where I saw a woman looking at a book. I paused and watched, feeling a bit intrigued. She was not very attractive, with some mousey brown hair and terrible horn-rimmed glasses. I couldn't really see the color of her eyes in the dim room, but her nose and cheeks seemed too thin.
She wore a loosed fitting, torn up denim skirt with a white tee-shirt with some faded graphic of a rock band or something on it. Her breasts were very small, coming to sharp points at her very erect nipples. While she wasn't hideous, I couldn't call her attractive on her best day, but somehow I felt drawn to her. It was this attraction that kept me standing there instead of politely slipping away unnoticed.
Still unaware I was watching her, she took the book she was looking at, held it up to her breast and let her thumb slip over the pages. With a sound like baseball cards in the spokes of a bike, the pages rolled over her nipples as she closed her eyes. Watching the spectacle, I felt my cock harden and I reached down to adjust myself.
Just then she opened her eyes, looking directly at me, clearly seeing me fixing my erection. Smiling, she said in an almost purr, "Do you like books too?"
Whispering back I said, "Yes, especially the old ones."
