Lauren was a 45-year-old single woman. She was single by choice and not by lack of attention. There were suitors but, she just hadn't found that one, that special person that she had in mind. Sometimes, she wondered if perhaps her standards and expectations were too high. Maybe, although, she doubted that strongly. Her person was out there. She would know it, when they met. Until then, there was no need to get involved with someone for the sake of not being alone. What good could come of that? If she did that, she would not be honest with her lover or herself.
She considered herself to be modestly pretty. Lauren had never been the type to go on about her looks, although she was attractive. She had a nice curvaceous form that managed to catch a pair of observant eyes even now. Her presence and overall charisma allowed her a ten- year-leeway, when it came to her age. Very few people perceived her to be her factual age. There might even have been a few who had thought that our dear Lauren had stumbled upon the fountain of youth by the bounce that she could have in her step on any given day.
She stood quietly inside a bookstore in the openly gay part of town, doing her best to choose from the books before her. Lauren raked her fingers through her long black hair, brushing the full curls from her eyes. She ignored the faint rustle of her blue jacket, taking more interest in the woman, who had just entered the bookstore. Her brown eyes tried not to stare but, the beautiful smile that the young woman greeted the employees at the front entrance with was hard to look away from. She shyly dipped her head as the woman came closer. Her hands slipped within the pockets of her jeans while she inwardly commanded her thoughts to focus once more on the task of selecting a book to read.
When Lauren's peripheral vision captured the petite young woman, she allowed her mind to take inventory. If she didn't say hello, she might as well have fodder for fantasy while within her bed tonight.
Lauren noticed that the woman was shorter than she was. She guessed that the woman was around 5'3. Of course, that was her true height without those black heeled boots that were adding a nice little touch to those faded jeans which fitted much too nicely to the woman legs.
"And more importantly," Lauren thought, "her ass."
The feeling of her lips upturned at the site of those jeans filled so wonderfully made Lauren begin blushing just a bit. She continued her surreptitious gaze, despite it.
The slope of the young woman's backside met a strong back, rising upward still, to delicate shoulders and a long neck which held a patient oval face. Shoulder-length mahogany hair bordered, dangerously close to black. Only the light reflecting from the lighting above revealed its true color by glinting off the reddish hue hidden at first glance.
Lauren held her breath as the caramel-skinned woman shrugged out of her black leather jacket, then crouched down to look at the lower shelves. It was then that she too felt a bit warm in this store. Her gaze feasted on the full breasts being housed upon that petite form. The gray turtle-necked sweater that had been hidden beneath the jacket molded perfectly to this young woman's upper body. If she were to guess, Lauren would say that this woman was in her mid- twenties.
With a sudden jerk, the young woman stood up. She scooped her jacket from where she had rested it on the floor then began walking toward Lauren.
Lauren tensed as the woman came closer. She debated saying a quick, greeting but, found herself worrying about other things as a bookstore employee came up the aisle from the other side. She was about to be surrounded within a few moments. With this guy coming, she doubted very much that she would have the opportunity to speak with this intriguing young woman.
"Ma'am," the young man said with a smile. "Is there anything that I can help you find?"
"Um, Actually," Lauren stammered. "I want— "
"Excuse me," the young woman smirked. She gently eased her way through the crowded aisle brushing seductively against Lauren in passing.
Lauren swallowed the arousal rising within her throat at the brush and more importantly the knowing smile, that accompanied it. Her eyes followed the woman down the aisle and around to the other side. The aisles were all short enough for her to clearly see over. She wondered if the woman had stopped directly in front of her on purpose, granting her the chance to study her once more only this time from behind.
The young man chuckled softly under his breath. "I'd say, you know what you are looking for, today. Let us know if we can um... help."
Laughing at herself for being caught in her admiration, Lauren promised to find him if she needed help with... a book. For several minutes after he left, she did try very hard to ignore the woman standing in front of her view. When she witnessed the woman bending over in a way that showcased her heart-shaped behind, she finally gave up all attempts at ignoring what clearly did not want to be ignored.
Leaning forward, Lauren crossed her arms, resting them along the top of the book while using them as a pillow for her chin. "So are you doing that on purpose?" she asked with a genuine smile.
The young woman reached out for a book and then stopped with the question given to her. Long, delicate fingers rested along the spine of the book as she answered. "Doing what, Love?"
Lauren laughed. "Tormenting me."
"Is that what I'm doing?"
"Something tells me that you know exactly what you are doing."
Turning to face Lauren, the young woman smiled. She placed her hands above her head, simulating a halo.
"Yeah, right!" Lauren giggled. "I don't believe that for a minute!" Those deep brown eyes were much too mischievous to belong to any angel.
Full lips allowed a feigned gasp of shock to fill the air. "Lovely, you have offended my Spanish honor," she teased.
"We can't have that," Lauren chuckled. "Can we?"
"No, we cannot."
"So what do you want to do about it?"
The young woman smiled devilishly. Just as she was about to speak, another employee approached.
The twenty-something blonde smiled happily. "How are you, today, ladies? Is there anything that I could help you with?"
Lauren would have liked to tell her that she could really help her by notifying the entire staff to leave her alone with this woman so that she could possibly see where this bit of chemistry might lead but, opted to let her new friend handle it.
"Actually, I think we are doing pretty well on our own," the caramel-skinned woman said. She exchanged glances with Lauren which seemed to be asking, "Aren't we?"
Nodding, Lauren said, "Yes, we're doing just fine."
The blonde looked from one woman to the other wondering what she was missing. She stared at the women for a long moment, wondering if they were really looking for a book at all. When they began looking through the sections in front of them, she sighed. Then, she left the women to continue whatever she had obviously interrupted.
Lauren closed the book that she had been absently thumbing through while waiting for the curious blonde to leave. She looked up to see her new friend standing once again with her back to her. There was this slight fear that whatever they had been working toward was lost with the sudden interruption. This silence now was certainly a bit awkward. Her brown eyes studied the slight fidgeting from the younger woman on the other aisle.
Lauren smiled happily as the woman turned around and said, "Um, that shelf is kind of high. . . I would ask one of the salespeople but, they seem. . . kind of busy."
The salespeople were all bored witless. If this woman had, even, looked their' direction, one might have come running. Lauren decided to play along with this little ruse, if it meant that she would learn more about this woman. She walked around to the next aisle. Moving to stand directly behind the petite woman, she pressed herself subtly against her. She reached upward, taking down the book that the young woman had pointed to.
"What's your name?" Lauren whispered into a delicate ear. As the woman beside her turned through the pages, she looked over her shoulder, pretending to take interest in the book as a few bookstore employees glanced their way.
"My name's Deanna. What's yours?"
Lauren let the name sink into her every fiber before answering. "I'm Lauren."
"Lauren?"
"Yes?" Lauren felt her heart racing within her breast.
Leaning closer, Deanna asked, "Why are we whispering?"
