Autumn is certainly my favorite time of the year. The weather is cooler. The days are shorter. The leaves are turning into a beautiful array of colors. I find myself on most days now gazing out onto a lake front and watching the sun dip behind the tree line. While most know I live in Charlotte these days, I won't share what lake it is. Just do yourself a favor and enjoy this time of year and all of its splendor.
As you read this, you may ask yourself why am I writing about a lake front. This is called Literotica. We want to read about naughty parts and sexual exploits. Trust me, I will get to that soon. One just has to try and set the mood. Well, try is the operative word.
The sunset I spoke of earlier is absent today. You see I am sitting on my porch as the rain streams from the sky, gently tapping the roof above where I am. The smell of autumn mingled with the rain is both soothing and brings to mind more intense times. That is what brings me to writing this particular experience.
I am a ravenous reader of books. I will spend hours in a Barnes and Noble. There is this place on South Boulevard in Charlotte called 2nd and Charles. It has become my newest addiction. It is, essentially, a second hand book store but it has albums, games, and quite a bit of things related to geek culture.
This particular time I entered the store and made my way towards the fiction section at the back left hand corner of the store. I started off in the mood for Robert Jordan or Margaret Weis. I wasn't wearing anything sexy.
Converse and a junior's dress from Belk. I was completely going for a Drew Barrymore look. I admit it. Again nothing special, but definitely dressing well below my age.
I passed by an elderly couple and smiled. Said hello. You know all that polite stuff. I reached the back of the store and began finding a cornucopia of stuff. I needed a basket for it. I practically skipped back to the front of the store and in doing so heard some chuckles from the staff. I played it up and blew the young girl behind the counter a kiss and winked as I grabbed a bag to stuff full of goodies.
Having loaded my bag about half full, I began to walk to the front. I got to feeling a particular way and stopped off to see what they had in the way of erotica. Browsing through, I was surprised that they had a decent amount of non-Harlequin stuff. I was the only person in the section for a while. I walked along the shelves, scanning the titles for something that I thought might be juicy.
One book that caught my eye contained tasteful nudes. Just sitting there on the shelf and plain as day. I didn't know if it was in the wrong section, but I thought it interesting enough to pick up and browse through.
I became very interested. The book itself was a mix of erotic photos, some explicit while others merely women in erotic poses. One page showcased a woman masturbating and I thought that isn't even how its done. Having said that I am not sharing how it is done.
Nonetheless, I definitely became aroused. I placed the book back and wandered further into Wonderland. I selected a book filled with erotic short stories and took a squat on the floor to begin reading. The stories were very good and I could feel my skin warming up and I felt myself tingle in all the right places.
It was about then when I heard someone else walk down the aisle.
I saw a very cute, dark skinned young woman walking down the opposite end from where I was and with her torso turned sideways used her finger along the skins of the books to skim the titles. I figured she was in her mid-twenties. Her hair was not quite shoulder length and kept behind her ears. Very pixie-like. Her features seemed a blend of African-American and maybe something South American.
She had converse on, wore faded blue denim, a Nirvana t-shirt, and had a Batman hoodie over that. There were multiple bracelets on her arms. As she walked about one shelf in, she gave me a sweet smile and I sensed she could notice that I was a little red at the moment. I owned it though and kept reading.
She said "hi" and I responded with a smile before she turned her attention back to the bookshelves. I couldn't help but noticed how fit she looked. Not like a jogger too-thin fit, but a very "healthy looking" as when an English person says a woman is fit, fit.
I returned to reading my book and I would be lying if I said I couldn't help looking up at her frequently. She was slowly moving towards me and quite occasionally she would turn her back to me. The denim prominently displayed her shapely bottom and thighs. Looking at her, I was drawn in by how lovely she was. Her cheeks were soft with full lips.
It was her eyes.
Those eyes.
A soft blue.
Totally unexpected.
I tried to keep reading but was always trying to get one more glance of her eyes. I began to imagine her in the story I was reading, with nothing but a white towel around her torso.
She continued to look through the books as she moved along the shelves, putting them back, one at a time. Sometimes she lingered at a book. She did so as if her interest lay elsewhere or her thoughts had been interrupted.
One book eventually held her attention for some time and she leaned against the shelves as she looked it with one hand. I noticed that her other hand was absently tracing along her stomach as she read. She was almost to me at this point and as she put that book back, she smiled at me and shook her head, "its warm in here, isn't it?"
I cocked my head back to laugh a little, "Hot, if you ask me?"
"I know what you mean". She answered with a knowing wink.
It was just another step or two that she came to the book of photographs that I had looked at earlier and picked it up. After looking at a few pages, she came towards me and slid down the wall and plopped down about six feet from me. If I turned to my right, I would have been facing her.
She sat with the book and opened it in her lap. She slowly began going through the book, one page at a time, examining the pictures. At times, she would gently bite her bottom lip as she was reading, and I noticed her sweet well-shaped legs, crossed at the ankles, sometimes moving, like she was pressing her thighs together. I found myself looking at her more than I was reading my book, and she had to know it.
It became a game between us. She would glance up to see me looking at her, and I would smile and look down at my book. This continued for some time, and we were both smiling. Then at one point I glanced up to see her staring at my legs. She glanced at my eyes, but did not look away, instead
returning her gaze to my legs. I looked back at my book, pretending not to notice, but turned slightly toward her.
Then I looked directly into her eyes and slowly let my legs open. Because of how short dress was, barely to my thighs I had no doubt that she could see the crotch of my light yellow panties. Her eyes focused on the spot between my thighs, and I spread my legs a little further. I was being nothing if not a little exhibitionist.
Then she looked up into my eyes and I saw her pupils. She was definitely turned on. Then as if she realized she was staring, she quickly returned to her book. If I were a betting woman, I would have placed a few hundred on the fact that she was blushing through her dark complexion.
Her legs rocked gently and soon grew with agitation. I watched with intent interest as the motion was something I could no longer ignore. After openly watching her discomfort for a few minutes, I got up and walked to a spot at the shelves near her, to put my book back on the shelf. "I was looking at that
earlier. It's a beautiful book, isn't it?" I said.
"It is," she said. "There is a picture here that I really love."
I stood beside her as she leafed back through the pages. She went slowly, and I stepped in very close to her to see the pages. She paused briefly at a black and white close-up of a naked woman standing under a water fall, glistening with beads of water as they cascaded around her.
Then she continued. She stopped at a color picture of a tall brunette woman, stretched out on her back in the sun. She had one knee raised and her eyes closed. One hand was arched over her head and the other placed to look as if she was just beginning to touch her pussy, which was adorned by a very small patch of light auburn hair.
I had to admit, probably in my vanity, that in regards to shape and color that the woman looked quite a bit like me. "I love this one," she practically whispered.
I told that sometimes when I look at a book like that, I not only enjoy looking at the women, but think about how much I would enjoy posing like that for someone. I bit my bottom lip and I felt my nipples tighten at the thought, bringing up fond memories of the past.
She looked at me and smiled. "That would be something to see."
We laughed together and I extended my hand to her. She grabbed it and I pulled her up. The momentum of her rising to her feet put her very close to my body. I could smell her perfume. Very floral with a hint of spice.
I liked it.
I introduced myself.
She did the same.
Her name was Danai.
I told her that her name was almost as beautiful as she was. Then I went for it and asked her if she'd like to have coffee sometime.
My heart skipped a beat when she told me that she was open to having coffee right now.
I told her that I was going to buy my bag of book as well as the photo book we had both just enjoyed. I jokingly told her that if the coffee was good enough, I might just have to invite her over to my place sometime and we can judge and admire the works of art together over some wine.
She nodded and told me that she liked the way I thought, adding that if that was the case, she'd buy the wine.
The only Starbucks I knew of was at Southpark Mall so we drove over to the other side of Tyvola, in separate cars.
We chatted casually as we placed our order and waited. She smiled frequently, and we sometimes bumped against each other. I couldn't stop looking at her pretty face and noticing those legs moving beneath her. I could see that she was looking at me in the same way. We sat on one of the benches and began to talk.
It was a very extensive and interesting conversation. I found out that she wasn't in her twenties. She was actually thirty-four. When I told her my age, she blushed and couldn't believe it. We touched, in generalities, about our pasts and what brought us to this point in our lives. After a solid hour of talking we got quieter and it wasn't that awkward what do we talk about next quiet.
My body was humming. On edge. I sensed that she was as excited as I was.
The way she constantly batted her lashes and played with her hair was proof enough but there were other clues.
Like the rapid increase of her breathing. The way her chest rose and fell. They all pointed to the fact that she was interested in me.
Our coffee long gone and the shadows from just outside the door pointed to the fact that the sun was going to be setting soon. It was time for us to part ways. For now.
We exchanged phone numbers and I gave her my address. I extended the invitation for her to come over anytime.
She said that she never did this but was wondering if she could come over now.
I smiled and said yes.
I'd be lying if I said that the ride to the house wasn't the longest since my Beth passed.
It was very comparable.
She pulled up in her late model Accord and when she stepped out of it, she cast a look at the surroundings. I told her about my roommate. She asked a few questions. The main one was about our sexual history and how it was living under the same roof.
I told her it was difficult but sex had to be off the table as long as I lived there.
As luck would have it, Jason was getting ready to leave as we were walking up the stairs. I introduced them and he was his usual charming self.
After he left and we were on the top of the staircase, she asked me how I managed to keep my hands to myself.
I laughed and said it wasn't easy.
