Harper strode down the road, agitation making her unaware of the appreciative glances that followed her swaying hips as she passed. Truthfully, she wasn't aware of much else right now, other than her need. The Craving was upon her full force, the need for leather and sex, dominance and sweat, to take control and to ravish.
In her black summer dress and sandals, her hair loose and spilling back over her shoulders, Harper was a vision of desire in the flesh. Her full breasts strained up against the fabric stretched across them, and the curves of her ass beneath the sable cloth drew the eyes of men and women with their hypnotic swaying.
It had been weeks since she had felt the level of desire she was currently experiencing, but then again she had been playing regularly at the time. The last few weeks of work had been so busy, she had been unable to relax long enough to enjoy herself. She needed something to calm her down, to take the edge off, to...
Harper stopped in mid stride and mid thought, as she looked around and took in her surroundings. Where in the hell was she? None of the shops around her in the narrow street were familiar at all, and she surmised that she had taken a wrong turn whilst walking on autopilot. She turned to retrace her steps and find her way back to familiar ground, when the name emblazoned across the glass of a bookstore caught her eye.
"The Bound Page"
The implication of being bound drew her in more than anything else, and Harper entered the store to the old fashioned sound of a bell tinkling as the door brushed past it. She breathed in deeply as the scent of leather bound books filled her senses. This was no corner bookstore. In shelves of dark mahogany wood rested rare editions of famous novels and collections of authors works. A glance around the room showed Harper a literary kingdom set up with precision and pride. The store was immaculate, and without the clutter one tended to associate with old bookstores. Harper slowly walked around the store, occasionally running her finger lightly down the spine of one book or another, shivering in delight at the feel of rich leather against her skin.
She didn't notice the growing darkness outside as the hour grew late until, as she stood perusing a rare book of artistic nude prints, the door to the back office opened and a woman emerged, muttering to herself over something to do with a late shipment. The woman was so preoccupied that she didn't even see Harper standing in the store as she walked to the front door and began to lock the door with a chain and padlock. Half amused, Harper found her eyes drifting over the woman's figure as she stood with her back to where Harper was standing. She was wearing a black skirt that showed off an amazing ass, and her white blouse was pulled tight across her breasts. A ponytail kept her dark brown hair out of her face as she secured the door, and turned back towards her desk.
As her eyes fell upon Harper, the woman gave a half shriek of surprise and stumbled back against the door. One hand came up to rest over her heart as her rapid breathing made her breasts rise and fall magnificently beneath the blouse.
"Jesus! You scared me!"
Harper tore her eyes from the woman's torso and apologized.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was browsing and lost track of time."
As she stepped closer, Harper saw the name tag pinned to the woman's blouse, and decided to introduce herself.
"Hi, I'm Harper. And I see that your name is Kristin. Is this your store?"
Kristin shook the outstretched hand that Harper extended to her and looked around the room proudly, forgetting to let go as she indicated the shelves with her free hand.
"It is now. I recently inherited it from my Aunt, who passed away. Running this store has been my dream since I was a little girl."
Harper marvelled at the softness of Kristin's skin and the warmth of her hand as the owner explained her love for literature. Her eyes took in other details as well. The glint of a nose ring, the dark framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Full lips and soft smooth skin...
Harper shook her head momentarily to clear her thoughts. Clearly her cravings were getting to her, if she was eyeing this woman up and down with total enjoyment.
Kristin paused in her recounting of the story of inheriting the store, a rare occurrence as she could go on about it for hours. There was something disconcerting about the way the other woman...Harper? was looking at her. There was a hunger in the back of her eyes, a hunger Kristin was used to seeing only in the men she met at her local bar when she had the odd drink. It made her nervous, and with a start she realized that her hand was still clasped in Harper's. She pulled it free as politely as she could, and indicated towards the door with it.
"Guess I had better let you out then."
Harper smiled and indicated the folio of nude prints she still held in her hand.
"I think I had better put this back first, don't you?"
Kristin blushed as she saw the open book Harper held, and the scene of sensual pleasure between two women that it was open to. The book was one of her favorites, and she had enjoyed pleasuring herself to images in the book late at night after she had closed the store.
The flush of red across Kristin's cheeks quickened Harper's own pulse by a beat or six. She had enjoyed her fair share of erotic adventures with women in the past, and this one was pushing all the right buttons for her. Intelligent, beautiful, seemingly innocent although Harper doubted that point. The look she gave the images in the book told Harper that Kristin had a bit of dirty in her beneath that outfit.
Kristin took the book from Harper's hand and replaced it on the shelf where it belonged. She turned around to find Harper standing directly in front of her, close enough to feel the warmth of Harper's body against her skin. Kristin gasped in surprise, and as she breathed in deeply, caught the scent of Harper's warm skin and the subtle hint of perfume. Harper could see Kristin's pulse beating in her throat as she leaned in closer.
"I found that book quite erotic, I'm not going to lie. Do you enjoy it as well?"
Kristin gasped at how close Harper was, as their breasts came close to touching, and she tried to slide out from between Harper and the bookshelf. Harper's arm shot out to rest on the bookshelf, blocking Kristin's escape. A slightly harder, yet still playful note entered Harper's voice as she repeated the question.
"Do you enjoy looking at woman pleasuring each other Kristin?"
Kristin flushed with a mix of confusing arousal and a spark of anger at being questioned so intimately in her own store, and snapped out a response as her eyes met Harper's angrily.
"I think that is none of your damn business. And speaking of businesses, mine is closed. So I would appreciate it if you would leave now."
Harper's pulse raced with excitement and certainty. Whether she knew it or not, Kristin's reaction had just confirmed to her that she had at the very least thought about and been aroused by the idea of sex with another woman. And that touch of defiant fire in her response sealed her fate, as it stoked Harper's craving into a raging desire to dominate this beautiful woman in front of her.
Kristin was trembling as she ordered Harper to leave the store. This lovely stranger was far too perceptive for her comfort. She had seen in moments what no one else had ever suspected, that Kristin harboured a secret desire for her intimacy with her own sex. She had never done more than fantasize about it while she masturbated however. Her inhibitions wouldn't let her. But right here, right now, Harper had her shaking like a leaf in desire and she was dimly aware of a growing fire in her pussy. This was ridiculous! She could not, would not give into the madness she knew this was.
