This is the first part of the sexual biography of my wife, Charna. It is the true story of how we met. We have been married for almost 22 years, but I am trying to write her story as if what happened 22 years ago was happening right now. Some things are as clear as if they happened yesterday, so will be very accurate. Some things are not so clear, so I've taken considerable artistic license in those cases. The parts of the story I consider fundamental are true. Your opinion of core content and mine may differ, however, so read the story with a jaundiced eye.
I couldn't believe my eyesāI had been frequenting adult bookstores for ten years and I had never seen anyone like her. She was young, blonde, beautiful and dressed to show. And she was alone. An hourglass figure, incredibly smooth and unblemished skin and hair so pale it was almost white were each long-distance eye catchers. Up close, these features combined to produce a beauty that overwhelmed my senses. Her shoulder length ash-blonde hair was smooth and silky, and the gentle, natural curl didn't appear to originate in a bottle. An even light bronze tan highlighted her body, and she had no visible tan lines. The smooth perfection of her skin was so unique it may have been her most distinguishing feature. Prominent nipples highlighted classically formed and clearly firm tits that jiggled enticingly when she walked in her high heels. Legs long in proportion to her height had the muscle tone and sexy shape of a showgirl who danced daily. Her waist was pencil thin and bare, and her ass was trim and tight. If she had been five or six inches taller, she would have had the perfect model's body. For my taste her body was flawless.
Extremely long lashes set off her brilliant cobalt blue eyes. Her entire face was movie star gorgeous, and she didn't appear to be wearing any makeup at all. She didn't need it. Just as it was everywhere else on her body, her satin-smooth facial skin was evenly colored except for a slight blush to her cheeks. Each of her facial features was independently lovely, but the package was greater than the sum of the parts. Naturally full and distinctive lips smiled gently to match her twinkling eyes, and her cheeks dimpled at the corners of her mouth. A classic oval shape to her face was nearly exactly symmetrical and so beautiful that one wouldn't ever forget it. There was no part of her that I could see that wasn't perfect.
And there was very little I couldn't see. She was wearing a very revealing white soft cotton halter-top that was tied so loosely she exposed a considerable amount of skin on both the inside and outside slopes of her lingerie model breasts. I could easily see the difference in color between her aureole and the rest of her breasts through the thin cotton. The material hung so softly that it took the exact shape of her tits, and her nipples were glaringly erect. Her halter stopped on the bottom slope of her tits, and when she reached for anything above shoulder level it caused her nipples to escape. She wore a skin-tight red microskirt that may have ended three or four inches below her pussy when she was standing. It was a hip-hugger style skirt so from the bottom of her tits to halfway down her completely flat abdomen she was bare. She wore red high heels with at least 3" spikes. She wasn't wearing any hose. She wasn't wearing a wedding ring. In fact, she wore no jewelry at all, including earrings. She had a total of five objects touching her bodyāa halter, a skirt, panties, and two shoes. When I put everything together, I decided she was the most beautiful and the most sensual woman I had ever seen. I made my decision after 30 minutes of intense study, and in this case my study habits were impeccable.
It was late afternoon, so there were probably thirty people in Kitty's Bookstore and Video Arcade. One beautiful woman and a bunch of horndog guys. I watched her closely and I subconsciously knew every other guy was doing the same thing. I was fully erect and throbbing as I hung back with the rest of her voyeuristic audience. I tried to figure out what game she was playing. I had seen many pretty women in adult bookstores before, but they had always been with a man. I suspected that she was prick teasing as part of a private game, and that her boyfriend would show up soon.
Not that any of us were complaining. It was transparently obvious that she was performing for us. Although she feigned indifference to her dirty-minded audience, the method and the extent of her exposure to those same eyes debunked this pretense. It had begun when she took her driver's license and money from her shoe when she was asked for an ID and a 50-cent browsing fee. She bent from the waist to slip her shoe off, then she stretched to hand the clerk her ID and the money. When she bent over, I was initially stunned because her loose halter-top fell away enough to expose her nipples. When she stretched to hand him the ID and money, she reached with both hands and her nipples popped out the bottom side of her halter. This was even more stunning. .She moved into the book area and picked up and read portions of at least 15 books while we collectively leered. Every book she read came from either the bottom shelf or the top shelf. Whether exhibited from bending or from reaching, she was forced to readjust her top. She appeared to be unconcerned, and repeatedly recovered her tits casually and leisurely. She did it so often and from so many directions that I was familiar with the appearance of each entire tit from the side, from the bottom and from the top. They were ideal in every respect.
I was also able to see her model shaped legs all the way up to her panties, and both exposure modes revealed them. Her only undergarment was a light blue silk bikini, but a darker blue stain over her cunt was evident. She adjusted her skirt several times as she readjusted her halter-top, but I couldn't see where it did anything utilitarian. I was able to see her panties again, however, so a mental three cheers was my observational response. Her overall tan led me to wonder where she was tanning in the nude in February. After my half hour of study I thought, "What the hell?" I was still achingly erect, but she could just tell me to get lost if she didn't like it. I was somewhat surprised that nobody had attempted to talk to her before I decided to give it a go.
"Hello. It's not often we see beautiful young ladies in here alone." Not very clever, but at least I had broken the ice.
"Oh, hi. It's my first time. I just became legal last week and I've always wondered what it was like inside a dirty bookstore." She looked me in the eye when she first started talking, but later in the sentence I saw her notice my hard on. Her eyes twinkled even more and she playfully smiled when she looked at me again. Her voice was lovelyāmelodic with a clear, tinkling, very feminine high pitch to it.
"Well let me show you around. My name's Kirk." I held her eye when I started talking, but dropped my eyes to her tits almost immediately. I could smell just the hint of perfume, and another of my senses kicked in. The scent was intriguingly sexual.
"Hello Kirk. I'm Charna. You mean there are other things to see?" That was a smart "dumb blonde" comment if ever I heard one, and I immediately caught her double entendre.
"There are some truly beautiful things to see," I answered as I continued to pointedly ogle her tits, "and then there's the stuff I want to show you."
She giggled and thrust her tits out even more.
"Come on. The grand tour won't take all that long. You seem to be interested in the books. Do you like reading sex stories?"
"Ooohh god Kirk. I love reading about sex. I really like reading stories that have all the dirty words for things in them."
"I agree. My favorite books are dirty. Have you seen the magazines? Some of them let you see what the books tell about." I could feel her eyes following mine as I focused on her tits.
