It was a warm beautiful summer day in the city.
I decided I wanted to get out and go exploring. I've always liked older, fuller figured, lonely women, and I knew exactly where I could find one.
I had been to a small independent book store recently that was owned by a older, voluptuous woman. The store was tucked away off the beaten trail, and it was very secluded. Not many people ventured into it, and I was always the only person in the store aside from the owner when I had been in the past. I had no idea how the owner made any money from that store. The books she sold were used and she charged next to nothing for them. I assumed she owned the store for some way to occupy her time rather than to make money. An older, voluptuous woman, sitting by herself, waiting for someone to come in.... the thought got my heart pumping.
As I thought about going to the store a devious plan popped in my head. I had recently bought a pair of swim shorts from Walmart. They were the strangest swim shorts I had ever seen in my life. They were more like lycra, or spandex bike shorts than actual swim shorts, and they were an exhibitionists dream. They revealed more than they covered, because the thin tight material formed to the body. Making the visual more pronounced was the fact that the shorts were light grey. When I wore it you could see my package clearly resting against the thin, tight, grey material. The thought of wearing those into the store took my breath away. There was no way I could wear those shorts in public, so I put a pair of normal short on overtop and left the house en route to the book shop.
I pulled up to the front of the book shop and shut off my car. The anticipation about what I was going to do had me full of nervous anticipation. I was actually trembling as I sat in the driver seat and took my shoes off, then slipped off the normal pair of shorts. I was left sitting there in those swim shorts and my cock pulsed against the thin, grey material. The feeling of it against my cock was like heaven. I couldn't go in the store with a boner, and the more I willed myself to not get a boner, more excited I got. An accidental boner in this store, in these shorts would be an embarrassing, and sexually intoxicating event. However exciting that would be, I didn't want to be too much of a pervert. I wasn't here to get into trouble, I was here to tease my fantasy. Gaining some control of myself I got out of the car and walked into the store.
The store was dim and dingy, and full of books. The older, voluptuous woman was seated at the far end of the store at a desk, reading. To describe her as voluptuous wouldn't be entirely accurate. She was fat, but in a good way. The majority of her weight, in my eyes, was in her breasts. She was definitely on the lower end of the socio economic status, and it was evident by the old, white T-shirt she wore. She must have had the thinnest cotton bra on, because I could clearly see the outline of her large nipples. Her massive breasts hung down and strained against the white material of the T-shirt. She had long hair that was for the most part greying. She was the most inviting, soft, and erotic site I had ever seen.
"Hi" I managed to say. My heart was beating hard in my throat from the combination of looking at her and the excitement of standing in the store in those special shorts. I felt like I was standing there with nothing on from the waist down. I could feel my cock resting against the fabric, and if I allowed myself I could pop a boner in the blink of an eye.
She looked up and took me in. She looked down briefly at my shorts, which sent a shockwave deep into me, stoking my intoxicated state.
"Hi", she returned in a curious voice.
I didn't want to push things right away so I stepped behind a rotating book display and pretended to look at books.
