Alex had been walking around the town for most part of the morning, just enjoying the weather and the accompanying Scottish scenery. Feeling tired and looking for some alternative, he was delighted to see the town library ahead. He always enjoyed sitting down and reading, science fiction and mysteries in particular and if they were books with collection of stories, he could sit down and read for quite a while before he did anything else. Taking a break from sightseeing, he walked into the library. Wandering around through the stacks of books, he noticed someone sitting at one of the desks with a laptop and moved towards her. As he stood beside her, he noticed her flaming hair, blue jeans, and a white tie up top, with some kind of intriguing pattern on it. He wasn't paying much attention to any of those because he was much more interested in the rise and fall of the curve of her breasts as she moved while typing.
She noticed someone beside her and looked towards him, he sat beside her and asked what she was doing.
"Writing", she said, smiling her dark green eyes. She found him to be a little older with locks of brown and grey hair, brown eyes and wearing beige pants with a black shirt.
"What are you writing?" he asked moving closer looking at her screen.
"I have a blog where I write erotic stories. I post new stories almost every day."
"Erotic stories, hmm?"
"Yes. Here's my blog."
She clicked open a browser window and a small picture of her in a sheer white dress popped up, and after a few more clicks a bunch of erotic photos and series of stories followed. As she scrolled down, he read the titles, "Elevator - Chapter 2", "The Cowboy and the Lady", "Blind Date".
"Interesting ", he said. "Where do you get your ideas?"
"Some are real, and some are made up, but I'm not going into detail", she smiled again.
"I'm Alex", he said holding out his right hand.
"Kat", she replied, taking his, and resting hers in it. He gripped her hand firmly, and shook, looking into her eyes. She could feel his gaze piercing her.
"You look like you've been working up a sweat", she commented.
"I decided to have a break from sightseeing, but couldn't realize earlier that the scenery was going to be just as good in the local library."
She smiled at him again, letting go of his hand, her face reddening slightly. He wasn't the most handsome man in the world, but she felt warmth emanating from him. He moved a little closer and asked "What else do you do, besides writing?"
She found herself opening up to him, talking about her college, her boring lecturers and her job at the museum. In turn, he smiled and discussed about his job as a being professor back home "giving out boring lectures", his love of travel, and details about some of the places he had been, or had yet to go. Almost an hour passed as they sat in the corner of the library and it felt comfortable. She asked him if he wanted to read one of her stories, and when he nodded, she opened one of her favourite stories for him and moved her laptop over. He became engrossed in it, scrolling down page by page slowly. He found himself shifting a bit when he came to the naughtier bits. When he finished it, she could see that his breathing was a little harder.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
"Very much so", he answered looking into her eyes again. "You know, this place doesn't seem too busy for a library."
