Taken in the Bookstore - Fourplay - Part Two
My heart raced. I pulled off my sweater, laid it over my bag, sneaked a squirt of scent. I was glad I’d shaved my pits and bikini line that morning.
Taken in the Bookstore
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Taken in the Bookstore - The Author
The bookstore was ridiculously busy, and hot. Or maybe I was the hot one. After all, I was going to meet the lust of my life for the first time.
He was gorgeous. It was my destiny to be with him. I knew it. Well, that was the dream, because right then I hadn’t met him yet. To be honest, I’d only just learnt his name and sure as hell did not know how to get in his pants or get him in mine. I hadn’t read his book. I didn’t even understand the topic. But when I walked past the bookstore and saw him in the window doing a book signing, I literally stopped in my tracks.
After nearly being knocked down by a woman with a pram, I walked straight into the store to meet him. I contemplated the scene. Obviously it would be one where I had sex with him between the bookshelves. Would it be between the classics or maybe epic fantasy? I picked up the book. His airbrushed face adorned the glossy back cover. Freckles no longer smattered his nose, and it smoothed his slight laughter lines to non-existence. It didn’t do him justice. Didn’t show his slight squint as he wrote his name or his tiny chip in his tooth as he smiled for selfies.
I was fourth in the queue, a long line of doting fans. I waited alongside a woman twice my age. We hugged our ‘just bought as part of the deal’ copies of his book to our chests, contemplated seeing his no doubt wonderful flourish of a signature adorn that precious first page.
Three more, then me. I had spent the last fifteen minutes planning what I would say. I still didn’t have a clue, but my pants were damp just at the thought of touching his hand. Two more people. My heart raced. I pulled off my sweater, laid it over my bag, sneaked a squirt of scent. I was glad I’d shaved my pits and bikini line that morning.
One more. I pushed a hand through my hair. Bit and licked my lips, moistened, plumped, and pink, for him. I knew he’d notice. Me. He looked up, smiled. The stars exploded, planets shifted. I placed my book next to his hand. I met the man I would spend my life with, or at least spend a night of passion with. Then I knocked over his coffee.
It soaked into my just paid for overpriced book, flowed across the table to his lap. I had literally made his crotch wet and hot! This all played out in agonising slow motion, as you might have guessed. My hand grabbed my sweater, and I shot around the desk and dabbed at his crotch. Tried in vain to soak up the steaming coffee. He sat back, still in shock as he watched a gorgeous stranger (me, that is) inches from his face, lips within kissing distance, my hands dabbing at his disappointingly small bulge in his lap. I turned my head, my lips moist, ready for action. Any second now we would kiss and he would…
‘Ouch!’
Taken in the Bookstore
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