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Book Store Heavy orange tint everywhere; it hung heavier and heavier as the seconds then minutes expired. It gave everything it touched a new kind of definition. The clouds were a remarkable 3D, the outline of anything else was just as remarkable. There was a gathering in the parking lot as folks made their way out of the stores of the complex to see this eclipse. Many had their phones out and others were talking amongst themselves. I was still in the bookstore staring out of the big front window at the people’s congregation, and I had forgotten all about that the eclipse was today. I was stuffed into the Star Wars/Lord of the Rings section which was right at the window, but with the crowd gathering outside I went into people-watching mode. Most were the retirees as it was midweek and just after lunch, but there were a few college-aged with them. The contrast was a bit funny to me as the crowd reflected what was going on in the literal atmosphere: stark contrasts. Most had on at least sunglasses and a few had the special little gadgets to view the eclipse. But, of course, there were the morons who would try to stare at it directly with a simple hand across their brow, but in the age of Tide Pod consumption it was not in the least surprising. As I laughed to myself about said morons, I saw her. She was walking towards the bookstore from amongst the crowd. She did not fit with this crowd. A contrast from the contrast she was. I don’t know if she had it planned this way, but she was wearing a yellow and orange faded sundress, which matched everything in her environment perfectly. The dress itself was struggling to contain her. As she moved every curve she owned gyrated within the confines of the dress which seemed to tease around midway up the thigh all around her legs. It wasn’t a low-cut dress, but her breasts were still having a hard time being contained themselves with her cleavage divided by the single strap of her purse. The even sexier things, though, were the little thin glasses she wore along with her recently washed ponytail sticking out from behind her black and gold Saint hat. But the sexist of all was her manner: no make-up strolling along in her house slippers. In other words, she wasn’t there to impress anyone. She was authentic ‘her’. That was the most attractive thing about her in this seemingly split second of my observation. But this wasn’t true; I had been staring for way too long as she had already noticed me in the window. My mouth, of course, was wide open and I’m positive I had that<b> creepy </font></b>stalker stare, too. The only relief I could think of in that moment is that she didn’t pull out her phone and dial the cops. But my embarrassment was quickly tempered as she gave me that look I was all too familiar with in the course of my interactions with women: she blankly looked right on through me. I’d rather have the cold look of distain that the blank look of indifference. There’s still a shot at a little something with distain, but indifference is impossible to overcome. I slumped away from the window in defeat and retreated to the back of the store in the self-help section which was too ironic not to notice and chuckle to myself of where I started with her and where I would ultimately end up with the sultry eclipse goddess. I gathered enough courage to peek around the aisle to see her walk into the ‘Literature’ section, her dress swaying with the curves of her body. I poised myself for a few seconds to formulate a simulation to approaching her. Many things came to mind, but all seemed either extremely cheesy or downright despicable. “Come here often?” “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” “Saints fan, huh?” “Those Tide Pod eating folks are gonna go blind out there, aren’t they?” “Hey! I’d like to just bury my head between your thick thighs and make you moan. How’s that sound?” “I have literally no game. Have mercy on me.” I’d nearly settled on the latter when I jumped the gumption to walk over to the Literature section and see what my old buddy Dostoevsky was doing. I purposefully went into the aisle closest to hers as just being within the proximity of this walking pile of sex was too much for me to go into her aisle unabated. I would wait there until she found her way to me…you know, like a stalker. When this popped into my head, all I could hear in my head was “Abort!”. I nervously shuffled to turn to leave the aisle when she suddenly popped around the corner to where I was going to make my emergency exit. Trapped. Trapped by this gorgeous woman as I now had no exit strategy. My head felt like it was burning and I felt my face go flush when I remembered her indifferent look through me from just a few minutes earlier. I attempted to say something, but all I managed was a “Hey!’ that was more of a burp/hiccup combo than any form of greeting. Defeat. But something happened in that moment that I completely didn’t expect: she smiled. I was thoroughly baffled, and in my confusion, I simply shuffled past her on my way back to the self-help section again. Ironic, and even more ironic the bathrooms were located within that corner of the store. “How appropriate,” I chuckled to myself. The store was nearly empty as most folks were making their way outside to watch the sky. I did manage to hear her exchange pleasantries with the store clerk as I fumbled through the nonsense a book touting how one shouldn’t be loser just because they think they’re a loser. She asked for the bathroom key with the clerk asking her if she knew that the total eclipse was imminent, but she politely replied that she knew but “You gotta go, you gotta go”. I heard the jiggling of the keys approaching, but I had no where to hide as I was standing between her and the bathroom door. I buried my head into the book, wishing I could just vanish. She walked past me with the key jingling, almost as if she were making them sound off on purpose. I turned just in time to see her ponytail swish out of site into the bathroom. This was were I was to make my great escape, but I thought about just how irrational that was. Why was I running from a woman I was obviously attracted to? She had smiled at me just minutes before, but here I was trying to vanish into thin air or at the least run out of the store like my clothes were on fire. The internal conflict was consuming me, so I stood paralyzed with my brain sending my body conflicting commands like a virus-infected computer. Then I heard the door open slowly to the side of me, no more than 10 yards away. My eyes glanced over without my head moving, and there was her face. Then a hand appeared underneath waving me forward. My stomach started burning and my legs started to twitch. “Go, idiot!” I heard in my head, but my body wouldn’t respond. “She’s not going to drag you in caveman style, doofus”. This thought finally got my body to turn, and I saw her smile even bigger than before as I snuck to the door. When I got in I locked the door behind me without taking my eyes off her, her green eyes piercing me with raw animal lust. I felt a jolt run from my head down through my cock. She picked up on this immediately and motioned for me to come towards her. I put my hands on her hips and I felt her melt when our lips touched. We began to kiss slowly as my hands reach the small of her back, then we kissed deep with our tongues exploring each other’s. She kissed so passionately with her arms around my waist with my hands moving their way up her back, to her shoulders, and finally softly resting on both sides of her neck. With her back pressed against the sink I leaned against her as she pulled me closer. Her body now firmly and fully against mine as we kissed created such electricity throughout my body, felt it in the top of my feet to the top of my head. She stroked my back then ran her hands down and strongly grab my ass with both hands which sigh and groan as she started chuckling during our intense kiss. She suddenly brought her hands up to mine, gave me a quick peck on the lips and turned around facing the mirror. She guided my hands around her stomach just below her voluptuous breasts. Her stomach was so soft, and I started kissing her on her neck. She let out a heated sigh and groan of her own, her head tiling back inviting me to indulge. I quickly glanced into the mirror to reveal she had been watching intermittently which excited me even the more. My hands reached her breasts, and her nipples were rock hard, so I teased them both over her dress and she arched her back into me when I teased them harder. My cock was almost as hard as it had been in a long time, and I pressed it harder against her so very round and ample ass. She reached her hand around and lightly grabbed it. I immediately stopped kissing her neck with a grunt and put my forehead on her shoulder as she stroked it over my pants. My hands slide down the front of her dress down to the middle of her thighs and slowly pulled up her thin skirt. She subtly spread her legs apart and I found she was so very wet as my finger slid under her panties. She started stroking my cock harder and breathing harder with me kissing her shoulder as I find her clit with my finger. I gently began massaging it up and down and she moaned deeply but a whispered “Oh, God, yes…” I couldn’t contain myself as I stroked her clit, so I kissed my way down her back, bent her over the sink more, lifted her dress completely over her gorgeous round ass, jerked down her hot pint panties, and buried my tongue into her hot, wet pussy. I heard the sink move as she grasped it with all her strength, and I licked slow and hard against her wet hole. She tasted so sweet, and she was so wet that her juices overwhelmed my mouth. I took my tongue off for a moment so I could use my thumb to rub her clit, and I went back to licking her hole as I thumbed her clit. She raised her ass and spread her legs more as I got deeper into her. She began to bend her knees in rhythm with my licking, and she would push her ass further into my face to get my tongue deeper into her. I pushed and pulled my tongue in and out of her as my thumb rubbed harder and faster, her breathing heavier and heavier with some measured moans mixed within her heated responses. I leaned back and slid one finger into her, and I then flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. I rub it up and down with the top of my tongue as I slid another finger into her hot pussy. I began fingering her faster and harder while licking her clit in the same rhythm. I heard the sink move again as she collapsed herself over the sink completely and I heard her hat fall to the floor. She whimpered and groaned softly the faster I got, and her legs started quivering as she went to her tip toes. I pulled out just to gaze in amazement at that moment in time, her round calves tight with the strain of holding herself up and her ruby red fingernails wrapped around the white porcelain, a contrast of color I wanted to remember before I licked her again. I had two fingers into her with my other hand’s thumb rubbing her clit, and I just watched her as I manipulated her pussy and clit with my hands. She peeked around to look at me watching her, and she smiled as she leaned the side of her head against the side of the sink. As I watched my fingers slide in her steaming pussy, she sensed that I was going to take things farther. She slid her hand down and began rubbing her clit. She bent her knees and stuck her ass out closer to me. Should I dare? She began moaning loader, like inviting me to go farther. I leaned in and with a single lick across her ass hole, she let out a high-pitched squeal. I did it again. She squealed a bit louder and let out a breathy “Oh, shit, do it to me.” As I fingered her pussy slower and her rubbing her clit I began licking her ass with her repeating “Oh, fuck, yes” softly. She rubbed herself harder as I rimmed her, pausing occasionally to pull my fingers out to lick her hot juices off to taste her sweetness. Her whole body began to shake; she was now on the edge of cumming. I fingered her deeper and harder with as much as I could while licking her ass and suddenly her body released all she had. Her juices ran all over my hand and onto my face when she became so overwhelmed to let out a scream that echoed off the bathroom walls. Her whole body simply collapsed on the sink and she went limp all over. “Fucking shit…” she sighed and she began gathering herself together as I stayed on my knees looking up at her. She glowed with satisfaction against the backdrop of the room, the contrast of her glow and her faded sundress gave this remarkable moment the exclamation it needed. But she didn’t say a word as she unlocked the door, only a slight brush against my cheek with her hand as she left the room. Did I want more? Of course, but what had transpired was beyond anything I could have comprehended a mere 15 minutes prior. I watched her body massage the inside of her dress as she walked out the door, and the clerk who had just gotten the keys back gave me this impressed look. But I had no hint of embarrassment. I thought of pursuing her out to the parking lot which was completely dark at that time. There were so many people outside that I was satisfied to sit in the moment and replay all that happened in my head. I sat down at one of the tables in the corner with a huge grin on my face as I could still taste her in my mouth. But moment I was ready to stand up and walk out she appeared again in the doorway of the store waving me outside. The darkness had been lifted and we returned to the orange haze on the backside of the eclipse, and the atmosphere surrounding her was incredible. As I approached her, she held out her hand to give me a folded piece of paper. She then turned around and walked back to the parking lot and I watched her curves and dress with ponytail swaying disappear within the crowd. I unfolded the paper and there was her number, and underneath it it said: “Next time, it’s your turn. And you will get fucked like you need it. Call me soon.” |
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1 post 11/9/2018 4:36 pm |
Hey! Yeah, nobody likes this garbage. It's too choppy and the protagonist makes no sense. The imagery is stupid, too, as no one wants to read about what the sky or trees looks like. You're not William Faulkner. And there is no such thing as an insecure man. Grow up. Sincerely, Disappointed
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