Art scanned the books in front of him. He also stole glances of the young woman, sitting in a chair. paging through a book.
She's beautiful, blonde hair, gold color actually. Blue eyes, lips he could kiss forever, long neck, (are hickeys in?) would she shiver in his arms, if he kissed her all over her neck?
Okay, he stole much more then a glance. She's wearing a white button up shirt. Nice medium size breasts hidden away. Blue jeans, tight fitting, hitting a very sexy body.
His eyes went back to the shelves. His bulging hard on told him to talk to her, take a chance. Art's bigger head reminded him of all the girls who never gave him a second glance in his life.
She noticed him, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him checking her out. He's very cute, dark hair, blue eyes she could get lost in. A tight body under his clothes, sexy ass! He just bent over to look at the lower shelves.
She threw caution to the wind. "Do you need some help?" He straighten up so quick, he knocked some books off the shelf. She smiled, (very friendly) as he turned three shades of red. She bent down to pick up the books, a pink thong peaked out with a wink. Art moved to the side, he thought his hard on was going to stick out of his jeans.
Books back on the shelf, she took pity on him. "I do that all the time." He smiled, she saw a dazzling set of teeth, gratefulness in his eyes, and felt a wild shudder in her body.
She was a world away, he was there, his arms wrapped around her, both naked, filling her so..."I'm sorry, I drifted, what did you say?"
Art was looking at the books, not seeing them, feeling rejected. A moment ago she wasn't looking at him, her eyes drifted over his shoulder, dreaming away of something else. He saw a guy walking up the aisle, away from them. Yeah she drifted away, right to the other guy's bed. He mumbled, I'm looking for a book on describing characters." Once again he's second fiddle, might as well grab another book and be off. He could wack off to her later, she couldn't stop him doing that. "I'm here quite a bit, I thought I saw one." Her eyes looked over the shelves, her tongue licked her lips. He actually felt cum trail down the head of his dick. "Here's a good one," she handed it to him. Fingers touched, both their bodies sighing. "That looks good," he took the book with shaky fingers. "Are you a writer?" She had to keep her mind off her dripping pussy. "I'm trying to be," he was also trying to keep from cumming in his pants. She dug in her purse, "I'm a reader and editor, if you need help." He certainly did at that moment. "Do you correct grammar, too? He couldn't believe his luck, finally, someone to fix his grammar. She nodded yes, handed him her card. "What do you write?"
"Ghost stories," which was only half true, Art has been writing a lot of porn stories lately. Of course, he couldn't tell her that.
After exchanging names and hands, (shortest handshake ever with their hormones going) they parted company. Each couldn't wait till they got home and naked.
Hot stuff in part two