Story Time

Heading towards the exit I saw him walk in and froze mid-step. Damn. That was one gorgeous guy. Tall, curly dark hair, just the right amount of bookish geek on a strong body. He didn’t see me as he moved towards the Fantasy section, a purpose in his stride. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, hopeful that he was going to browse while I plucked up the courage to approach him. If he was an in-and-out shopper I was doomed. I wasn’t the type to approach a guy but there was something about this one, a feeling like if I didn’t at least try I would regret it. 

I kept track of him, almost stalker style, from the opposite aisle, not realizing I was ironically in the Self Help section, amidst all the titles on how to find and form lasting relationships. If I wasn’t so focused on making sure he didn’t leave I might have laughed. His hands trailed along the spines of the books and I couldn’t help but imagine what those hands would feel like along my spine. Big hands with long fingers, large enough to palm a few of my body parts. I felt a soft shiver run through me as I envisioned his fingers sliding in and out of my…Fuck, maybe I belonged in the Erotica aisle?

As he pulled titles from the shelf, he would read the back and either put them in a pile or back on the shelf. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Now or never. Grabbing a book from a table, just a prop to make it seem like I was actually shopping, I stepped up to him. 

Summoning my most beguiling smile to hide my nerves, I tap him on the shoulder, “Hi.” 

He jumped back like I had shocked him with a taser. The look of utter surprise was disarming.  He wasn’t even aware that I had been on the periphery of him, waiting for my moment to pounce. Not gonna lie, that took a little notch out of the ego: I wasn’t as distracting as a shelf of books. Then again, I’d had my moments lost within the stories, so I tried not to take it as a blow to my self-esteem. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Giving himself a little shake, “Sorry, I didn’t notice you.”

Ouch. Yup, I might need to work on my self-esteem later. Remind me I’m a pretty girl. 

Tucking my hair behind my ear I try the smile again, “You seem pretty comfortable in this genre, and I’m trying to find a book for my niece’s birthday. I was wondering if you would have any recommendations?”

Lies! All lies. My niece doesn’t read Fantasy, and her birthday was three months ago. But if it meant striking up a conversation to see if there was any interest I’d lie my socks off…well, within reason. 

“Uh, sure. I guess,” he replied. He looked rather stunned and I wasn’t sure if it was because he was interrupted or maybe, just maybe. After all, I was a pretty girl chatting up a sexy, geeky nerd.  

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“How old is your niece? Do you know what kinds of stories she likes?” He asked, relaxing as he settled into a comfortable topic. 

Sheepishly, I shrug my shoulders, “I have no idea. She’s 15 though, and I see pictures of elvish creatures on the front of the books she’s reading”

More lies. I’ve never even seen my niece with a novel in her hand. Say’s she prefers to read on her phone…aka Tik Tok subtitles. 

He launches into a spiel on different storylines, authors and creatures, and series versus stand-alone novels. My head is spinning within minutes, unable to keep up with his enthusiasm, but seeing him so animated, his gorgeous brown eyes lighting up behind those dark-rimmed glasses, sends a thrill through me. His excitement is contagious and I end up with two books in my hand that I was now interested in reading. 

“You’re obviously not a Fantasy type, what do you read?” He asks, glancing down at the random book I had grabbed, stacked now with the new ones he picked out for my niece…aka me.

Flipping the title over, I shudder, Donald Trump’s The Art of the Deal looks up at me. What in the actual fuck? Glancing up I can see his eyes widen in surprise, and then narrow a little. Damn, now he thinks I’m a crazy Trumper. 

“I’m working on a paper for school, how to tell when non-fiction is really fiction. I feel like Trump’s books give a strong argument for make-believe created under the premise of reality. Kind of like his whole life” I craftily explain with a shaky laugh.

Not a complete lie. I was in school. I was taking an English class, just not about the topic I spewed out. Please, pretty please, buy this load of crap. I’m mentally facepalming my ridiculous decision to grab a book as a prop without looking at it, and now having to pay for it too.

His smile and laugh almost make up for the poor choice. Wow! The laugh was genuine and you couldn’t help but smile with him. It was a musical sound that struck right to the core of me. If acting a fool meant hearing that again I would sign up for clown college tomorrow. 

“That actually sounds like a really good thesis. I think you might have an A+ idea.” 

Smiling, I tuck the books under my arms and take the next leap, “Would you like to grab a coffee or tea?” Or a plane to Vegas for a quickie marriage? I mentally ask. Yup, now the Romance schtick is kicking in. 

Grabbing his books, he nods, “I’d love that.”

We pay for our books and headed to the nearest Starbucks, which incidentally, like all good sales marketing ideas, was right in the book store. Grabbing a table we set the books down and head up to order. He, being the gentleman, whips out his bank card to pay before I could double click the button on my watch to beat him to it. 

Smiling, I take the opportunity to check him out. He was taller than I first realized. I had to really look up to meet his eyes, and would definitely need to stand on tiptoes to kiss him. I liked that idea. His dark hair had flecks of silver and was just about ripe for a trim but I liked how the ends curled, and it looked so soft I wanted to run my fingers through it. His brown eyes were warm and inviting, like hot chocolate on a winter’s night. His body looked strong but soft like you could curl up and feel safe in his embrace. I wanted to do that. Would definitely do that, given the chance. 

We grab our drinks and sit down, both of us starting to talk at the same time. Chuckling, I motion for him to go first, then spend the next couple of hours enjoying his company and conversation. 

I didn’t realize how late it was getting until I heard my stomach rumble. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and we were well on our way to dinner time. 

“I suppose that’s a sign that we need to move on with the day?” He asks, reluctantly. 

“Yeah, I guess. I’m really enjoying this chat though.” I say. 

Smiling, he pulls out his phone, “What’s your number?”

I rattle off the digits and within a second a soft vibration hits my wrist. 

“Now you have mine,” He says as he gathers our cups to toss away. 

We walk out to our vehicles, finding ourselves parked next to each other. Tossing all three surprise purchases on my front seat I turn back to find him empty-handed from doing the same thing. It’s the first time things have felt awkward. Other than me initially startling him. I shift from foot to foot, “This was fun. I’d love to do it again sometime,” I lamely say as I look up at him. 

“Yeah. Me too,” he replies. 

Fuck. Should I kiss him? I think he’s interested. Maybe a handshake? Nooo, this was not a job interview. A hug. Yeah, a hug is safe and friendly, without being too creepy. New friends hug, right?

I step in and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. He seemed shocked, stiffening at first, but then relaxed and sank into it, wrapping his arms around my back. Wow, this felt so much better than I imagined. I was right about his strength and feeling safe. Burrowing my face into his neck I take a breath, finding the smell of him intoxicating. I feel his hot breath on my neck, lips lightly pressed into the hollow around my collarbone. Not wanting to move for fear of breaking the spell that seems to have woven around us I stay right where I am, pressed against him. 

When he pulls back I let out a soft sigh and turn my lips to give him a kiss on the cheek. He must have thought the same and instead of cheeks, our lips meet. Fireworks went off inside my head as I tightened my arms around his neck and pushed harder into his body. His hands slide down my back and grab my ass as he pushes me against my vehicle. Jesus, fuck, this guy set my whole body on fire. I push my tongue into his mouth and groan when they meet, his hands tightening on my ass. I can feel his hardening cock push into my stomach and I wondered what he would taste like. 

We stayed like that for what felt like eons (reality a few minutes) before he pulled back and asked, “Wanna go for a drive?”

“Hell yeah,” I reply, grabbing my purse from my car and hopping into his truck. 

When he got in he pulled the console up so I could scoot closer to him, which I promptly did, and after buckling the seatbelt turned towards him, making sure my breasts were pressed against his arm, wrapped around the bicep like a pillowy arm hug. He smiled, slipped his hand into mine, and pulled out of the parking lot. I laid my head on his shoulder as we drove, and a comfortable silence stretched between us. He didn’t have to drive far until he found a construction site and pulled in. 

As soon as the truck was in park and seatbelts released I straddled his lap, pressed tightly to him as the steering wheel dug into my back. 

“Back seat has more room,” he mumbled into my mouth as I kissed him. 

Laughing I crawled off and we made our way into the back. The sun was going down by now and the truck was shrouded in darkness as we climbed inside, hands and lips finding each other again. I didn’t know how far I would take this. It wasn’t like me to meet a random guy and suddenly find myself in the back of his truck ready to fuck him. But, That’s where I found myself and I was willing to go as far as I felt comfortable. 

His hands slipped under my shirt and ran over my back, caressing the skin softly as his mouth opened to my tongue. Damn, he was a good kisser. I could make out with him all day. I ran my fingers through his hair and found it as soft as I imagined. Grabbing a handful I gave it a gentle tug and swallowed his moans as he pulled me tighter. 

Pulling back I let my eyes wander over him. His glasses were a little smudged, hair disheveled, lips swollen and wet. His hands stilled on my back as he waited for me. I knew then if I said stop he would. Without question, he wouldn’t push for more than I was willing to give. Cupping his face I brushed my thumb over his lips, which he sucked into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. 

Groaning I kissed him again and knew he had me right then. He would stop, but I didn’t want him to. Sensing a new level of urgency his hand fumbles on the bra clasp as I pull the shirt over my head. My hands reach back and help him undo it, watching his face as he pulled the straps off my shoulder and the bra off, exposing my breasts. He looked in awe as his large hands cupped and squeeze each one, thumbs running over the nipples, teasing them to peaks. The moans that slip out drive him forward and he sucks one into his mouth. My hand cups the back of his head, pressing him harder in to suckle. Fuck, I was gonna hit an orgasm with my pants still on. Grinding into his lap I can feel his erection through the thin leggings I was wearing. Coming, I cry out and hunch forward, panting as his mouth continued to suck my nipple. 

Pulling back I force my nipple from his mouth and sitting back I start to pull my pants off. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, his own hands slowly undoing his belt. He’s waiting for the stop, even as hard as he was, he would stop. 

A devilish smile spread my lips, “Take. Your. Pants. Off.”

Leaning forward he gives me a quick kiss before we both remove our pants. I had one leg free when his cock was released from his pants. Fuck. Me. He was big! Thick and long, that was gonna stretch me wide and hit deep. Completely ignoring the one leg still encased in my pants I leaned forward and sucked that glorious shaft into my mouth. 

Working it quick and wet I knew I wouldn’t have long before I needed it in other parts of my body. He leaned over and his fingers found my clit and slit. Sliding a finger in, his thumb worked the swollen nub. I cried out around his cock as the orgasm hit me. 

Fuck this. Sitting up I straddle his lap and guide that beautiful piece of him inside. I go slow, knowing I would need to adjust. His hands rest on my hips as he kisses my neck and chest. When he’s fully enveloped in me I press my forehead to his as I move my hips.

“You feel so damn good” he whispered.

“So do you.” I moan as an orgasm hits. 

I lean back, pushing my hips forward, his cock going deeper inside and hitting the end of my cervix. This angle had the orgasms coming one on top of the other. 

“Shit,” is all I hear before I felt him pull out and his own orgasm shot to my belly and tits. His head thrown back, upper lip caught between his teeth I watched as the sticky liquid painted a mosaic on my body. Running my fingers through it, I trace it over my nipples, coating them before licking my fingers.

He tasted so much better than I thought. Bending forward he licked both my nipples before plunging his tongue into my mouth. Damn, he was fucking hotter than I thought. 

Thoroughly pleased he leaned back and looked at me in the darkness, “do you even have a niece?”