Abby Has Gone Wild Read Free

easily
tanned golden skin. I think my nose is too small and pert and my
mouth too wide and full. I am, however, grateful for round, high
cheekbones that never need blush. I look like neither my mother or
my father but I do look very much like my father’s mother. Which is
a disappointment, because I really hate the woman. So when people
compliment my looks I take no enjoyment from it.
    Running the flat iron through my hair, it
takes about ten minutes for the light waves to disappear. Brushing
it out, the ends reach the curve of my breasts and I wonder if it’s
time for another hair cut. I’m lazy about hair cuts. I use the
expensive salon shampoo and conditioner and I’m lucky to have hair
that’s lush and soft and receive compliments no matter how long it
had been since the last cut. I prefer it to just graze my shoulders
but I’ve been busy for the last few months. Adding a product to
smooth out fly aways I shrug, I’ll think about it.
    Picking out sandals with just the slightest
heel I can see my pedicure from last week still looks good and the
dark red went well with my top and lipstick. Although there is a
used bookstore nearby that I usually buy most of my books at, I
make my way to the big name bookstore a few miles from my place.
The aisles are larger and easier to browse in the big name
bookstore and I like the coffee in the café inside the store.
    The parking lot is packed and I have to park
a bit away from the store and I’m turned on by the wind picking up
my skirt. Spending about a half hour browsing I encounter several
appreciative glances and one longing stare. It isn’t long before
the attention sends me into the restroom. Already occupied with a
mother and daughter, I go into the stall and take three pictures
there, even though it’s more of a turn on to do it in front of the
mirror, where I could get caught. My first one I’m bending over
showing my impressive cleavage, the next one I’ve unbuttoned my
shirt just once and it allows my bra encased breasts to spill out
in full view, the last I pull my bra below my breasts lifting them
out with my nipples hard. By the time I’m done the room is empty,
standing in front of the mirror I take the chance to take another
with my tits out and post them to the website with the note I’m at
the bookstore and looking for the book O.
    Feeling naughty and smug I browse and when a
book catches my eye I pick it out. Once I have four, I make my way
to the café area. I’m lucky to find a small empty table, I settle
down with a latte. With a sigh of pleasure, I open the first book
and begin to read. If I like the first three chapters I’ll set it
to the side as a possible buy either then or to order off the
internet on my tablet.
    I’m on the third book when he appears. It’s a
good book and I’m into it but I feel eyes on me. I look up and he’s
right in front of me. His hands are on the back of the empty seat
in front of me. It’s Jack, my stomach drops. Then I take him all
in, he’s wearing a uniform. He’s a cop, shit. My mouth goes dry and
I attempt to swallow but it’s hard. It isn’t fair, it just isn’t
fair, he’s tall at least six feet and how could it be he’s more
attractive in person?
    “Hey Abby, you’re looking gorgeous today, but
you know that already, don’t you?” His voice is deep, with a hint
of gravel.
    The book slides from my hands. I can’t look
at him, my eyes slide down to my clenched hands. My heartbeat is
pounding in my ears and then he pulls out the chair and sits down.
He captures my hands in his own large warm hands and they nearly
disappear. His grip is gentle and light but it still sends fire
flooding though my entire body. “It’s okay, baby. I couldn’t help
it, you haven’t answered my messages. When I saw your post, I knew
where you were and had to take the chance.
    Abby, talk to me, please. Tell me why you
don’t want to see me when we click so well. I know we did, you told
me what I sent you made you