approach and pulled my cami and bra down, exposing my full breasts. Without warning, he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, and I cried out. My hips pushed into his as he licked a trail to my other breast, licking perfect circles around my pebbled nipple.
There was no time to waste in this situation, so I didn't try to stop him when he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down past my hips, along with my lace boy shorts. I stepped out of my flip flops and took my jeans off the rest of the way. I reached between us and undid the button on his jeans. When I reached inside of his boxer briefs, I was shocked to find he was fully aroused and much larger than I had ever had before. It felt hot in my small hand as I freed it from the constraints of his clothes.
He grunted at the contact from my hand and yanked one of my legs up around his hip. He positioned himself at my opening, and with one quick thrust, he was deep inside me. I dug my nails into his shoulders as his strong arms lifted me up off of the floor and his hips pinned me to the wall.
Our mouths met again, aching for the comfort of each other's taste. He obviously knew what he was doing as he moved inside me over and over again. I moved my hips to meet each thrust, letting the lust take over as I felt him hit the sweet spot inside of me.
I could see myself in the mirror on the opposite wall, and I did not recognize this woman who was letting herself be taken by a man she hasn't really met in a bookstore bathroom. However, watching him thrust into me just pushed me closer to my impending release.
He was breathing hard as he used his strength to pleasure me and hold me up. I broke free from his mouth and kissed and sucked my way down his throat and around his neck. He smelled like cologne from the pages of a magazine and tasted salty from the sweat produced in our heated embrace.
When I could feel myself getting close, his thrusts became quick and deliberate. I locked eyes with him, and that was all I needed to fall. I cried out and held him tightly as my orgasm rocked my body. Within seconds, he pinned me to the wall with his hips and spilled into me, leaving me barely able to breathe from the moment's intensity.
Suddenly, he placed me back on my feet and tucked himself back into his pants. He looked at me with confusion, but didn't say a word. Unlocking the door, he didn't say one word to me before he was gone.
I stood there in shocked, still exposed from the moments of passion we had just shared. A small knock sounded on the door, and I had to snap out of my trance. I quickly made myself presentable, flushed the toilet, and let the sink run to make it seem like I had really been using the ladies room.
I grabbed my book and made a beeline for the door, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone for fear that they might have heard or seen something. Half of me expected the stranger to be waiting for me outside, but the street was filled with other strangers. I half ran back to my apartment, not wanting to talk to or see anyone. I wanted to lock my door and forget what I had just done.
As soon as I was back home, I threw off my clothes and ran a hot shower. I scrubbed his scent off of me and tried not to think of how good it felt to be under his spell. Since he never spoke a word to me, I didn't have to dwell on who he was or what everything meant. I could just wash him away and move on. It was always best for me not to get feelings for anyone. There could never be any attachments in my life.
After my shower, I brushed my teeth to erase his taste, slipped into some flannel pajamas, and got into bed. I turned the television to all-night episodes of "Friends" and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 3
The next morning, I dressed in a black pencil skirt, a white button-down blouse, black peep-toe heels, and my tiny diamond necklace and earrings. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail that allowed my curls to gather beautifully behind my head.
There was no time to waste in this situation, so I didn't try to stop him when he unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down past my hips, along with my lace boy shorts. I stepped out of my flip flops and took my jeans off the rest of the way. I reached between us and undid the button on his jeans. When I reached inside of his boxer briefs, I was shocked to find he was fully aroused and much larger than I had ever had before. It felt hot in my small hand as I freed it from the constraints of his clothes.
He grunted at the contact from my hand and yanked one of my legs up around his hip. He positioned himself at my opening, and with one quick thrust, he was deep inside me. I dug my nails into his shoulders as his strong arms lifted me up off of the floor and his hips pinned me to the wall.
Our mouths met again, aching for the comfort of each other's taste. He obviously knew what he was doing as he moved inside me over and over again. I moved my hips to meet each thrust, letting the lust take over as I felt him hit the sweet spot inside of me.
I could see myself in the mirror on the opposite wall, and I did not recognize this woman who was letting herself be taken by a man she hasn't really met in a bookstore bathroom. However, watching him thrust into me just pushed me closer to my impending release.
He was breathing hard as he used his strength to pleasure me and hold me up. I broke free from his mouth and kissed and sucked my way down his throat and around his neck. He smelled like cologne from the pages of a magazine and tasted salty from the sweat produced in our heated embrace.
When I could feel myself getting close, his thrusts became quick and deliberate. I locked eyes with him, and that was all I needed to fall. I cried out and held him tightly as my orgasm rocked my body. Within seconds, he pinned me to the wall with his hips and spilled into me, leaving me barely able to breathe from the moment's intensity.
Suddenly, he placed me back on my feet and tucked himself back into his pants. He looked at me with confusion, but didn't say a word. Unlocking the door, he didn't say one word to me before he was gone.
I stood there in shocked, still exposed from the moments of passion we had just shared. A small knock sounded on the door, and I had to snap out of my trance. I quickly made myself presentable, flushed the toilet, and let the sink run to make it seem like I had really been using the ladies room.
I grabbed my book and made a beeline for the door, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone for fear that they might have heard or seen something. Half of me expected the stranger to be waiting for me outside, but the street was filled with other strangers. I half ran back to my apartment, not wanting to talk to or see anyone. I wanted to lock my door and forget what I had just done.
As soon as I was back home, I threw off my clothes and ran a hot shower. I scrubbed his scent off of me and tried not to think of how good it felt to be under his spell. Since he never spoke a word to me, I didn't have to dwell on who he was or what everything meant. I could just wash him away and move on. It was always best for me not to get feelings for anyone. There could never be any attachments in my life.
After my shower, I brushed my teeth to erase his taste, slipped into some flannel pajamas, and got into bed. I turned the television to all-night episodes of "Friends" and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 3
The next morning, I dressed in a black pencil skirt, a white button-down blouse, black peep-toe heels, and my tiny diamond necklace and earrings. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail that allowed my curls to gather beautifully behind my head.
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