The cool Boston air gives me chills. Walking through the streets at night was something I often did. Today I walked past little shops with beautiful clothes and art on display. However most of the stores are closed. I keep walking until I stubble across a bookstore. The beautiful display and overall aura of the place draws my attention. Plus, I could use another book. It looks as though it is closed but as I walk up a worker stands in the doorway. His deep blue eyes peered out onto the road. Our eyes meet through the tinted glass and he smiles. He has thin frame glasses that fit his face perfectly and a dreamy smile. He opens the door like a gentleman, “Hello,” I greet the worker noticing his name tag on his shirt, “Theo”. I’m amusing that short for Theodore. “I was just about to close, but I’ll make an exception.” He says, holding the door for me.

As I enter the store I notice it is empty, no customers or workers. We’re alone. My nose fills with the smell of freshly printed books and… coffee? I smile, amused by the thought of caffeine this late. I walk the aisles running my fingers over untouched books. I browse through them, reading covers and the backs of books trying to find my next read. As I look to the front of the store I see Theo watching me from behind the register. “What do you recommend?” I ask, trying to break the silence. His messy blonde hair falls into his face as he leans down to grab something. He comes back up with a book… wrapped. “Do you like surprises?” He asks mysteriously. I nod and take the book.

I follow him to the checkout where I pay. He doesn’t say much, but the silence says it all. I slip the book into my bag excited to read it tonight. Just as I’m about to leave he stops me. “Would you like to stay for coffee”. He asks. I agree, a little surprised but follow him to the back. I pull my deep red hair out of a bun and let it fall onto my shoulders. My roots have grown in showing my natural brown hair. “I never caught your name,” he says, staring into my hazel eyes. “I’m Sam”. He pours the coffee and sits next to me. “Well Sam, who are you”? We talk for a while, obviously flirting. We only just met but it feels like we’ve known each other for weeks. Our conversation fades and looks into my eyes. He leans in to kiss me and I’m a little in shock but I kiss him back. He puts his hand on my thigh and kisses me again. Before I know it we’re making out. He lifts me onto the table and right as he sets me down, I knock over my coffee. “Fuck”. We both laugh it off and he goes to get a paper towel.

My white jeans were stained! As he’s cleaning up I decided to take off my pants. He looks back at me in total amazement. I blush, embarrassed that I’m already half naked. He walks over to me and pulls me in by my waist. Our kiss is passionate and long. He moves his hands down to my ass, his fingers inches from my wet hole. He smiles and pushes me against a bookshelf forcefully, making dozens of books fall to the floor. I wrap my arms around him to keep from falling over. He starts kissing my neck, leaving behind small hickeys. I can’t help but let out a small moan. He made his way down to my low cut shirt, where you could clearly see my round breasts. In between kisses he slowly and gently took off my shirt. As soon as he’s done admiring my tits. I push him onto a nearby chair. I climb on top so I’m straddling him. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck and his on my waist, slowly he pulls my hips closer to him. I could feel his bulge on my pussy, making me even more wet. By now my panties have to be soaked. I’m so turned on, and I just need him inside me.

He continues to move my hips back and forth, gridding my pussy against him. I pulled off his shirt as I tried to catch my breath. I looked down at his chest, admiring his body. He wasn’t super muscular but definitely had definition. He kisses me again before moving his hands up my back to unhook my bra. As my bra fell to the floor my breasts were fully exposed. Our bare chests were touching and the warmth felt so good. He moves his head down to kiss my breasts. He licks and teases my nipples making them hard. This is only making me want him more.

He picks me up and sets me on the floor. The moonlight peaked through the window, lighting the whole room. He pins me on my back, holding my hands tightly above my head. His soft hands squeeze my wrists together making me feel helpless. My pussy is throbbing at this point. His rough kisses travel from my neck to my collarbone. With each kiss I can feel he wants me too. I arch my back in pleasure, and try not to moan. He leaves a trail of hickeys down to my breasts. He stays there a while fondling and teasing my breasts. I lean my head back, soaking all of it up. My fingers run through his wavy hair as he kisses down to my stomach. His kisses become soft and light, giving me butterflies! He looks up at me and asks for consent, “Is this ok?”. I say, “Yes”. And he continues.

He comes back up to kiss me and I can still taste coffee on his tongue. His hands are on my face, making our kiss even more passionate. His rings against my skin were cold and a surprising change. I break our kiss because I can’t stop smiling. He smiles at me too and says “You're so beautiful”, still holding my face. I blush this whole time forgetting I’m half naked in a public bookstore. The risk of being seen or walked in on is so high, making this whole thing more fun! “Did you even lock the door”? I break our kiss again to ask. He looks at me and whispers “You don’t have to worry about that”, and grins mischievously. His hands move down my body making me squirm. The anticipation is killing me.

One at a time he takes off his rings, putting each one on my fingers. His hands return to my waist but don’t stay there long. He lightly glides his finger at the top of my panties. My breathing quickens. I’m ready for him, and I think he is too. Before I know it he pulls off my panties, slowly at first but once he sees my glistening pussy he moves much faster. He throws them somewhere off to the side while admiring my body. “Holy shit, you're so wet” he says. He sounds out of breath, maybe even a little nervous? My pussy is throbbing so hard, and I’m sure he can see that. I lift my body off the ground, balancing on my feet. He puts his head right in between my thighs, feeling his hot breath on my pussy is enough to make me moan. Without warning he glides his tongue from my asshole to my clit. Pushing my lips apart. His tongue stays on my clit teasing me. He slowly flicks his tongue making me scream. Once, twice, a third time! I moan loudly, “ffffuuuucccckkkk”. The more he teases me the more I crave him.