I gaze out the window, at the street below. A fidilest is playing the spring theme from Vivaldi's Four Seasons. I smile, cherishing the soft lilt of the music. I lean my for-head against the cold windowpane, the oak beam against my back. I rearrange my serong over my legs, propped on the other post. Making sure that no one can see up my short skirt I return to my erotica. I feel my cunt twinge as the heroin is taken into a cemetery by the vampire. I wonder if I'd actually like the experience, or if I only appreciate the sensations I associate with being bitten until I bleed.
I look up from my reading, the heroin's neck porcelein in the moonlight. I hear someone rustling in the next isle, I glance up in mild surprise; usually my corner is abandoned. He's wearing a soft suede jacket, his long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail at the base of his neck. His side burns highlight the firm jaw line, decorated with big brown eyes. I catch my breath, cursing myself, and turn back to my reading.He moves an isle closer, I peek up at him from the edge of my vision. He's standing on the edge, looking at a book from the musical section. He runs his tongue along his lip, I catch my breath before I gasp. He looks up, directly at me and raises an eyebrow.
I snatch my eyes away, cursing myself for giving myself away, wondering if he realizes how much I said in that one gasp.
I turn the page, distracting myself. And then I find him at my elbow, leaning against my window sill. The warmth of his jacket seeps through my thin shall. My eyes bat between him and the page, aching to know how much he sees. I force myself to look into his eyes, forcing myself to meet my adversary. He gives a chuckle, a kind joking breath. One finger tip pushes the front of the book over, and a wry smile touches his delicious lips.
"Vampire porn? So my first impression of you was correct."
I try to find something to say, to explain my fascination... I mumble something.
"What's that? oh, no... you don't have to say anything more; the slight blush and the delicious smell is enough to tell me everything."
I gulp, feeling my pussy moisten at his voice, soft and velvety as he probes my secrets.
"Yes, everything... well, enough that I can guess at the rest of it." His finger tip grazes along the thin green serong over my thigh. I gulp.
"Am I that transparent?" I catch myself shivering at his touch. I curse myself, what am I getting myself into?
"Oh, yes... but only to a perceptive chap, like myself." His fingers wander around the edge of the scarf, caressing my cold legs. I tense, wondering what he's doing, what he thinks he knows about me. If I should've worn panties today. His warm hand glides up and down the inside of my inner thigh, caressing the soft skin. I try to mumble something. "Oh, would you like me to stop? I can if you like..." His voice trails off as his hand wanders to my hair, tracing around my lips. I'm sure my hair is moistened... I've been aroused for hours. My eyes bat around the store, the street below... finally coming to rest again on his eyes. Warm, hazelnut. "Ah... yes, as I thought..." and his gentle fingers slip down into my labia folds, sliding gently along, over my clit and opening, grazing down to gently touch my anus, then back up the other side of my mound.
I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from giving away how much his touch arouses me. I glance around the book store, making sure that no one is watching this exchange. Part of my brain reminds me that my legs are partly spread and a stranger is playing with my vagina. The other part of myself revels in the freshness of it.
"Don't try to hide how much you want this. That you truly have ached for someone like me to walk up to you, and do this, every time you sat here." His finger settles on my clit, pushing it around, manipulating the sensations that shoot up through my torso and back through my cunt. I groan gently, aching for the pleasure that his fingers promise, but aware that I'm in a book store. I revel in the persuasiveness of his fingers, horrified at indecency in public. "There, there... don't worry about someone finding us, I have already paid the desk clerk to keep the area clear." I gasp, surprised that he had taken such measures.
"Ah, yes.... I've already arranged for giving you want you want... if you want it...." He steps closer, his hand releasing my clit to settle on the inside of my thigh. His aroma wraps around me, bearing me up towards him. His hand caresses my cheek, his eyes staring down into me. His lips... so close.... I breathe his aura, shocked that someone this beautiful would want me. He leans a bit closer, his lips so close... so devine, I ache for the kiss... I release myself, falling into his warm lips and eyes, his soft tongue caressing mine, his hand pushing me against the post at my back. His other hand leaves my thigh, and gently rubs around my neck, behind my ear, pulling me up into him. A soft groan emits from my throat, from low in my belly.
He chuckles gently. "Yes, yes.... you are as delicious as I thought you would be." His hand lifts my chin, making me look into his eyes. "I have a room saved, behind the rare books room. I'll be there for the next twenty minutes... waiting for you." And the gentlest of kisses, tender and sweet. Then he deftly releases me, I hear his footsteps behind me. I twist on the window sill to see him entering a room I've never entered before.
I turn back to my book. It holds little interest for me now. I stare down at the busy street, my thoughts skipping over my mind like a pebble over water. I shift a bit, my foot slipping off the wide sill to hang in space. I smoothly slip off the ledge, my feet gripping the wood grained floor. My inner lips slip around themselves, well lubricated and slightly dripping. I catch myself twisting a bit to rub my clit against something. I stare at the door... my serong hanging from my hand. I bend to pick up my flip-flops, dangling from my finger tips. I straighten my back, adjusting my body into proper alignment. I feel rediculously naked in my skirt and tube top, my hair falls across my shoulders and a few stray hairs brush my breast. I look through the isles, feeling no inclination to return to sanity.
I stare back at the door, and slowly start to step towards it.