⚠️ not suitable for very young readers

A brief meeting leads to erotic thoughts and self pleasure

Lately, my mind seemed to be filled with fantasies of him. It’s unusual for me to fantasize in such detail about someone I don’t even know. But in just the short time since I had met him, I've found that he is invading my private thoughts frequently. I suppose it could be something about the way he just stared at me that day in the book store. I’ll admit, it was a bit unnerving at the time. Normally, I wouldn’t have minded the attention, but since I was standing in the section with books about sex, it made me a little uncomfortable having him standing there, just watching me. I tried to be oblivious to him, as I continued to pull a book or two from the shelf and flip through them. But, each time I looked up, there he was, just standing close by.

“Try this one.” His voice startled me.

Holding a copy of "The Erotic Mind" out to me, his smile was somehow inviting. His eyes seem to say that he had sized me up and figured out what I might like.

“You’ve read this one?” That was all I could think of to say at the moment.

“Yes, it has some intriguing passages in it. I don’t know what kind of book you’re looking for, but this one asks you to explore your mind in order to truly enjoy your sexuality.”

Why was I feelin so shy? It’s not at all like me to be at such a loss for words.

“Thanks for the recommendation,” I managed to say. With that, I turned, book in hand, and made my way to the check out line.

After paying for the book, I did a quick scan of the store to look for him. He wasn’t there any longer. I wanted to feel relief, but instead I was feeling a little disappointed. Over the next few days, as I was reading the suggested book, my mind kept drifting off to thoughts of him. As I read the more explicit passages, I wondered how he felt when he read them. I kept telling myself to put thoughts of him out of my mind, trying to convince myself that he probably was some strange man that just got a kick or two out of making me uncomfortable in the book store.

But then, I would think of his eyes. They were the darkest shade of green I’d ever seen. And yet again, I found myself thinking of him, wanting to run into him again.

I almost laughed at myself when I looked in the mirror. I was going to my favorite book store, but I had dressed as if I were going to seduce someone. My dark blue skirt was shorter than most I owned, ending just an inch below my ass. The paler blue shirt was tight enough to allow outlines of my breasts to be noticed quickly and I left the...