Fingering [M]y Date [F] In a Quiet Bookstore

I met Viv (short for Vivian) online. I was first attracted to her long, purple hair. It curled around a heart-shaped face, and full breasts. Viv was a little plump, but it looked good on her. Once I got to know her better, I was really impressed by and attracted to her openness. She had a frankness about sexuality and kinks that was really refreshing. In fact, I was way more shy. In our online texts and chats, Viv really helped me name my own kinks and explore my sexuality.

Viv and I agreed to meet up for a physical date. I was excited. Viv had told me all about how much she enjoyed getting turned on in public. One time she even wore no panties and a butt plug when meeting a date in a bar, only the two of them knowing her secret.

We decided to get day drunk at a bar with outdoor seating. It was a beautiful, sunny day. When I saw Viv, I was once again struck by her curvy body: she wore a nerdy t-shirt stretched tight over her large breasts, and black jeans that clung to her wide hips.

Suddenly, though, I got really shy. Even though Viv raised her face for a kiss, I just gave her a hug. We’d had hot and heavy conversations online, but here in public I suddenly felt hesitant to act on anything we’d said.

We settled into our beers and talked about all kinds of nerdy stuff. The whole time I was thinking about Viv’s kinks. But I never brought the subject up.

After a few beers, we decided to go for a walk. We wound up stepping into a small used bookstore a street over from the main downtown street.

This was one of those used bookstores with way too many books. The shelves were absolutely packed, and there were books stacked on tables, the floor, even on top of the shelved books! The aisles twisted and turned in strange, labyrinthine paths. The owner, an older man, stood at the front counter, holding a conversation in Arabic on his Airpods. He barely acknowledged us with a wave as we walked in.

I’ll be honest, I absolutely love books. I felt truly in my element in this bookstore. I lead Viv through the aisles, pointing out books I’d read, books I wanted to read, and books I’d never seen before.

As we walked through the store, we soon realized that, apart from the owner, we were the only customers present. The aisles were narrow, and soon we were walking with our shoulders pressed together. Anytime one of us wanted to pass the other, we had to practically rub our bodies.

Viv and I wound up in a dead-end aisle almost hidden by stacks of books. The shelves were so narrow that our bodies were touching, just standing there. I pointed to a book I liked, and Viv stepped in front of me to retrieve it. As she did so, she stood on her tip-toes and shoved her ass back against my crotch. Without thinking about it, I reached around and wrapped my arms around her.

Viv pulled the book down and snuggled back against me. It was absolutely silent in the bookstore, except for the distant sound of the owner’s conversation. The air was very still.

I leaned down and kissed Viv’s neck beneath her purple hair. She sighed contentedly and started rubbing her ass against my crotch. I don’t know if it was the beers I’d drunken earlier, or just the closed-in quietness of the bookstore, but I suddenly became very brave. As I licked Viv’s neck and earlobe, I reached up and fondled her large, soft breasts. She moaned, very quietly. I was getting hard, and think Viv could feel me swelling up against her large ass cheeks.

Viv whispered to me, in a voice barely audible even inches away, “I’m so wet right now. Do you want to feel it?”

“Yeah,” I whispered back, my breath hot in her ear.

Viv unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, and pulled them down a bit. She took my hand and brought it down to her panties. I could feel how soaked she was. Her pussy was warm through her panties, and I started rubbing it with my fingers.

I kept kissing Viv’s neck. She reached back with one hand and pulled my hips closer to her ass, so that my erection ground into her. I turned her head towards me and we kissed open-mouthed, our tongues wet in each others’ mouths.

I slipped my hand beneath Viv’s panties. My fingers slid easily between her pussy lips. She was very wet, and I quickly slipped my middle finger into her pussy. Viv moaned against my mouth, trying to stay silent.

I continued to finger Viv, faster and faster, as she ground her ass against my hard-on. I had my free hand on her throat, keeping her head turned so that her lips were on mine.

I shifted my fingers and started rubbing Viv’s clit, using her pussy juices as lube. Viv started breathing heavily through her nose, squirming in my arms. As her whole body started to shudder, I slid my finger back into her pussy and fucked her fast with it, curving it inside her.

Between kisses, Viv whispered to me that she was cumming.

Her body shook, and she breathed hard into my mouth.

Slowly, slowly, suddenly aware of the noise of our clothes and limbs, we disentangled. Viv zipped up her pants, and I wiped my fingers on my jeans.

We stayed in that little nook, flushed and catching our breath, trying to not make a sound. We held hands and grinned drunkenly at each other. We stayed there until we heard the store owner, still in his one-sided conversation, walk to the back of the store. Then, still holding hands, we ran back out to the street.

Viv and I went on a few more dates, and had some amazing sex. The relationship didn’t last, but now when I wind up in a quiet corner of a used bookstore, I think of her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rx3hee/fingering_my_date_f_in_a_quiet_bookstore