The other day we were in an old used bookstore. We were browsing a few feet away from each other. I was looking at some books on the social sciences while she was looking at the world history section. We hadn’t said anything to each other in maybe twenty minutes because we both tend to get lost in the atmosphere.
She was wearing pretty stretchy and accessible leggings with a black thong. I watched her get dressed that morning and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. We briefly made eye contact and we knew what we were both thinking almost instantly.
We needed each other.
We had messed around a little in public before, but nothing major. Just some fondling, making out, finger-sucking, or jerking here and there.
But we needed each other.
No one else was in the store and everything was quiet. But not too quiet. We knew the owner was in up in the front and with the way everything from the floors to the shelves to the books themselves creaked we’d have no risk of being caught.