So this happened a few years ago now, but I’m feeling horny and bold enough to finally share it without having to anonymise any details.
I used to help out at a bookshop for a few hours a week just as a favour to my friend who owned it (hi Danny). It was quite a quirky place, a bit hipster and bohemian, staffed predominantly by socially-awkward oddballs. On the whole, they weren’t exactly the most attractive bunch – guys in their 30s who were prematurely bald (sorry Danny), girls in frumpy dungarees with grubby-looking dreadlocks – you get the picture.
And then there was Isla. She was a little bit younger than me at 23 – but she barely looked 20. I can only describe her as looking like a hot librarian, because she did. She wore glasses with small frames that she would alternate between sliding down her nose to read with and propping them up on her head, tangled in the long straight dark hair which reached down to the small of her back. She almost exclusively wore a stretchy, tight fitted polo-neck of some description and a high-waisted pencil skirt with a large belt wrapped high around her waist. She had tiny breasts but a cute ass, which was disproportionately curvy, relative to her small size. It was helped by her habit of wearing large-heeled boots which had the effect of changing her posture such that you could see her skirt protuding over her butt rather than hanging straight down.