Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 13:03:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sarah Palm <sarahsweet38@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bookstore Encounter

The following is a sexually explicit story of a true lesbian encounter. If that
offends you, or you are under 18, you should go elsewhere. If you enjoy it, I
would be glad to hear from you. Please e-mail me at sarahsweet38@yahoo.com.


Bookstore Encounter by Sarah Palm


I was in Seattle for a few days of depositions. Naturally, I had checked things
out online to see where I might find some fun or trouble while I was there.
There was a gay and lesbian bookstore listed, not far from the tourist center at
Pike's Place market.  On my first evening in town, I decided I would browse
through there before maybe going to a lesbian bar. I wanted to look a little
sexy, but hadn't really brought any fancy or club clothes, and expected to be
walking quite a bit. So I wore a little white-and-blue tennis dress with
Reeboks, an outfit that at least showed off my long legs. I put my blonde hair
in a pony tail and headed out of the hotel. I am 36, still with freckles on my
face, and have a slim, fairly athletic figure. I am a happily married woman who
seeks encounters with other women when the opportunities arise, usually when I
am travelling on business.


It was a charming little bookstore, with dark wood paneling and shelves. An
obviously gay man behind the front counter smiled and said hello as I walked in.
There were some signs pointing to the different areas of interest, so I quickly
found the lesbian section. On my way there I noticed a few guys standing near
each other leafing through magazines. The lesbian section was in a corner of the
store, somewhat isolated from the rest of the store behind its own walls, with
an open doorway. It was an open rectangular area, with shelves along all four
walls and some on table displays, and I was pleased to see a couch in the center
of the section, and an old overstuffed chair in one corner. I prefer bookstores
that encourage leisurely browsing.


I was the only woman in the section when I entered.  I walked along the shelves,
scanning the book spines. I leafed through one book of very tasteful, artsy
nudes; then I skimmed through a prominently displayed book with more explicit
photos of women in more erotic poses. Some were graphic nudes and others were
close-ups; there were photos of women masturbating and making love to each
other. I adore the female form, and felt myself becoming aroused. I placed the
book back on its stand, and wandered into the area of written erotica. I
selected a book with a collection of erotic short stories, and sat on the couch
to browse through it.


Reading lesbian erotica always gets me turned on, and the stories in the book
were very good. I could feel that I was beginning to get wet, and was getting to
that point where I was really enjoying the pressure caused by crossing my legs
as I sat on the comfortable couch. I was getting a bit lost in the book, and was
part way through a story about 'girls' night at the bath house' - what a turn-on
THAT would be! - when I heard someone else walk into the room.


I was probably a little flushed when I looked up to see a very cute young woman
approaching the shelves. She was in her mid-twenties, with short dark hair and
skin. Her features were vaguely Spanish or South American, but she was certainly
an all-American girl. She was dressed in a way typical of the young grunge set
of Seattle, in tight worn denim cut-off shorts, a loose rock-and-roll t-shirt
and boy's sneakers. She had multiple leather and metal bracelets on one arm, a
tattoo with flowers and vines on the other, four studs through one ear and a
small silver ring through her bottom lip. She was slim and almost my height of
5'7, with long brown legs and tight, but not overly muscular, arms. Although she
had a grunge style, she and her clothes looked clean and the hair of her boyish
cut shined. She gave me a sweet and shy but amused smile (she probably noticed I
was a little red), showing brilliant white teeth, and I smiled back and said
hello.  She said "hi" and turned her attention back to the bookshelves. I think
I saw her glancing at my legs before she did.


I returned to reading my book, but I could not help looking up at her
frequently. She was slowly moving along the bookshelves in my direction with her
back to me. The denim shorts were very short, and prominently displayed her
round but firm little ass and long slim thighs. Looking at her, I realized that
she was really very lovely, in a boyish way, with a chiseled face, full lips,
and dark full eyebrows. She could probably pass for a model or upscale stripper
in different clothes. I continued trying to read the story in my lap while
enjoying the live sight in front of me. I imagined how she would look walking
the halls in the story, with nothing but a white towel at her waist.


She looked through some books as she moved along the shelves, putting them back
one at a time. One book kept her attention for some time, and she leaned against
the shelves as she read from it. It was a small book that she held with one
hand, and I noticed her other hand absently tracing along her stomach as she
read. She was nearer to me at this point, and as she put that book back, she
quietly said to me "warm in here, isn't it?"


I smiled at her and said "I know what you mean. Hot,even."

She came to the book of erotic photographs that I had looked at earlier, and
picked it up from its stand. After looking at a few pages, she took it to the
chair in the corner and sat down. She was sitting about ten feet away from me,
slightly to my left, facing directly toward me. That is, if I turned just a bit
in my seat toward the left, I would be facing directly toward her.


She sat with the book and opened it in her lap. She slowly began going through
the book, one page at a time, examining the pictures. At times, she would gently
bite her bottom lip as she was reading, and I noticed her sweet long legs,
crossed at the ankles, sometimes moving, like she was pressing her thighs
together. I found myself looking at her more than I was reading my book, and she
knew it.  It became a game. She would glance up to see me looking at her, and I
would smile and look down at my book. This continued for some time, and we were
both smiling. Then at one point, I glanced up at her, and saw that she was
staring at my legs. She glanced at my eyes, but did not look away, instead
returning her gaze to my legs. I looked back at my book, pretending not to
notice, but turned slightly toward her. Then I looked directly into her eyes and
slowly let my legs open. Because of how short my tennis dress was, I had no
doubt that she could see the crotch of my light blue panties. her eyes foused on
the spot between my thighs, and I spread my legs a little further. The she
looked up into my eyes, and looked around as if to make sure we were alone.
She lifted the large photo book higher, placing it against her waist, allowing
me to see the thin strip of blue denim between her legs.


She returned her eyes to her book, and her legs gently and slightly rocked open
and closed. I watched with intent interest as her motion moved the denim fabric.
After openly watching her for a few minutes, I got up and walked to a spot at
the shelves near her, to put my book back on the shelf. "I was looking at that
earlier. It's a beautiful book, isn't it?" I said.


"It is," she said. "There is a picture here that I really love." I stood beside
her as she leafed back through the pages. She went slowly, and I stepped in very
close to her to see the pages. She paused briefly at a black and white close-up
of a shaved pussy glistening with beads of water, and then continued. She
stopped at a color picture of a tall blonde woman, stretched out on her back in
the sun, one knee raised, eyes closed, looking like she was just beginning to
touch her pussy, which was adorned by a very small patch of blonde hair. In
shape and color, the woman looked quite a bit like me. "I love this one," she
practically whispered.


I said "Sometimes when I look at a book like that, I not only enjoy looking at
the women, but think about how much I would enjoy posing like that for someone."


She looked at me and smiled. "That would be something to see."

I said "that book is full of beautiful pictures. Including some of lovely dark
young women. I have an idea," and I went for it - "I am staying at a hotel near
here. How about, I'll buy that book, we can pick up a bottle of wine, and look
it over together in my room?"


"My name is Marissa. That sounds like a great idea," she said.

"Your name is almost as beautiful as you are, Marissa. I'm Sarah. Let's get out
of here."


She walked with me to the counter, where I paid for the book. The storekeeper
put it in one of those black plastic bags and handed it over. As we left, she
said "you have to let me get the wine." We went into a liquor store down the
street and she picked out a nice Claret. She paid for it and we walked out of
the store.


We chatted casually on the short walk to my hotel. She smiled frequently, and we
sometimes bumped against each other. I couldn't stop looking at her pretty face,
and noticing her long lean legs moving beneath her. I could see that she was
looking at me in the same way. As we neared the hotel, we got quieter. I sensed
that she was as excited as I was.


I pushed the button for my floor number and we waited for the elevator. Standing
beside she, me gently took my hand in hers, as if to say she didn't care what
anyone else thought. The elevator door opened, and we stepped inside. I pushed
my floor number and the door shut, with just the two of us in the elevator. She
turned to me and we shared a long kiss. Her breath was so sweet, her tongue warm
and darting. She pressed against me and I felt she wanted the aggressive role,
which was fine with me. She pushed me back against the wall and kissed me
deeply, both of our arms still at our sides, holding our packages. "I can't wait
to get you naked," she murmered into my ear.


The door open and, weak-kneed, I led her down the hallway to my room. At one
point I turned and walked backward, looking at her. She was looking down at my
legs, and then up my body to my face, with her tongue showing between her lips.
Rarely had I felt so wanted.

I unlocked the door to my room and held it open for her as I took the wine
bottle from her. She walked in ahead of me, and I watched her walk into the
room. It was fairly large, with a sitting and tv area, with a couch and chair,
separate from the bedroom. She wnt into the bathroom as I sat on the couch and
opened the wine, filled two glasses and set them on the coffee table. I took the
book out of the bag and placed it near the wine glasses. I was breathless with
excitement as I heard the bathroom door open and she came to me.


She picked up a glass of wine as she stood in front of me, looking down at me.
She took a deep pull on the glass, never taking her eyes off of me. She gulped
it quickly, and then put it on a side table. Then she quickly moved the coffee
table out of the way and stood directly in front of me, running her hand along
the side of my face. "You are fucking beautiful", she said.

She leaned in to kiss me, and I felt the weight of her body lower against mine.
I opened my mouth to her, and put my arms around her. She slid down my body
until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Her hands moved up the
outside of my thighs, to the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips off
the couch to make it easier for her. She quickly, and roughly, pulled them down
and off of me, leaving my sneakers and socks on. She bunched my tennis dress up
around my waist, revealing my pussy, with a slim strip of blonde hair, to the
light. She put her hands under my ass and pulled me to her, rubbing her face in
my slit before she started licking me, pressing my legs back. Looking down,
seeing her pretty little face at my cunt was so wonderful. I ran my hands
through her short dark hair and pulled her in tight against me.


She continued licking and nibbling me until I was near to coming, and then
stopped. Her voice hoarse, she said "turn around. Kneel on the couch." I did as
she directed, my dress still bunched at my waist. From behind, she pulled it up
and off of me, and then unsnapped my bra and pulled that away. Somehow, it
seemed like such a turn on that I still had my sneakers on, and nothing else.
She moved up close behind me. Her left hand slid between my legs from behind,
the other moved around me to squeeze my right breast.


Her fingers spread and stroked my wet pussy. Sometimes she would pull it back
and gently probe at my asshole. The hand on my breast was strong, pinching and
twisting at my nipple. She put her head on my shoulder, and whispered into my
ear. "You like this? You like having your cunt played with?"


"Oh, yes", I said.

She continued to play with me in this way for a few minutes. I spread my arms
out on the back of the couch and pressed my ass back against her hands. "You are
a horny slut, aren't you?" she asked. I could only moan my assent.


Then she stopped. She told me to turn around. I sat on the couch facing her. She
sat on the coffee table looking at me, drinking her wine. "Play with yourself",
she said. I spread my legs wide and slowly fingered my pussy lips and rubbed my
clit while she watched me. "Pinch your nipples" she demanded. I did so with one
hand, and lifted one breast to my mouth and sucked my own nipple, still
fingering my pussy with the other hand, looking into her eyes as she watched me.
"Lick your fingers" she said. I took the hand that was wet from my pussy and put
my fingers in my mouth, licking and sucking them clean. "You like the taste of
cunt?" she asked.

"I do, very much," I said.

"Good." She stood up in front of me, and pulled off her t-shirt. She was wearing
no bra. Her dark little breasts were firm and beautiful, with very dark large
nipples. I slid forward on the couch and wrapped my arms around her waist, and
kissed her stomach. I looked up at her as my hands felt her breasts, enjoying
the sight of my pale arms against her dark skin. She put her hands behind my
head and pulled me against her, grinding and pumping her hips, rubbing her
crotch on my face, like a man might do. "Take them off me, cunt," she said.


I unsnapped and unzipped her denim shorts and slid them down her legs, and she
stepped out of them. She was wearing a pair of black thongs, and I put my hands
around her ass and pulled her against me as I smelled and licked her through the
panties."Stop fucking around. Take them off."


I pulled her panties down, and she stood before me naked, dark and beautiful,
her perfect little slit completely shaved. She put one foot up on the couch and
pulled my head in against her. Wild with passion, I licked her deeply,
encouraging her to bring her weight against me. Having my face in her sweet
little pussy was heaven. She smelled musky and clean, and I got my whole face
slippery rubbing against her.


After  a few minutes, she told me to get on the bed. I moved to the bed and laid
on my back with my legs spread, gently playing with myself as I watched her. She
went to her purse and pulled out a fairly large dildo. Then she came back to the
bed and kneeled between my legs, rubbing the phalus between my legs until it was
wet, and then sliding it deep into me. She pushed it in as far as it would go,
and then stopped, just looking at me. She began rubbing my clit with her other
hand as she started sliding the rubber cock in and out of my cunt.


I pinched my nipples and moaned, raised my hip to meet her, and said things like
"oh fuck yeah." Soon, I came with a massive orgasm, my hips rising to meet her,
my hands helping hers at my pussy, my eyes never leaving her beautiful face and
body.


Then she slowly slid up my body, rubbing her pussy against my stomach, my
breast, and then she straddled my face. I reached around and pulled her down on
me, her sweet brown cunt against my lips, my chin, my nose. She straightened up
and as I looked up, I could see her pinching her own nipples. I tongued her
deeply, and she soon started madly rubbing her pussy up and down against my
face, until she came in a series of spasms.


Afterward, she fell onto the bed beside me, and we gently touched and kissed
each other. We took a break and drank some more wine, naked together, and leafed
through the book we had brought home. We layed on the bed on our stomachs next
to each other, looking at the pictures, sometimes laughing, sometimes kissing.
Sometimes, her hand would stroke my ass, which I would encourage with a moan and
spreading of my legs. After awhile, I pushed her over onto her back on the
bed, kissed my way down her body from her lips, and very slowly licked her to
another orgasm.


My bookstore encounter with Marissa was one of the best nights of my life. There
have been others. If you liked this story, you might like my story "Under the
Spell of Grace", under Encounters, or "spanking" under Authoritarian. I always
enjoy hearing from readers!


- Sarah