Mystery Girl at the Bookstore

At first, he couldn’t tell if it was the way she laughed softly when she stumbled upon a funny line in her book, or the way she knit her brows together in concentration as if to embed the author’s words in her soul. Something about her, something he couldn’t exactly pinpoint, made her come across as mysterious and interesting. Dylan was willing to bet on the life of Rhea, his precious dog, that she wasn’t some boring book-reading brunette. 

It had been forty minutes since he entered the bookstore and still, he hadn’t found what he was looking for. Not that he could recall what it was he was actually looking for. Perhaps he would have been in a better position to remember a few titles had he bothered to write a list in advance. Every time he picked a book with the most attractive cover in the fiction section and tried to read the blurb, his eyes would wander treacherously in the direction of the girl seated a few feet away. 

At some point, he finally mustered the courage to approach her.  Go big or go home, he thought to himself as he placed one foot in front of the other. He figured he could pretend to be a book lover too and start a conversation.

“Hi,” he began lamely and sank in a chair. Immediately, his nose trapped the scent of her perfume. The fragrance was sweet and nostalgic. Clearing his throat, he went on, “I have always been a fan of Jenny Han.”

Dylan watched as the brunette turned, widened her anime eyes slightly and said accusingly, but with a note of playfulness in her tone, “Really? Because a real Jenny Han’s fan would know this is not her work. In fact, he or she would know this is not a YA romance novel.” 

The smirk did not leave her lips as she placed her wooden book mark in the middle, slammed the pages together and waved the novel in his face. There, in front of him, written in large fonts, was Paula Hawkins’ Girl on the Train. Mystified, he ruffled his hair and mentally face palmed himself for saying the first thing that came to his mind.   

Good. Now she thinks I’m stupid, Dylan thought.        

“My bad.” He laughed to disguise his embarrassment. “I’m not good in remembering covers.” 

The girl laughed. A warm, unrestrained laugh. Dylan wished he could pay her to laugh all day. Her laughter was the kind that tickled your ears like an autumnal bird’s song in the morning and erased all your doubts, replacing them with fresh waves of hope. 

“I would normally be offended but I’m in a better mood today,” she said and turned in her seat so that she was facing him fully. It took everything in him to restrain himself from letting his eyes drop to the rest of her body. He had had a false start and he had no choice but to maintain eye contact to prevent further embarrassment. 

Dylan arched a brow. “What do you mean?”

The girl shrugged. “You assumed I was reading a Jenny Han novel because of the movie. Not that I disregard her work. That would be an outright lie. Even avid reader like me would have to admit she is a talented writer.”

Dylan managed a smile. “Surely you can forgive me for jumping into that conclusion. To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before romcom is a phenomenon.” 

 She smirked in response and Dylan had a feeling he was missing something. Oddly enough, he wasn’t surprised but rather, awed by the fact that unlike many girls he had met before, she wasn’t an open book. So far, he could conclude it was her best quality. It made him like her more and suffice to say, dulled any hope he had in getting her number. Everything that came out of his mouth sounded wrong. 

“What?” 

“I prefer books,” she explained, her eyes downcast. For a split second, Dylan thought she was embarrassed to admit that fact. But when she lifted her eyes to meet his, he dismissed the thought. She looked like someone who was sure of herself but not in an obvious, conceited manner. Somehow, he was convinced she didn’t posses an insecure bone in her body. “You see, movies rarely stay true to the book and at the end of the day, they are two different narrations and I like the print version better.” 

“I feel you.” He nodded. Then, pointing at the book, he added, “So what is this one about? You seemed so engrossed in it.”

A flicker of confusion registered in her brown eyes. “Was that a rhetoric question? Because I don’t want to believe you want me to give you a summary.” 

 “I do,” he said with as much conviction as he could summon.

“No offense but you don’t strike me as a reader,” she said with a shake of her head, her ponytail bouncing from side to side. Her assessment was accurate but he wasn’t about to admit that. The only reason he stepped in the bookstore in the first place was because his younger sister sent him. Sadly, he was going to have to go home empty handed and face Sophie’s wrath because the sight of the pretty brunette in the reading area had messed with his memory. 

“No offense but I thought the first rule in the literary world was to never a judge a book by its cover. I thought it applied to real life.” He was rewarded with another laugh that made his heart clench. It was refreshing to know he could still make girls laugh as far as flirting with them was concerned. 

“Touché,” she said. “Okay, but I should warn you this is going to take at least fifteen minutes. Don’t hesitate to hold your hand up if your ears begin to bleed because I can be a blabber.”  

“I highly doubt that’s a possibility,” Dylan mumbled. 

As the girl talked, he took the opportunity to stare at her diamond shaped face. Really stare at it. She couldn’t be older than twenty four and Dylan guessed she was still in college. She was not wearing any make up but still, he more than liked what he saw. Her most prominent features were the delicate cheekbones, big lively eyes and the long, black, inquiring eyebrows. She had thin, glossed lips that occasionally spread into a small, beautiful smile. A ring peaked from her bony nose.

 Her skin was deeply tanned, like she had spent the last three years in a beach town where summer never ends.  Dylan’s eyes travelled to her gentle neck down to the rest of her body. He was aware that he was shamelessly checking her out but he didn’t falter. If his intuition was right, the girl didn’t mind. Maybe she was even fleetingly flattered. 

She had a petite upper body and even smaller hands. A black leather jacket hung loosely around her shoulders and she paired it with a white knitted scarf. Her light blue jewel top had red and black stains but they were not visible unless you looked closely. Some were fresh and some were old, like it had been washed multiple times and still refused to leave. Dylan made a mental note to ask her if she was a painter. Her rebellious streak combined with her choice of dressing made him think she had artistic abilities. 

His eyes continued with their exploration and he saw that she wore a black skater skirt with sheer pantyhose and combat boots. As if caught in a trance, he slid his gaze up and down the area between the hem of her skirt and the top of the black boots. For the first time, he appreciated just how sexy a girl’s legs could look in tights. And not any other girl. Specifically the one talking about a certain Rachel character.  

She had legs for days. They were long, thin but not too thin. Just staring at them, Dylan could already imagine how silky they would feel through the nylon material. His response to the image forming in his mind was a raging fire in his loins that could only be extinguished if he fucked her. The more he thought about caressing her thighs the more he grew excited. He casually dropped one hand to his midriff and covered the tent on his trouser. 

“They say a picture lasts longer,” she said suddenly. Dylan blinked twice and with an impressive amount of self control he didn’t know he possessed, he managed to peel his eyes away from her legs. With his free hand, he touched his warm ears, afraid they had pinkened like often they did when he was angry or embarrassed. 

“But you could prove me wrong,” she added. Dylan was positive she had purred when she said the words. Was she flirting with him? It was very likely. She was a straight shooter. 

“What makes you think I would be willing?” He tried to hide his excitement. His dick was now poking his hand. 

She didn’t answer. Instead, she shrugged and her eyes flickered to his throbbing member. 

“Okay, you win.” Dylan smiled. 

The girl smirked and slowly parted her legs as wide as they could go. Then, licking her lower lip, she rode her skirt a few inches higher. Dylan followed her movements and realized she was not wearing panties. He had a clear view of her bald pussy.

 Not able to restrain himself anymore, his hand traveled to her calf and a small groan escaped his throat. The exquisite feel of her skin laced with the tights caught him off guard. At first, his hand was still and he looked up to meet her eyes, to wait for permission to continue. A small nod was all she gave him and all he needed to massage her calf muscle all the way to her thighs. Her skin was incredibly soft and it got warmer the further he went. Pausing to see if anyone was watching, his hand inched to her slit and stopped there. Using his thumb, he gently brushed her lips. He repeated the action again and felt her hand on top of his. There was a pleading look in her eyes but he refused to obey her silent command. He wanted to prolong her torture.  

“Either go a little faster than that or we take this somewhere else,” she whispered in his ear. Coming from her, it sounded like a dare rather than a request. 

 “Somewhere else? Are you sure you can wait that long?” He smirked. His house was at least thirty minutes away.

She shook her head. “No, this bookstore belongs to a friend. He wouldn’t mind if we used the room at the back.”

“I’m game if you are,” Dylan said and pinched her clit. She coughed in attempt to stifle a moan. 

“Follow me,” she said and abruptly rose from her seat. Dylan looked around and was relieved to see that the room was only occupied by a few buyers and no one was paying attention to them. He followed her into a dark room at the back. When she switched on the light, he realized that it was an office. There was an old computer on the dusty desk and a stack of papers. 

Kicking the door shut behind him, Dylan cupped her cheeks and his lips found her warm, soft ones immediately. He kissed her ferociously like a predator feasting on his prey. She too responded with the same urgency. Her hands were unzipping his jacket and he willingly shrugged out of the sleeves. Next, he felt her fingers tracing the outline of his biceps and the amount of pressure she was applying was an indication that she liked his body. Dylan was thrilled that the serious effort he was putting at the gym was paying off. 

 Plunging his tongue inside her mouth, he used his hands to locate the zipper of her skirt. He let it fall down to her ankles then grabbed her hips. On cue, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Taking three hurried steps, he crossed the room and set her ass on the desk, the papers and books falling on the floor with a thud. He continued to explore her body and at some point, got rid of the rest of the garments until she was in a bra only and tights only. 

When they came up for air, he leaned back to stare at her breasts. They were the right size, neither small nor too big. 

“Wow,” was the only word his brain could string in that moment. 

“Like what you see?” She teased. 

“Yes. Don’t let it get in your head,” he said breathlessly then proceeded to unhook the dark blue lace bra. Like he predicted, he succeeded on the first try. No matter how complicated the bra clasps looked like, he always knew what to do without having to ask. He knew such expert skills were a turn on to women even if they rarely said it loud. After learning that some men fumble around before a woman takes over, he began to wear it like a badge of honor. 

Dylan gently squeezed her breasts and watched as her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. Encouraged by her response, he caressed her erect, pink nipples with his thumbs. Under his touch, they grew harder. His eyes never leaving her face, he bent slightly to trap one in his mouth. He swirled it with his tongue and soft moans escaped her lips. Her eyes were shut tight and her hand guided him gently. With the tips of fingers, he pinched the other nipple hard and immediately felt her nails dig into the flesh of his back. 

“Ow!” She cried. 

“Your body liked it,” Dylan chuckled. He wrapped an arm around her waist to support her while the other fondled the skin under her boobs all the way to her hip bone. His lips abandoned her nipple followed the trail left by his finger tips. He planted wet kisses on her belly and when he reached at the waistband of her pantyhose, he paused to hook it with his fingers then lowered it down to her knees.

His dick twitched when he saw that the part that covered her sex was soaked with her arousal. Her juices were now trickling down her thighs freely while her pussy lips glistened invitingly. Dylan leaned to smell her scent and swallowed hard. She smelled celestial. He closed his eyes as his nose brushed on her sensitive bud in up and down motions. 

“Please,” she said softly. “I need this. Now.”

“Nice choice of words,” he remarked. He then parted the wet folds and immediately located her bundle of nerves. Using his tongue, he applied more pressure on her clit. At the same time, he inserted three fingers in her slick channel, taking advantage of the lubrication her juices provided. In quick motions, he pumped and licked her simultaneously. Dylan knew she was close to the edge when her grip on his dark curls became more firm.

It didn’t long before her hips bucked together, almost bruising his face as waves of orgasm rode her.  Her cries of ecstasy were like music, the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He didn’t stop stimulating her center until she went still. Dylan gave her a few seconds to recover then began unbuckle his belt but a hand stopped him. 

“It’s my turn,” she said. 

 “Your wish my command,” Dylan said, hoping she would be fast. He didn’t think his dick could wait any longer. All he could think about was finding his release.  As if she read his mind, she didn’t take long to get rid of the belt and unzip his jeans. Then she proceeded to lower his boxer briefs and his shaft sprung free. The tip was moist with precum and he caught her licking her lips appreciatively when she saw the size of his member. 

She had to use both hands to circle the thick shaft. She then massaged it, paying special attention to the tip. Her touch ignited another hunger in him. Her hands were gentle but even a mere caress brought him closer and closer to the brink of an orgasm. And when her hands reached his balls, he nearly came.

 “Enough for now,” he said hoarsely. He pinned her hands behind her back and then reached for his wallet. Next, he tore open the foil packet and rolled it along his cock. He then positioned himself at her entrance.

 “Ready?” He whispered. 

“Yes.” The words had barely left her lips before he slammed into her. He briefly stopped to fill her, to give her vaginal wall a few seconds to get used to monstrous cock. Her pussy was tight and he enjoyed the snatch around him. Although he was dying to end the torture, he didn’t want to hurt her. So he remained motionless until he felt her hand on his ass, nudging him.

Hungrily, Dylan plunged into her again and picked momentum. Every thrust was deeper and sharper than the previous. He kept ramming into her until he heard her tightening around him as she climaxed. He followed seconds later and he held her close to support himself as his whole body shook. He emptied himself inside her and pulled out when he had been wrung dry. 

Hooking the hem of his T-Shirt in his hands, he brought it to his face and wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. He then picked his belt from the floor and zipped his trouser. When he glanced at her, she was doing the same.  

“I guess I have my sister to thank for sending me here,” Dylan said when they finished dressing. “Will I be seeing you in future? I could pretend to like books for a while.” 

 “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now,” she said but the corners of her mouth quivered as if she was suppressing a smile. “Did you find what you were looking for? I think I’m ready to call it a day.” 

“No but I’m will walk you outside,” he offered. 

 “I thought I said we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves,” she said and led the way out of the room. They stopped at the seat she previously occupied where she picked the book and dumped it in her leather sling bag. 

 “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do anything stupid like crush on you or anything.” As soon as he said the words, he wasn’t sure if he meant them. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, resolving to think about it later. 

“I’m Dylan by the way,” he said once they stepped on the street. “Can I get your number?” 

“If you insist,” she teased. 

“I insist,” he said, just in case it wasn’t clear. He reached for his phone, unlocked the screen and gave it to her. She typed quickly and handed back the phone wordlessly. Dylan glanced at the screen. Her contact was saved ‘Bookstore Girl.’ He reread the words and laughed. 

“You are funny. What is it going to take for you to tell me your name?” He said and looked up.  The girl was gone. Not daring to believe his eyes, Dylan craned his neck as he frantically searched for her in the almost deserted street. Suspecting she went back for something, he checked the bookstore. Unfortunately, there was still no sign of her. Or anyone resembling her for that matter. It was as if she had vanished into the thin air. The only evidence that she was there in the first place and not a product of his colorful imagination were traces of her perfume that still lingered in his shirt. 

“Unbelievable,” he muttered under his breath.