The Bookstore - Sex Stories

The Bookstore

... and serious. “Hey there,” he said. All she could do was blink. The two books in her bag burned against her side. He held out his hand. “I’m going to have to check your bag, miss.” She looked up at him, her eyes large and wet and terrified, frozen in place. He sighed slightly and moved to take the schoolbag off her shoulders. “I took two books. They’re in my bag. I’m really sorry.” The words came tumbling out. He kept looking at her. His hand remained outstretched. Gulping against the thickness in her throat, she reached her shivering hand into her bag and brought out the books, hot as fire. Oh god, the covers on them. A woman getting spanked, latex outfits, it was ridiculous. She handed them over, eyes on the ground, breath coming in gasps, stomach knotted tight. She was blushing furiously, she could feel the heat staining her neck and face. Staring fixedly at the carpet, she didn’t see his expression as he contemplated the books, and then her. He placed them to the side, made a decision. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Katy,” she mumbled automatically. He lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing them to make eye contact. She trembled, transfixed. “Well Katy, my name is Stan. I own this store. And I see you in here all the time, you’re practically my favourite customer.” He smiled at her, and the tightness in her chest let up a little. “And I think I’d be doing my favourite customer a disservice if I were to tell anyone about this.. mistake you made. You didn’t really mean ...

... to leave without paying for these, did you?"She shook her head wordlessly, hardly daring to hope. "I didn’t think so. A good girl like you wouldn’t do something like that.” A pause. “I’ve got to ask you though Katy, these books are very advanced for someone your age. You seem like a mature young lady, so I’m sure you understand this, but the stories in them, they’re just fantasies. They aren’t real. You know that, right?” She nodded, still blushing furiously. “Have you ever read any Anais Nin? No? Well, I can get some in for you. You seem smart, I think you could handle it. In fact..” he walked toward his desk and she followed as if pulled by wire. He opened a door marked ‘Management Only’. “You could even read it out the back here, if you wanted. If you wanted some privacy.” She cleared her throat, croaked, found her voice. “I wouldn’t have to hide?” “Oh no, the door even locks.” He smiled at her. “I’ll teach you a secret knock so you’ll know it’s me.” She felt loose with gratitude. It was all going to be ok. “Thank you so much, I just get so embarrassed out there..” “No problem, young lady. I know how rude people can be, they just don’t understand.” “Are you sure you don’t mind?” “Oh not at all, I barely use it. There’s a little TV and DVD player in there too, you can just hang out there if you like.” She tried not to grin like an idiot and failed. “Seriously Stan, this is so cool of you, thank you so much for not telling my parents, they’d freak.” “No problem at all. Feel ...