Eroticas :: Thea (Part 1)

I've always been a sucker for books, even though I don't always read them. That's what brought Thea and I together – BOOKS! She actually owned a book store in Windsor, England, well I suppose her mother owned it really, she'd bought it for something for Thea to do.

Unlike her two brothers and sisters, she didn't have a lot of ambition. Even when I walked in there on the first day I thought she looked like a lost soul. However, I did find her attractive. She was tall and slim with brown hair that hung down around her shoulders but perhaps her most outstanding feature was those sad brown eyes.

Her dress could best be described as casual, faded jeans, striped top, long woollen sweater and boots. The latter, although having zips up the sides, were undone.

The store looked just as casual as she did but I guess that's what second hand book stores are supposed to look like. It was piled up with books of every size and genre, and there was a big comfortable looking arm chair, where she sat when I entered, and a cat. It was a shaggy looking thing, grey all over except for its head that was completely black. I found out later she called him Kat – with a K.

I didn't live in Windsor, I lived in nearby Slough. At 20 years old I was still living with my parents and I had yet to be intimate with a girl. The problem was I actually looked younger than my age and I just didn't seem to attract women. Consequently I was always on the prowl for vulnerable females who might look as though they were having the same difficulty. However, I was not looking for love – I was just hoping to fuck somebody.

Thea didn't fit my criteria, she was pretty, and I imagined at the time that loads of guys had asked her out, that turned out not to be true. Perhaps young guys my age didn't frequent second-hand bookstores. But – believe it or not I walked out of that place that day with a date.

I think I made it obvious that I found her attractive; I kept browsing the books, making sure that I was in a position to keep having a sly peek at her. She sat nonchalantly in her chair and I was trying to think of something I could say to get a conversation going. Fortunately, the cat, obviously sensing my dilemma, jumped onto the table next to me and began to rub against my arm.

"What's his name?" I asked, stroking his arched back, and putting my book to one side.

"Kat – with a K," she replied, "He seems to like you."

I told her that I had a ginger cat at home called Marmalade and that just led to a conversation that lasted over an hour. Being Sunday the next day, and assuming she would be closed, I asked her if she'd like to do something. She said "Yes."

When I inquired where to pick her up she said, "Here, I have an apartment upstairs."

I felt this was getting just a little bit too good to be true but on the way home I daydreamed about kissing her, sliding my hand up her leg and taking her up into her apartment screwing the ass off of her. That's how my mind worked back then.

On the Sunday morning I showered and then tried on numerous articles of clothing, not quite knowing whether to look like James Bond or Mick Jagger. Eventually I compromised and went semi-casual.

When I arrived at the store I wasn't sure how to make her aware that I was waiting for her outside. The door was locked, I didn't have her cell number and banging on the door didn't seem to get any response. The first thing that sprang to mind was that she'd forgotten about it, or even worse – had changed her mind.

I was about to throw my hands up in despair when I heard a voice behind me and there she was.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she smiled, "I had to run over to get something from mum's house."

Hoping it was a packet of condoms, I asked where she'd like to eat and she said she wouldn't mind a pub lunch. I left my car parked near the store and we walked down by the castle and then crossed the road to a pub called the Duchess of Cambridge, where we had a roast beef lunch and a glass of beer. When we emerged back into the sunshine I suggested we walked down to the Thames River and rent a boat. She loved the idea.

I took her hand as we walked and she didn't seem to object. When we climbed into the swaying vessel she asked me if she could row, and although it pricked my masculine sensibilities a bit I said "OK."

It was such a beautiful day. I just leaned back and admired her. She looked quite a bit different from when I first saw her, she had a short skirt and a lacy top and, as she pulled on those oars, I got the occasional look at her panties. I was in heaven. At last Chris Cooper, the guy who had such a poor track record with women, was with a very pretty young girl who might, if the Gods smiled on him, take him back to her place for an evening of sexual gratification.

Mid afternoon we sat by the river and just talked about our families, our jobs and our cats, and then came an invitation that sent my blood racing through my veins.

"Would you like to come back to my place for some coffee?"

No sweeter words were ever spoken and even as I rose and helped her to her feet I was developing an erection. We held hands once more as we climbed the hill by the castle and headed for the store.

I was trembling with anxiety as I waited for her to put the key in the lock. The bells chimed as we entered and then I followed her up the stairs in the trail of her sweet perfume, admiring her long legs and round bum, as I did so.

The attic apartment was nicer than I thought it would be. Apparently her dad had fixed it up for her. It was small but being painted white gave it the feeling of space. There was just a sofa, bed, coffee table and TV set basically, with a few pictures and candlesticks to make it feel like home.

"Sit down," she said, "The kitchen's downstairs at the back of the store, I'll go and put the coffee on."

I was as interested in coffee as I was taking a dose of cyanide but I smiled and sat back and gazed around the apartment until she returned with a tray. Because my hormones were completely out of control I think my conversation during coffee was bordering on the ridiculous. I kept grasping at topics trying to fill the time before I would have her lying on that bed with her legs in the air and screaming for more.

When the cups and tray were cleared away we just sat there and looked at each other. She was expecting me to kiss her I knew that and so I casually put my arm on the back of the sofa in preparation for my next move. It was not quite as smooth as I planned but I did maneuver my arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards me. Our lips met and my dick almost broke out through my zipper.

We kept kissing for some time and then I made my next move, I gently touched the side of her right breast with the ends of my fingers. She gave a little gasp but she didn't brush me away, so I took my free hand and worked it up inside of her top. Her bra was quite flimsy and so instead of trying to unhook it I just slid it up and bingo my hand was groping her soft warm skin.

They weren't big but to a hand that had never ever groped this part of a woman's anatomy before, it was a mind blowing experience. Thea didn't seem overwhelmed at this point but when I moved my hand down to the hem of her skirt and slowly ran it up her thigh, she began to tremble.

She held on to me tighter and tighter as my finger found its way around her panties and gently touched the lips of her flower. I kept it there for a few seconds before attempting to slip it into her love tunnel. When I did it was warm and wet. She had her cheek tucked against mine and was breathing in short little gasps as I moved it in and out.

I may not have had much experience but I knew where the clitoris was and so I began to move my finger between the lips from the bottom to the top, from the bottom to the top, over and over again. It wasn't long before those gasps turned into whimpers and then her body started to shake violently and she forced my hand away.

It seemed only natural to me that she would now want to feel my throbbing cock rammed up inside of her and I attempted to remove her panties to facilitate this. Much to my surprise she suddenly stood up and announced that she was expecting her mother to call round at any time and that maybe I should leave.

Did I show my disappointment? You bet I fucking did, and when she tried to give me a kiss and to thank me for a lovely day I moved away, gave her a terse goodbye and I cursed to myself all the way home.

Of course I swore that I never wanted to see her again but after work Monday I rushed over to Windsor and caught her just before she closed. She looked at me quizzically and then let me in.

"I wasn't expecting you," she mumbled, seemingly not wanting to look me in the eye.

"I came to say I'm sorry for acting like a spoilt kid," I said.

"That's OK – I understand how you feel," she shrugged, "It's just that I'm not ready for that yet – I'm sorry."

I put my arms around her and we kissed, like it or not I was in some sort of relationship, it's more than I'd ever had before and so I had decided to try and live with it." ……… To be continued

Original source: Eroticas :: Thea (Part 1).