A Rainy Saturday Evening in a Bookshop

[BlueWriter]

The shopping mall was already shrouded in dusk as a heavy cloudburst was going down that washed all the passers-by into the big warehouses. That was that, I thought, and I could close my books.

But then there were you seeking shelter in my little bookshop, wet through, out of breath, looking out of the window as the rain is drumming on.

"Hello ... is here anybody?" I heard somebody calling as I was in the back office.

Obviously, nobody was there, and you began to open the first upper buttons of your totally wet blouse.

I cannot turn away my eyes from your breasts from which I can suspect only the outer regions ... and I want more ...

 

[intriguess]

She couldn't believe it Saturday caught in the rain. Her dark long hair was soaked as was her simple white blouse. Her navy skirt was soaked to and her panty hose clung wetly to the curves of her legs. Her first instinct was to smooth back her hair kick off her wet shoes, and called out ""Hello ... is anybody here?"

No response, she was either very lucky and the owner was very stupid or the owner couldn't hear her. Either way she wanted to get out of her wet clothes. She took a few steps inside and began unbuttoning her blouse pulling the wet fabric away from her milky pale skin. "Damn it, even my bra is soaked." She looked out window and saw that the downpour was in no danger of stopping and the lightning flash illuminated her car on the far side of parking lot. She pulled her shirt out of her skirt and pulled the wet fabric away from her skin, the sound seemed loud, yet she still saw no response.

She noticed a black cardigan and decided to risk it, she removed her blouse and draped it over the counter. She reached up behind her back and undid the four hooks that kept her plump breasts in place. Her bra tumbled off and she sighed softly as she laid it out on the counter. She took a moment to rub the red spots the straps had made and where the band dug into her flesh. She put her hands on her lower back and stretched feeling her breasts pull up and away and sway as she moved. She glanced down noticing her rose nipples had begun to crinkle and she grabbed the soft black cardigan and wrapped it around her body.

She still saw no one and feeling a little braver, undid her skirt and let it fall to floor. She leaned over and picked it up laying it on the counter the cardigan falling open as she did so. She decided to go ahead and remove her panty hose and draped them with the rest of her clothes. She wrapped the cardigan back around her body, glad that it covered her purple panties as she wondered where the proprieter could be hiding.