Emily Hancock wasn’t someone you could readily pick out of a crowd. She didn’t stand out and she didn’t go out of her way to make her presence known. Oh, she was attractive enough, about five foot seven inches tall with shoulder-length chestnut brown hair, soft brown eyes and a nice friendly smile. Her figure wasn’t that bad either, she was slim and walked a lot to stay that way. But the shy, introverted, 20 year old Emily preferred blending into the background. Which made what happened to her that one wonderful summer all the more astounding!

Emily was your typical bookworm “nerd”. Her whole world revolved around the books and stories she so loved to read. Her favorites were the romance novels and she loved getting swept away in the romantic tales. She devoured her books and couldn’t get enough of them. They were her best friends.

Emily was working one Tuesday afternoon at Gently Used Books, the used bookstore that she worked part-time at. She loved the little bookstore and had been going there regularly for so long that the owner, a kindly old man named Mr. Finster knew her by name and would greet her when she came in.

She got to know the place better than some of the people the owner had hired, so one day he had offered to put her knowledge to work. Emily accepted immediately and had worked her way from stocking and shelving to ordering and inventory. She enjoyed her job and she especially liked that she could work in the back room where she was more comfortable.

But on that particularly fateful day, Mr. Finster had a doctor’s appointment and there was no one available to work the cash register. So reluctantly, Emily came out of the back room and held down the front desk, hoping that no one would come in while she was there.

She had been working out front for about an hour, straightening up some books on the shelf, when she heard the little bell over the door ring. Emily came around the end of the shelving, expecting to see Mr. Finster back from the doctor’s appointment.

But instead of sweet Mr. Finster, another man stood at the front counter. At first, Emily thought she could just stay behind the shelves and the man would leave. But she knew that Mr. Finster wouldn’t like that. He put her in charge of the store because he knew she could handle it. So it was up to her to prove it.

“Can I help you?” she said, as she came up behind the man. He turned around a bit startled and that’s when she saw him.

The man was gorgeous! Six foot six inches tall with collar length blond hair and ice blue eyes, a strong firm chin covered in a stubble beard, he had a face she could stare into for hours. He wore a three piece Ralph Lauren business suit, impeccably tailored, and he filled it out wonderfully, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the kind of tush that tempted her to grab onto it!

“Yes, I was wondering if you have a book... ‘The Lost World’ by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?” he asked.

Emily stood there, transfixed for a moment. He waited for her to reply and when she didn’t, he spoke up. “Miss?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Let me check and see about your book!” she said, blushing at her preoccupation of him. She walked around behind the counter and began typing into her computer. As she worked, she furtively stole a quick peek at him. He looked like the men on the covers of the romance novels she loved to read! She smiled to herself at the thought.

“I’m sorry, we seem to be out of that book at the moment. I could order it for you if you like. It should only take a few days to come in,” she said, looking up from her screen at him.

“Yes I’d like that. If it’s not too much trouble that is,” he replied with a smile.

Emily looked at his warm smile and sparkling blue eyes. She saw his kind face and she was smitten. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her stomach doing flip flops like a fish out of water!

“I-it would be no problem at all, sir. All I would need is a little information. Your name?” Emily said beginning to enter his info on their order form.

“My name is Thomas Emmerson. Now what is yours?” he said with a wink.

Emily blushed bright red at his wink and smile. “I-I’m ... um ... I’m Emily. Emily Hancock,” she stammered, completely flustered at his charm.

“Well it is very nice to meet you Emily Hancock,” he said. She could feel her panties getting damp.

“Your ... um ... address?” she asked, trying to remain as professional as she could under the circumstances.

“1435 Meadowbrooke Avenue,” he said.

“Ooh, that is a nice area!” she said. Meadowbrooke Avenue was indeed a nice area. A new development of very nice houses, it was where the more well-to-do lived.

“That figures ... the way he is dressed, he had to be rich!” she thought to herself.

“Can I ask you a question, Mr. Emmerson?” she asked.

“Only if you promise to call me Thomas!” he said, smiling again.

“Okay, Thomas. Why did you come all the way over to this side of town and to our little bookstore? I mean you passed two or three bigger bookstores – chain stores – to get here. And you could have ordered this book online as well,” she asked.

“Well to be honest, I’m lost. You see I am new to this area and don’t know my way around much. When I saw your bookstore I remembered the book I wanted, and I figured it would be a good way to get directions as well,” he explained.

“Oh I see. Where are you trying to get to?” Emily asked.

“I am trying to get to the City building so I can set up my address there for billing and tax purposes,” he said.

“Oh, Okay. Well you go down this street here for two blocks, turn right and go east on 23rd street for four blocks. It will be on your right, a tall grey office building ... I think it’s like six or seven stories tall. There’s a large sign in front though, so it’s hard to miss,” Emily said. “Here, compliments of the bookstore ... so you will be able to find your way back to visit us again,” Emily handed him a map of the city and she put a dot with a marker where the bookstore was located.

“Oh, I am fairly certain I won’t be forgetting how to get to this bookstore!” he said, leaning over the counter slightly.

Emily hoped he didn’t hear the soft gasp that came from her. Thomas turned and headed towards the door. As he started through it though he turned and gave Emily one final wink and then headed on his way. Emily sat back in her chair, safely behind the counter and fanned herself – it had gotten surprisingly warm in the bookstore all of a sudden!

A few days later, Emily was opening a shipment of books and in one box, sitting right on top, was a copy of “The Lost World” – the book Thomas had ordered! Emily snatched it up quickly and set it aside. She wanted to be the one to give it to him! That very afternoon Emily went home a bit early ... she had plans that evening and wanted to get home to get ready!

She looked through her closet for something that said sexy without being inappropriate. She was going over to Thomas’s house to deliver his book so it was business but she also wanted him to notice her this time! She had one dress she had used for a New Years Eve party she was invited to a couple years ago ... she hoped it still fit her.

She quickly tried it on and luckily for her it did. She took it off and quickly showered and then got dressed. She didn’t normally wear much makeup, but she wanted to look special for him so she put on a little blush and some red lipstick. She brushed her shoulder length chestnut brown hair and put a red flower in her hair.

She looked at herself in the mirror and satisfied with her look, she picked up Thomas’s book and drove over to the address he had given her when he ordered the book.

She pulled up in front of a very impressive Traditional-style two story home, set on a large lot on a nicely treed street. It was a very lovely scene and Emily sat in the car for a moment daydreaming about what it would be like living in such a nice neighborhood. It was a far cry from her poorer, more run down and older neighborhood – in fact it was hard to believe it was in the same city!

Emily shrugged it off and got out of the car. She had “business” to attend to and she wanted to get on with it. She walked up the sidewalk admiring the manicured lawn and fancy shrubbery until she reached the large front door. She rang the bell and waiting for several moments for the door to open. She had just about lost her nerve and was about to turn and walk away when the door opened and he was standing there, as gorgeous as she remembered.

He wasn’t wearing his suit this time, dressed instead in a pair of tight blue jeans and a slightly too small white polo shirt with all the buttons open to show a bit of his nicely sculpted chest. His biceps bulged from his shirt sleeves and Emily caught yet another gasp as she saw him in the doorway.

“Oh hello Emily, sorry it took me a couple moments to get to the door. It’s a pretty big place and I was all the way in the back!” he apologized. “Please come in.” Thomas held the door for her and she came into his home. He shut the door behind them and she found herself in a large foyer with a very high ceiling.

“Your book came in today and I wanted to bring it by myself to make sure your got it. I hope it’s what you expected,” she said.

“Oh thank you Emily, but you didn’t need to bring it by. It is awfully sweet of you though. Can I give you something for the delivery?” he asked.

“Oh no, that’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you got your book,” she said.

“I see. Well thank you for bringing it all the way over here. I will be coming by again for more books I am sure. Especially with such wonderful customer service!” he said smiling his beautiful smile.

“I’m glad,” she said.

He walked her to the door and Emily began to panic a bit. No! I don’t want to go yet! Please! she thought to herself. What could she do to buy more time with this wonderful man? Her mind raced to figure out an answer but nothing came to her. She couldn’t come up with any conversation to stall for more time. Finally, in desperation, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him! She did it impulsively, without thinking and without regard to what the consequences might be.

When she pulled back, she turned her head away from him, embarrassed and a little ashamed of her actions. She was a good girl and she didn’t throw herself at a guy like this! What was wrong with her? But then he reached up and pulled her face back around. She looked down – she couldn’t look at him.

“Emily ... look at me,” he said in a soft voice.

“I can’t. I’m so sorry!” she said.

“Look at me,” he repeated, firmer this time. She looked up, afraid of what she might see. “You don’t have to be sorry, Emily. But if it’s a kiss you want...” Thomas took her face in his hand and pulled her to him. He leaned forward and kissed her long and deep and passionately.

Emily melted into him totally and sighed as his lips covered hers. Her mouth automatically opened and his tongue found hers, playing together between their lips as they kissed. Emily put her hands back around his neck and he placed his other hand around her slim waist.

They kissed like this for several glorious moments and Emily lost herself to him. It was just like her favorite romance novels, the fireworks, the angels singing, and the room spinning as she held on for dear life. Finally the kiss ended and Emily gasped, drawing in a deep breath. She looked up into his eyes, her soft brown eyes flicking back and forth, searching for something...

He didn’t say anything. He simply reached down and scooped her up into his arms. She held on around his neck as he carried her into the house and down the hall to his bedroom. Once in the bedroom he set her down on the floor next to the bed. Thomas began getting undressed. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor at the foot of the bed.

“Thomas, wait ... there’s something I have to tell you,” she said. Thomas sat down on the edge of the bed as she spoke, listening carefully. “Thomas, I’m ... I’m a virgin. I’ve never ... you know ... been with a man,” she confessed.

He took her hands and pulled her to him between his strong, powerful legs. “Emily, dear, if you don’t want to do this, we can stop right now and I won’t think anything less of you. But if you want to continue, I promise I will be gentle. It’s up to you. Do you want this?” he asked her, looking up into her eyes.

“Please...” she said softly. With permission granted, he turned her around to help her out of her clothes. He took the zipper of her dress and slowly began pulling it down, pausing every little bit to kiss the newly exposed flesh. Emily began softly panting as his hot kisses gave her goosebumps and caused her head to swim. She could feel the tingle in her pussy and a warm flushed feeling throughout her body.

Thomas pulled the zipper all the way down till it stopped at the small of her back right at her hip level. She turned back around holding her dress up to cover her breasts. Because her dress had thin spaghetti straps, she hadn’t worn a bra – the dress had built-in support, and she was only a modest B cup anyway.

She watched his face as she lowered her dress and showed him her young, firm breasts. He licked his lips as he saw her for the first time and she smiled, knowing he was pleased with her. Emily dropped the dress to the floor and stepped out of the puddle of clothes.

Clad in only her panties and heels now, he brought her closer to him. Thomas took the waistband of her panties between his fingers on each side and pulled them down over her hips. Emily was glad she had kept her pussy hair trimmed and closely cropped, and Thomas was also impressed with her. He removed her panties and held them up for her to see.

“You are quite wet, my dear!” he chuckled. Emily blushed at his remark. He brought the panties to his face and inhaled deeply. “Mmmm ... you smell wonderful!”

Emily was getting light-headed. Her mind was clouding over with lustful passions as her body trembled before him. “Spread your legs a bit,” he said and Emily did as she was told. Thomas slipped a hand between her legs and started toying with her damp folds.

“Ohhh...” she moaned. Emily put a hand on his shoulder to steady herself as she had begun to feel her knees getting wobbly. Thomas fingered her pussy, playing at her entrance and gently tugging at her outer lips and rubbing his fingertip across her clit – doing all he could do to turn her on more without entering her. He wanted to get her furnace fully heated before he entered it.