Chapter 18

I was early for my appointment, so I stopped at The Reader’s Choice bookstore across the street from his office. I wanted to see if they had any new science fiction. Miss Marybelle King was working the desk as I walked in. I knew her from church, so I nodded to her and walked back to the science fiction section. She came back toward me and was fussing about straightening books, humming to herself. Marybelle was a friend of my Aunt Jane. She planned the social calendar for the church events. She was nice but very quiet almost mousy. The bookstore was a perfect place for her. She was in her late thirties or early forties. A tall, small breasted on top with big hips and a meaty ass. As far as I knew she’d never been married.

I was deep in my search for a good book to take my mind off all the crap that had been going on. When I glanced over and saw Marybelle squatting down putting books on the lower shelf her legs spread wide revealing a wide expanse of white panty covered pussy. Dark brown pussy hairs stuck out of the sides of her panties.

Pervert that I was, it gave me an instant hard on. Unconsciously, I slipped on the ring.

“What’s going on in your life lately Miz King. You got a happy sounding humming going on.

At the sound of my voice, she looked up at me saw where I was looking, blushed furiously and stood up.

“Can I help you find something Steven?”

“Thanks, I’m just browsing. Do you have favorites in your store that you like to read?”

She smiled. “I sure do. I like to read the romances,” she whispered. “Some of them are pretty racy.”

The ring tingled on my finger. “What do you mean racy?”

“Well, the one I was just reading before you came in had a woman who was captured by pirates. The woman, her name was Miranda, Countess of Aragon. They stripped her naked and the pirates were all staring at her. At her naked virgin body. The crew’s lust was inflamed by the sight of her alabaster breasts and raven-haired motte. That’s what they called a woman’s pussy in those days,” she whispered the last.

“Oh, wow that is naughty.”

“I like naughty. The dirtier the better. When the store is empty, I imagine I’m the heroine and those pirates with their animal lusts are looking at me. Sometimes I touch myself down there.

“Down where?” I was enjoying this. Apparently, when she was nervous, she chattered a lot. Like many of the women in the church, modest and unassuming on the surface. (Which made the view of her panty covered pussy more erotic to my mind.)

“You know my privates.”

“Your pussy you mean? Your sexy cunt, Miz King?”

“Thats nasty talk,” she said breathlessly. “I like nasty talk. It makes me have a wild feeling.”

“Okay, do you play with your naughty cunt and make yourself feel good.”

“I’m a naughty girl. That’s my secret pleasure. I’ve been doing it ever since I was a little girl. I just did before you came in. I do it sometimes three or four times a day if the book is good. Up till now one, else knows about my sinfulness.” She raised her hand up to her nose and gave a sniff.

I took her hand and smelled her fingers. Sure enough, there was a distinctive musky smell.

“Oh my,” she said. “Oh, my you’re smelling my pussy. Oh my.” Her eyes were wild. Her breathing harsh.

I grinned. “I’m naughty too. I saw your white panties. Did you show me your panties on purpose Miz Marybelle.

“Yes, sometimes I get a whim to do that. It is exciting to be so naughty.”

We were feeding excitement to each other. The ring was bouncing our growing lust back and forth.

An elderly couple entered the store. I didn’t recognize them. They were probably from out of town.

She got a gleam in her eye. “I’m going to play one of my games,” she whispered. “I’m going to let that man see my raven-haired motte, just like Miranda, Countess of Aragon.”

She hurried to the back of the store, disappeared into the rest room and came out minutes later.

“Naked cunt,” she whispered excitedly.

The ring was tingling painfully on my finger now.

She squatted down and went back to straightening books on the lower shelf. I noticed the old guy. His eyes widened. He stared.

She played like she suddenly noticed him staring and shot him a dirty look like she was affronted by his staring.