“Have you read that before?” a voice whispered in my ear. I didn’t turn around, but quickly shut the book I was reading and looked down a bit embarrassed.

“Once” I whispered- not turning to face the person who found me reading it in the store, “when I was a young girl- too young to understand it.”

His face was still close to mine. I could feel his breath, on my cheek, his chest lightly against my shoulders. I thought about just walking away, not looking back- but he wasn’t moving- and I was intrigued. “Have you read it?” I whispered to him- looking side to side to see if anyone was watching us. This section was conveniently hidden in the back of the store, much the way the adult video section was set off to the side, far away from the more proper movies for the masses.

He reached around me and put his hand on the book I was still holding in front of me, facing the cover towards us as I looked away- almost ashamed to read the title.

He pushed his face closer. “My Secret Garden…” his whisper lingered on the ‘s’ and his lips were touching the top of my ear, “what’s it about?”

I leaned back a bit into his chest- let my head rest in his neck, “Sexual fantasies” I whispered back, embarrassed- turning my face towards him so I did not have to say it out loud, but I did not turn to look him in the eyes. I opened the book back to a random page somewhere towards the middle, “women’s sexual fantasies.”

“Hmmmm” he whispered back, “sounds interesting.” He reached is other hand around me and held the book open. His hands were on top of mine and he pulled the book close to my chest. Almost in a whisper, he started to read to me. His voice was deep and sexy. It was about a woman and her fantasy about a stranger. I stood there, listening to his words and slowly feeling the wetness between my legs. With each sentence, his body moved closer to me- and as he said certain words, his whispers contained no sound, just breath and I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

He let go of the book, and his hands dropped to my sides. He held on to my hips and pushed his body up against mine. His cock was hard, and I responded by leaning back into him, pushing my ass against his hard cock as he read. “Do you have a fantasy?” he whispered to me in between paragraphs- and then kept reading. His fingers were grabbing at my skirt and slowly reaching underneath. I looked around again, seeing if anyone was there. It was the middle of the day- and a lot of people were milling around but so far nobody had come to this area.

So far I had not seen him, or even felt him, but my body was responding to his voice in my ear, his touch on my skin, his cock against my ass. I wanted him, I wanted to close my eyes and bathe in his voice, deep and warm. Words rushed from his lips like a river over me, and I could feel his words on my skin, flowing from his lips and laying over me, sticking to my skin- hot and wet.

“Yesss” I purred back at him, as his reading became the background music and reverberated under the surface of my skin.

His hands were reaching around the front of me, into my panties. His fingers slid through the slickness of my cunt lips and his finger tip quickly found my clit. He moved his fingers to the rhythm of his words- as if he had read this story a thousand times and was reciting it by memory.

His voice never wavered, the same steady tone and rhythm, his fingers massaging my clit at the same speed- never changing- making me ache to feel him, faster, or harder- anything that would trigger my release, but he stayed consisted, unrelenting- causing a burning that threatened to overcome me in a wild uncontrollable way. “please…don’t” I begged him to stop, trying to hold it back- or at least tone it down. The words were not coming out of my mouth, and he didn’t stop.

He kept reading, playing my body like an instrument and reading in my ear, as the woman in the story was being pleasured by her own dark stranger. She was cumming- and so was I. From deep within me, I felt my orgasm start to take over my body. I felt a fresh rush of heat between my legs- as every nerve in my body started to explode. His fingers were like fire inside me, stroking me and bringing me a wave of pleasure that I had never felt before. It wasn’t urgent or rushed. It was a slow burn that caused me to bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.

“Keep your eyes shut,” he whispered as he turned me around to face him. The book fell quietly to the floor.

He lifted my leg and I felt him move up from below me and pull my panties to the side and his cock entered me hard, in one thrust. I started to protest, as I was afraid people would see us. “shhhh….” He quieted me, as he lifted my other leg and pushed me back against the book shelf. I held on to the shelf below me. My eyes still closed I felt him pushing inside me. No words were spoken. He fucked me fast and hard. My legs wrapped around him, and his cock pounding into me, harder and harder while I came once more. He thrusted hard- one last time as his lips came down on mine and I pushed my tounge into his mouth at the same time as his hot cum filled my pussy. He kept his cock buried in my pussy as we kissed with the kind of passion that is only shared by lovers.

As we caught our breath, his hands came to my face and he ran his fingers over my eyelids, encouraging me to open them and look at him.

“Hi baby.” he whispered, “I missed you.”