The Back of the Bookshop
A F/F Erotica Short Story
Disclaimer: This erotica is intended for mature audiences 18+
The Audio Version is located at the bottom of the story.
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I love bookstores. Not the typical commercial bookstores filled with all the new, crisp, clean pages, but the vintage shops filled with books that have a history of their own. Books that have been loved and traveled across continents with their adventurous owners. Books that smelled of travel and dust from a thousand places.
My favorite books are the filthy ones… not filthy as in covered in dirt, but ones with pages filled with pure smut. The ones dripping with Victorian sex scenes of dukes fucking the duchess who caught their eye.
Or, even better, the duchess fucking her chambermaid in a midnight tryst of wine-fueled desire. The idea that these tawdry tales of skirts lifting and tongues gently caressing their mistress while its loving reader enjoyed was a common fantasy of mine that got me through lonely nights in college and beyond.
Today, in particular, I was in desperate need. Aching and horny for something new. I needed something fresh… the tried and true fantasies I had become reliant on were no longer producing the exhausting orgasms I needed to get a good night's sleep, and I wanted something new to make my insides tingle.
I needed to feel the pages of old books and soft bindings that, from the outside, looked as innocent as a dictionary but held the secret passions of the ages. It was naughty and alluring in a way that porn or contemporary smut couldn’t match. It was scandalous, seductive, and juicy.
I ventured into my favorite bookstore. The one that typically held the variety of Victorian erotica I’ve come to know and love among a mix of contemporary attempts to replicate the delicious prose of the classics.
The store was empty today…just as I preferred it. I walked in, eyeing the shelves innocently as I began to make my way to the only section in the back I cared about.
I knew this store well. Only 4 women and a man worked here, two of the women during the week and the other three on the weekends when it was busy. On a typical Thursday afternoon, I knew Lacey would be working, perched on a stool behind the counter, reading a tawdry novel. I liked her.
She looked up when the door chimed and offered her usual knowing smile. We had never really interacted beyond her ringing me up for my usual stack of smut, both old and new.
It wasn’t that I was ashamed of what I read... On the contrary… I would love the opportunity to discuss it with someone openly. But how do you bring up the subject? “So… read any good porn lately?”
As I passed the counter, our eyes met for a moment or two… I admired her beautiful almond-shaped green eyes. They always looked have-lidded as if half dazed from passion. She held the gaze for longer than I had expected, and I smiled.
Lacey didn’t dress in scantily clad clothing or even wear makeup… not that she needed to. She had a natural beauty to her.
She was slim, taller than me, dressed in tight-fighting jeans with rips up and down the legs. Not in a fashionable way, but more from wear and tear while adventuring. They were held by a notched white belt peaking from a slightly baggy white t-shirt half tucked in that gave a mild hint of a voluptuous breast and curved to her hips underneath.
She always wore forest green Converse that matched her eyes. Her hair was dark, cut short to nearly a pixie cut, with bangs that flipped to one side. If one wasn’t paying close attention, she could easily be mistaken for the actress Ruby Rose. Her arms and part of her neck even showcased rose and hibiscus tattoos that I had always wanted to ask her about but felt tongue-tied every time I attempted a real conversation.
As I walked by and allowed my gaze to move to the floor in front of my feet, I heard her voice, thick and sultry, “Nice to see you again… we just got some new books in the back. Let me know if you need anything.”
I glanced back and saw her wink with a coy smile at me. “Nice to see you again too… thank you. I will.”
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my smile turning to a girlish grin as I quickly turned back to the floor in front of me. I tried to make my way nonchalantly to the back wall and around the isle of Contemporary and Historical Romance to the furthest wall of Erotica that I could. I put an extra sway in my hips as I did, not on purpose, of course, but there was a secret hope that she could have possibly been eyeing me as I walked passed her that sent a dangerous and delightful tingle up my spine.
Once I turned the corner, sure that I was out of sight, I exhaled deeply. I had not realized I was holding my breath as I walked.
After a few moments, I began to run my fingers gently along the spines of the books as I walked slowly by them. Touching them produced a soothing response that felt like cool water on my soul. It was intoxicating, really.
I reached the erotica and began to eye the new books. The contemporary ones never held much substance and were always filled with the same plots and storylines… slow burns that made me want to reach into the pages and shove the characters into a dungeon together in hopes that they would fuck sooner. Short erotic anthologies that got right to the good stuff were sometimes better, but there was little effort in character building, so I had a difficult time connecting to them. I wasn’t about to leave this store empty-handed, though.
I continued to run my fingertips along the spines as if trying to seduce one of the novels, teasing the edges… hoping that one might reach out to me. I found my way through paranormal erotica featuring vampires and werewolves with an unquenchable thirst for sex, BDSM Daddy Doms, and primal possessive lovers hell-bent on spanking and binding their submissives. Books filled with exhibitionists and voyeurs and erotic fairytales featuring the Beast and Bell in throws of passion and fuckery.
I finally came across a book I hadn’t seen before, nestled amongst the fairytales featuring Alice and a female version of the Mad Hatter. I rested my fingers on the edge, gazing over the cover featuring the female Hatter in a vest nearly bursting with her ample breasts and Alice bound to the wall in the background. My heart raced, and the familiar spark of arousal shot through me, crawling between my legs as I opened the book.
I began skimming the pages… a task I always did to see if it was worthy of taking home and charging my vibrator for before purchasing it.
Hatter gripped her waist with one hand and slipped her other under her dainty blue skirt.
“Are you sure you want to go down the rabbit hole with me, pretty Alice…”
Yep. This was the book for tonight.
“Ahh… we just got that one in. I read it last night.”
Startled, I clipped the book shut quicker than I had meant to and felt my face begin to flush with surprise. I turned to see Lacey leaning against a bookshelf with arms folded and a seductive smile crossed her lips. It was maddening how much my pussy began to throb looking at her. Did she realize how enticing and playful she looked like that?
“Oh.. really? Um.. I was just looking for something new, and it caught my eye.” I said, trying to relax.
Lacey chuckled as she pushed away from the shelf and made her way closer, bending down to begin putting away a small stack of books sitting on the floor on the shelf in front of her.
“Yeah? I have a feeling you’ll enjoy that one… It certainly sparks the imagination.” Lacey’s eyes trailed up my body from my heeled black boots to a black pleated mini skirt and burgundy cropped sweater.
I smiled nervously and looked down at the book once more, feeling damn near naked in public and shocked at how much the feeling excited me. “That’s good to know. I’ve read so many of the others and need something to grip me.” Did that just come out of my mouth? I was hornier than I thought.
A fire sparked in Lacey’s eyes, and she stood up, leaving a handful of books still to be shelved on the floor. “If you are looking for something… gripping…I can make some recommendations. I think by now I have a pretty good idea of what you like.” Her gaze was intense, moving from my eyes to my breasts to my hips and back up.
My heart raced as I watched her. Her movements were fluid as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. I wanted to touch her, to feel her. I could feel myself grow wet and secretly hoped she didn’t notice me mildly squirming as I tried to hide it, hoping the wetness wound’t begin dripping down my thighs. My mind began to drift, thinking about Alice and the Hatter… I wanted to know what she thought of me or what she thought I liked.
“Oh? What would you recommend?” I asked, trying my best not to blush, but an instinctive smile crossed my lips.
Lacey very cooly ran a hand through her short brown hair as she pulled a book from the shelf nearby. She walked to me, standing just behind me so her cheek was close enough to mine that I could smell her perfume…she smelled like sunshine, vanilla, and midnight all rolled into one.
She handed me the book, her arm brushing up against mine as she did so. It was a book about a dark-haired female pirate captain who took hostage as an heiress. The captain was dominant, hell-bent on finding her fortune, but the heiress found power in seducing the captain.
Lacey opened the book and pointed to the first paragraph. “May I read some to you? I’d hate to send you home with something that didn’t…quench your appetite.”
I inhaled deeply as my legs nearly gave away under me. “I’d love to hear some… a taste is always nice.” Did I really just say that? I blushed and turned to catch her gaze, her lips mere inches from my own.
Lacey turned back to the book and began to read, her voice dripping with seduction and a sultry tone. Her words vibrated through me as she read about the captain binding the heiress to her bed, teasing her with her fingertips and tongue, and always pulling away just before she came. The heiress was begging for relief…begging to cum for the captain and wanting to taste her in return. I could feel the tension and desire for sweet ecstatic release. I could hear the screams of passion as they fingered each other and felt their bodies shudder and tremble and gush over one another.
By the time the sex scene was over, I had realized I was nearly panting and leaning against Lacey as I fought to catch my breath. “Does it hit the spot?” She asked with a coy smile.
“It certainly comes close..but if you don’t mind…I’d love to hear more.”
Lacey’s smile grew devilish. “Alright then… let's dive down the Rabbit hole… Pretty Alice.” Lacey slid the pirate book back on the shelf and pulled the retelling of Wonderland out of my hand, her fingertips grazing over my own. She licked the tip of her fingers and peeled through the pages. I found myself feeling almost jealous of the book in her hands at that moment.
She began to read, the seduction in her voice even thicker than before. With each word, I could feel myself grow wetter and more hungry for release. The words dripped from Lacey’s lips like a liquid fire that pierced me to the core. I wanted to touch myself…more, though; I wanted Lacey to touch me. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the familiar throb of my clit beating as fast as my heart raced. As she read, I hadn’t realized I was absentmindedly running my fingertips over my breasts, grazing my nipples; my other hand stayed crossed over my waist, trying to hold myself together, but more importantly, trying not to allow it to wander down to further to stroke myself.
Lacey didn’t seem to falter in her narration in the slightest. I felt her body press against me, and she positioned herself just behind me against my back, her cheek nearly against mine in response, her breath warm against my cheek as she continued to read. I felt her other hand begin to touch the small of my back gently. I pushed against her hand as a small moan escaped my lips. Her hand slid to my hip, and she gave a tug. With every word she spoke into my ear, I noticed she accentuated some of my favorite words: “Licking…fucking…dripping…. clit…stroking…cunt…” When she spoke the word “cunt” I felt her fingertips reach up under my skirt and dance against the outside of my thigh.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped her hand and guided it to my soaked panties. My clit was already so hard she could feel it through the soaked cotton. I began to moan as she teased me over and over again, my clit continuing to throb and ache for more. My legs began to spread for her, and she dipped further, outlining my folds playfully as she continued to read. She was teasing me just as the Hatter in the story was teasing Alice.
Instinctively I began to grind against her hand as she continued to read. With every filthy sentence of Alice’s needy pussy, my insides twisted in knots wanting nothing but sweet relief. Lacey slipped her fingers under the soaked cotton and began to explore every inch of my pussy, circling and teasing my clit along the way. Just as the Hatter’s hot tongue began pounding against Alice’s clit, I imagined it was Lacey and me. As if she could read my mind, Lacey gave a pinch to my clit and began stroking in time with the words she read. I could feel my nipples through my sweater grow harder as I leaned back against Lacey. I reached one hand under my sweater to tease them more, and the sensation ignited the growing ache even more.
“Mmm… I think you are wetter than Alice. With a cunt twice as needy…” Lacey spoke into my ear. She allowed the book to drop to the ground and used her free hand to slip under my sweater and take my hand down to my side. She got right to work slipping her own back under my sweater to tease my nipple as I had.
My now free hand quickly found Lacey’s jeans. To my surprise, they were already unfastened, and I slipped my hand beneath to feel her even more soaked than me. It was then I noticed across from us was a large mirror that separated the isles of books. She was watching as she teased and edged me under my skirt and played with my breasts with her other hand. The visual was nearly too much for me to handle, and I could feel myself tightening around her fingers, close to cumming.
“I’ve watched you every time you’ve come in… eyeing your sexy ass in your little skirts. I’ve wanted to touch you... Does it turn you on to know that I fuck myself every night thinking of you…thinking of teasing your cunt… stroking your pussy… sucking that clit until you cum…” Lacey's voice was strained. She was clearly on the edge herself, and both our legs were on the verge of giving out. I matched every movement she did, circling her clit with my fingertips, stroking in a symphony of rhythmic motions, and finding the pace that made her twitch and gasp.
“Yes… fuck yes, it does… “ was all I could say, coming out more as a moan than actual words. “I’m going to cum soon… fuck, that's so good…don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Lace’s eyes were squarely on me in the mirror as she feverishly rubbed my clit, both of us leaning against one another.
“Cum with me…” Lacey’s voice was hot and needy through gritted teeth.
That was the final push my body needed. My thighs clenched around her hand, and I shuddered, exploding over her fingers. I felt hot liquid run down my thighs and knew it must be drenching Lacey’s hand. Lacey didn’t falter for a moment, and I saw her eyes go lidded and roll back as she gripped me tightly, cumming hard around my fingers. I cried out in relief as my teeth clinched, and I felt Lacey shudder against my back, her cry nearly drawing out my own.
After a few moments, she kissed my neck, removing her hands and wrapping them both around my waist, holding me up against her. She turned me to face her, pulling at my hips, so our faces were nose to nose. Her lips were tender and full of promise as she kissed me; her tongue flicked against my mouth as we both smiled. “Did that… quench your appetite,” she asked coyly while trying to catch her breath.
I giggled for a moment, lost in a dreamy daze. “It certainly satisfied my hunger for now…but I have to admit… I seem always to want more.”
Lacey tugged at my hips and firmly held me close. “I guess I need to order more books.”
“I guess you do. Next time, maybe I can read to you.” I said with a blushing smile.
“Mmm… you know I like it dirty, right?” Lacey said devilishly.
“I think I may surprise you.”
After our encounter, she handed me the books and walked me to the front door. To my surprise, the door had been locked, and the “closed” sign was already in the window. I laughed and gave Lacey a wink as I walked out, heading home to relive the experience over and over again. Who needs a book when you have an erotic memory to revisit?
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