He walked through the aisles of a new store, well, new to him anyway. He'd rarely come to this part of town and had never seen this particular store. ...t was an antiquarian bookstore, full of the rich aroma of paper with lots of nooks and crannies in the confused floor plan. He been browsing for about an hour when he came across a small alcove surrounded by bookshelves that reached the ceiling. A small, padded bench with a high back was in the middle of the area, which housed self-improvement. I sat on your lap and kissed your lips. You returned my kiss and slid your hand along my body. We say like this for a while talking of many things. You kept touching my body, I am sure now it’s because you could not believe I was there finally. When it was time for dinner you took me out. We sat in a restaurant, you ordered for me. The restaurant was lovely. I thought you would sit across from me but you sat next to me, and slid your hand along my thigh, lifted my skirt slowly, and ran. I don’t think it was ever full. I think they just put it there so it would look like there used to be a pond there, and they could tell people who wanted to move here that it was a dry season, or something like that. Anyways, it looked ridiculous just sitting there, starving for some water. It was a pathetic pond, really. Barely three houses long, and maybe two wide, it hardly seemed worth acknowledging. I couldn’t help it, though. It was just more proof that I had moved to a desolate, ignorant. I stand and lower my pants. My cock is rock hard again, veins lining the sides, ready to invade this sexy young girl. I can hear the rides around us. I can see the lights flashing through cracks in the sheeting on the rides. I know that no one can hear us. I come up to her, cock in hand. She is still on her back and her legs are spread. I place myself between her legs and look down at her. I say “are you ready for some of this cock in your pussy?” She says scared “I don’t know, I am.