Gillian Colbert: Coming Out of Her Shell

He’d had his shoes on and his keys in hand before sanity had reigned and he’d realized he sounded insane. She’d probably have him arrested if he showed up on her doorstep demanding to know why she wasn’t masturbating in her backyard.

Right. He’d end up in the psych ward quicker than you could say “bat shit crazy.”

But his reaction had let him know one thing… it was time to take charge of the situation. So, he’d begun waiting for her. He wanted to introduce himself, ask her out for coffee. Nothing serious, just start the process of getting to know her. No big.

Well, you can’t get to know someone when you can’t even manage to exchange two words with them.

When Susan didn’t show up the second week, he’d suspected that it was over. She wasn’t going to perform for him anymore. Two weeks in a row wasn’t a coincidence. The third week clinched it though. She really wasn’t going to come out again.

He’d decided there and then that he was going to have to run her to ground. If she wasn’t going to come out of her shell the easy way, he’d force her out.

He hadn’t spent months fantasizing about all the ways he wanted to fuck her to end it like this. When she’d been performing, he hadn’t needed to press the issue. They had their weekly date. He could take his time.

Truth is, he’d scared off more women than he could count. Vanilla sex wasn’t his thing and he didn’t like to pretend. Sex for him was full-throttle, dominance and submission. He dominated, she submitted. Nothing else would do.

He suspected she’d be into it though. She certainly had a touch of the exhibitionist in her. He was willing to be that she’d like watching too.

He certainly planned to find out exactly what her limits were and then push her past them. Just thinking about her laid out before him, at his mercy, waiting for his touch had his cock leaping to attention so fast it was almost painful.

But, he’d have to get her into bed first and he wasn’t having such an easy time with that.

She’d proven more slippery than an eel. It had almost become a game in and of itself. He’d see her; she’d duck back in her house.

He’d pull into his drive way; she’d be backing out of hers. Had she mapped out his schedule or something just to avoid him?

At this stage, his last nerve wasn’t just worked, it was flayed beyond all recognition. He was frustrated and his temper was short. He’d had to cut his class short this morning after he’d hollered at Jalil, a sweet, little Rottweiler puppy, for not settling down quickly enough. Mike, her owner, had been shocked. Eric was known for his patience with dogs of all energy levels.

He’d known then that Susan’s time had run out. He wanted her out of his head and riding his cock. That simple.

This was the first time he’d come across her in town. She had good taste in bookstores at least. Ex Libris, the local bookstore and hanging spot, was one of his favorite places. The front of the store sported a coffee bar with club chairs and loveseats for those patrons who wanted to camp out and read the New York Times or the latest James Patterson thriller.

Jack, the owner, made sure you could get a good, solid cup of normal coffee along with all of the fru fru macchiatos and lattes. Good coffee was important to Eric. He loved to walk Peanut down to Ex Libris, grab a coffee regular and sit on the patio with the daily paper.

The back of the store was the best though, rows upon rows of books. He loved books of all types. Fiction, non-fiction, self-help, you name the genre and he read it. Except for romance, he drew the line at romance.

He spotted her turning into self-help. That was perfect for him. It was the last row in the back of the store and he knew for a fact that she’d have nowhere to go once he got to her.

All of the stacks in Ex Libris butted up against the walls in order to create a walkway down the middle. That meant that once inside the aisle, you had to come back out the same way.

Also working in Eric’s favor was the fact that the cases were closed with panels in between each side rather than the kind that were completely open so that you could see through them. He should be able to talk with her privately.

Eric stalked Susan down the aisle. She wasn’t getting away from him this time. He rounded the corner on the self-help aisle and stopped in his tracks.

She was standing catty-corner to him paging through a book on Zen. She was concentrating on the book and hadn’t noticed him yet.

He took in the sight of her. She was beautiful in a completely unaffected way. He’d never seen her wear makeup or revealing clothes. She carried herself demurely, but clearly that hid a wild side that he intended to explore.

She wore a red, cotton tank top that clung to her full breasts and some kind of work out pants that hugged a tight, round ass. The air conditioning kicked on and her nipples hardened in the cold. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

He must have made some kind of noise because she looked up, gasped and promptly dropped her book. She scrambled to pick it up and rush past him, but he wasn’t having any of that.

He caught her by the waist and pulled her back against him. Her breath whooshed out of her and he pressed her tightly against him.

“Slow down, now. There’s no need to run off,” Eric said quietly into her ear. “I just want to talk with you.”

“What do you want?” her voice trembled slightly.

“Susan, I’m not going to hurt you,” he soothed. “I’ve been trying to speak with you for several weeks now. I think you know that since you seem to be going out of your way to avoid me.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she protested as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Oh, I think you do.”

Eric leaned down and inhaled her scent. She smelled of cinnamon and oranges. Susan went very still in his arms. Her breasts rested on his forearms and she was breathing very quickly.

“I’ve spent weeks wondering whether you felt as good as you looked. Watching you pleasure yourself. Imagining it was my cock between your legs instead of your fingers.” He nuzzled her neck. “But, you already know I was watching you, don’t you.”

As he spoke, Eric brought his hand up and squeezed her breast while the other reached down and cupped her pussy through her yoga pants. Susan gasped and arched against him, but she didn’t to pull away. He took that as a sign of encouragement.

Her breast filled his hand as he massaged and played. She moaned quietly and pushed herself harder into his hand. Eric slowly palmed her pebbled nipple, pressing hard before tweaking the tip with thumb and forefinger. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she bit her bottom lip to keep from making any noise.

Watching her small, white teeth nibble her bottom lip sent visions of her mouth wrapped around his cock running through his brain. Eric’s cock twitched, hard. If he didn’t wrap this up, he was going to bend her over and fuck her right up against the stacks.

Wouldn’t that be a funny sight, the dog trainer doing it doggy style.

“I’ve decided that it’s time to play a new game,” Eric whispered in her ear. “One where I set the terms.”

He continued to nuzzle her neck as he spoke, flicking his tongue along the sensitive skin.

“What are you talking about?” Susan said on a gasp as he tugged her sensitized nipple through the thin material of her tank top.

“You’ll see in due time. In the meantime, you’re going to answer my questions.”

Eric released her pussy and thrust his fore and middle fingers into her mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded. To his surprise, rather than obey him, Susan captured his hand and proceeded to lick up and around each digit before biting down gently. He felt the nip of her teeth right down into his balls. Eric ground his erection against the crease of her ass wanting desperately to plunge his cock inside her.