Sometimes, when I get really, really horny, I have to get off as soon as possible.

That happened last week while I was browsing the local bookstore. One of my friends had recommended a book, and I’d gone to check it out. When I asked the clerk where to find it, he pointed me to the romance section. He helped me find the book, and after reading the back cover, I decided to skim it and see if anything caught my eye.

I’d flipped about halfway through and wasn’t impressed, until I landed on a page with a steamy sex scene. I started reading about the duke going down on his new bride, and I felt my face flush as I realized just how explicit it was. But I couldn’t put it down. I felt my pussy getting wet, and I had to squeeze my thighs together to try to stop the throbbing ache I felt, and still I kept reading. By the end of the chapter, I had my bottom lip clenched between my teeth in an attempt to keep my arousal quiet, and I was sure my panties were completely drenched.

I couldn’t spend the rest of the day running errands with that kind of arousal distracting me, so I went off in search of the restroom. It had an out of order sign on the locked door, but I wasn’t about to give up my quest for release.

I looked around and realized that the store was pretty empty, and since there were only a couple of employees, I figured they’d be busy dealing with the few customers who were there. I hurried across the back of the store until I reached the stockroom. The door was open, and after peering in to make sure it was empty, I ducked inside and closed the door behind me.

I moved to a row of shelves behind the door and leaned against the wall before unbuttoning my pants and dipping my hand into my panties. As I recounted the steamy scene to myself, I fingered my soaking-wet pussy, rubbing my clit a few times, then sliding my finger deeper between my labia to stroke my entrance, before coming back up to play with my clit again. It wasn’t enough to get me off, though, so I dropped my purse and reached up with my other hand to caress my neck and tug at my hair, a move that always helps speed up the process for me.

I was daydreaming about someone going down on me, like the duke had gone down on his bride, when I heard a crash and my eyes flew open. Standing a few feet away was the clerk who’d helped me find the book, a broken box of magazines spilling out at his feet. He was staring at my hand as I worked it between my legs, and knowing that I was being watched was a surprising turn-on. I licked my lips and continued with what I was doing, but I kept my eyes open so I could watch him, too.

Neither of us spoke, but after a minute of him just standing there, he finally unzipped his khakis to stroke his dick. I was even more aroused knowing that watching me had turned him on, and I added a second finger, thrusting in and out of my pussy. Our eyes stayed glued to each other as we masturbated together, his hand flying back and forth on his engorged shaft, and my hand glistening as I worked it between my thighs. I imagined the story from the book again, but this time, I pictured the salesclerk going down on me, and it made the fantasy so much hotter.

I was getting close, and I finally spoke. “Come with me,” I told the guy in a whisper, and both our hands sped up. When he came a minute later, spilling his load onto one of the plastic-wrapped magazines, I finally went over the edge, my pussy spasming around my fingers.

I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that I’d been able to take care of things, then pulled my hand out of my pants and untangled the other from my hair. I zipped up my jeans, picked up my purse, and grabbed a tissue from inside one of the pockets so I could wipe my pussy and hand.

I peeked out into the store to make sure the coast was clear, then hurried out of the storeroom and went back to pick up that book. I couldn’t wait to get home and read more!