I had been at the shop for just over two years when I decided to leave home and get a place of my own. I had some savings and a regular weekly wage. There was no shortage of accommodation because of high unemployment in the town. People needed money. I heard quite by chance that Sarah Steinway who owned the drapery store had recently created a room to let above her shop.
That evening I left work early and went around to see her. She was a delightful Lady and eagerly showed me the room. It was bigger than I thought it would be. We agreed terms, I paid a small deposit and the place was mine. I no longer had my mother overseeing my attire on a daily basis. Neither did I have to leave certain things with a friend on my way to work?
I moved in on the Sunday just after attending the Church service. Sarah's shop was closed and she was nowhere to be seen but I had the keys to my little upstairs room. For the first time in my life, I was living alone and what a wonderful feeling it was. On the Monday at the book shop, I was a person of interest.
Gone had the black leather lace-up boots along with my restricting rather heavy brassier. The only thing covering my modesty was the flimsy material of my ankle-length dress. I was almost eighteen and rather well developed. I loved that delightful rather naughty sensation of knowing just how vulnerable I was?
I was making up an order of three of our rarest books for a customer when I noticed a shaft of bright sunlight streaming through the window directly behind where Mr. Thomas was sitting. Slowly I moved my self directly into its path and stayed for a few minutes whilst I searched for the third book?
I knew that the sunlight was shining right through my dress, making it very clear that I was not wearing any knickers? But not only that but my liberated tits clearly enjoyed swinging and bouncing around as I carried out my daily duties.
That afternoon at about three o'clock I made the tea for us all. When I took Mr. Simons cup into his office I made quite certain that he had a good look at my ample cleavage. Just before I left his office I released a rather pungent and very personal fragrance that seemed to meet with his approval? The rather shy and quiet little girl who started work at the shop straight from school was no more?
My love for books changed into something a little strange? I was allowed to take home the books which were donated to the shop but were not suitable to be sold. Over a period of several months, I had about 350 of them in my little room.
I knew that things were spiraling out of control. It was normal for me to take many books to bed with me. I favoured those which had been personalised as in Xmas or birthday presents. I would have fantasies about the names on the inside page. Who were they what did they look like? But there was worse to come much worse in fact?
I soon learned that by stacking books on my navel I could induce pain? The bigger the stack the more pleasurable things were for me? It was quite normal for me to kiss and lick the pages of the books. I just loved that fragrance that they all seemed to have,