As she started to read, she felt herself getting aroused; a slow, dull pulse at the junction of her thighs. She turned the page; the pulse became a teasing throb. She felt a slickness begin building between her legs. Desperately, she wanted to touch herself, but instead, she surreptitiously began rubbing her thighs together. Another page and she could no longer resist; checking no one was looking, she slipped a hand down her skirt. Waves of pleasure rolled over her until, in a flood of sensation, she came.   

Cheeks flushed, she put the book on the counter: “I’ll take it!”