The Storyteller - part 1

I was at a reading and book signing given by one of my favorite
authors. I was excited just to be that close to her, listening to her
warm, low voice as she read one of the sexier passages from her latest
book. To my surprise, I found that I was also getting very aroused.
My nipples were sticking out firmly against my shirt and I was so wet
that I could even smell my own pussy. I blushed and tried to close my
legs tighter, but that only made things worse, as it pressed hard
against the sensitive bud of my clit.

As I listened to her read, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Her books had
always turned me on, but having her actually reading, even in this big
crowd of people, was making me so horny. I casually crossed my arms so
I could flick my fingers over my nipples as she read.

Afterwards, I lined up to get my book signed, and when I got to the
front of the line, she smiled at me. “I enjoyed the reading,” I said,
blushing hard. I couldn’t believe I was actually meeting her.

“I could tell,” she said. She signed my book quickly and handed it
back to me. I hurried home to my vibrator, feeling my cunt squishing
wet with every step. My clit was so hard I thought it would burst. I
got home and stripped off my clothes, lying back on the bed and
imagining her voice as I rubbed my cunt with the vibrator until I
exploded in a wet, loud orgasm.

Only then did I think to open up the book and see what she had written.
My mouth fell open. It wasn’t an autograph; it was an invitation to
dinner for the next night. I could hardly control my excitement.