A cute Asian girl.

When I caught sight of the short, pretty Asian girl heading toward me, my first thought was that it was unusual for such a young girl to come to a bookstore like this. She couldn’t have been over five feet tall, so I think I was justified in assuming that she was much younger than I was. Except then I noticed her bust size (it seemed like I’d been noticing a lot of those these days), and I realized I must have misjudged her.

Her breasts were probably about the same size as Traci’s, nothing like Jessica’s or Marisa’s, but on such a small girl her tits grabbed all of my attention. It didn’t help that she was wearing a trendy white button-down shirt that was open enough to give me a generous view of her cleavage, especially given the height difference between us. I started at the soft curve of her breasts as I rapidly recalculated in my head. Junior high is definitely out, I decided. Younger than me in high school? Possibly, but there’s something about how she caries herself that makes me think she must be a senior, if not actually in college already. . . suddenly, I became aware that the girl had crossed her arms under her breasts and was subtly pushing them up, to give me a better view down her blouse.

I glanced up at her face in a hurry, meeting her eyes and seeing her mischievous grin. Shit, I thought, clearly I’ve been busted, and on my very first customer! What the hell is Isabella going to think when this girl starts complaining about sexual harassment from the pervert working in the store?