Erotic Poetry

Well, you tell her, you ARE looking for some nice erotic poetry so it sounds like you're in luck.

What you didn't expect was the look of absolute delight that spreads on her lips. Rasna's grip tighten for a second and there is nowhere to look without drowning your gaze in smouldering eyes, inviting mouth or overflowing cleavage.

Then all at once Rasna lets you go, both from her hands and her attention. She turns to help another costumer, who - it appears to your surprise - has been politely waiting in line behind you. It's the dark-haired women you noticed earlier, but you don't see any annoyance on her face. In fact she seems more than to content to wait around and - judging from her eyeline - she has been checking out your ass this entire time.

Another unwilling flush forces its way onto your cheeks, however you cannot move without revealing your semi-hardon.

Rasna clears her throat which shakes the other woman out of her thoughts and she steps up to the counter with a grocery basket full of fallic vegetables. When she catches you looking, the short woman gives you a saucy wink and gently traces her fingertips up the side of a cucumber.

You swallow and avert your eyes, as Rasna takes care of her customer. Rasna finishes up and says goodbye but doesn't immediately goes back to flirting with you. It's hard not to be even a bit disappointed by her sudden professionality as she looks up with an expectant look,

"Was there anything else..?" Rasna says, and adjusts her blouse a bit so as not to completely flash you. You look down and realize you're holding the map. You mumble out some chimeric no/thanks/goodbye and turns to leave.

However as you're about to reach the door, Rasna's voice calls out once more:

"Oh, one more thing."

And maybe you seem a little eager as you turn around, maybe there is hope on your face, because Rasna hides a little laugh behind her hand.

"If it's erotic poetry you're into, a friend of mine actually hosts a private reading today." she says, ".. just a few ladies, myself included, at her house. And there's nothing we love more than having a young.. male.. virile.. ahem, audience. Why don't you come along, I can promise you an absolutely *tittilating* experience - and a chance to meet some of the locals."

Rasna's arms are crossed under her breasts, and at "tittilating" she isn't shy to give them a little bounce.