A Great Book Deserves an Orgasm

A Great Book Deserves an OrgasmMy phone binged, a text.Karin: Did last night go well in Cincinnati?Ed: No. Ten people at the book signing. :^( But that’s 6 more than the last city. :^)Karin: Don’t worry. On tarmac now. See you soon. Kisses!Ed: Thank god. My first sci-fi book and self-promotion tour was…well… no other words but… a fucking bust! It was so damn disappointing. Everyone told me I had a good thing but to save money, I had skimped on advertising. No around-the-bookstore lines for me the first three stops. But this was Dallas and I’d dumped the rest of my cash behind it.It took an hour to set up the table and book stacks and promotional signs in the window. An hour after opening… a few people milling around and that was it. I was signing my first ever book when I heard a woman’s voice, that unmistakable Danish accent.“So, how’s my brilliant author!”I looked up and the day went from grey to a blazing sunrise. In front of my table, my Karin! No twenty-something but she was gorgeous to me. Long auburn-hair framing a lightly tanned face with freckles. Statuesque build, the Viking handmaiden you’d want standing beside you as your own hair and beard became speckled with grey. THAT was my Karin.I skittered my signature, handed the book back to my one fan, and beckoned Karin. “Come here!” But I hadn’t needed to encourage her. She was already rounding the table and then threw her arms around me in a crushing embrace.“Uh…,” blew out of my mouth before I kissed her.Six months of texting an occasional voice message, a few photos exchanged. She’d stolen my mind and my soul with her stories and philosophy on life, but I had carefully kept my heart locked. Now as it was pounding in my chest, the clasp loosened, just a bit.She stepped back and surveyed me in my jeans, pullover, and blazer like someone sizing up a side of beef. “Nice, better than the pictures,” and then let out a hearty laugh.More than a tinge of sarcasm, “So fucking glad you approve,” but felt good about her response.I saw her looking around the store, peering out the front window onto the crowded downtown street. “So, no pack of adoring fans, just yet?”“Nope, been here an hour. Just what bursa escort you see.”She ran a finger along her straight nose and replied cannily, “I have an idea. Get another table, wider and with a long table cloth, one that reaches the ground. I’ll be back in a minute.” She tousled her thick hair, undid a couple of buttons on her blouse to better expose her truly magnificent breasts, and pushed up her bra a couple of times. Satisfied, she strode out the store, a stack of my books in hand. Through the open door I could hear her Danish accent, voice booming, but not quite make out the words.I did as she asked, and waited, starting to get impatient. Then one person came, then two and three at a time. In ten minutes there was a pretty big crowd in front of my desk; men and women asking about my book, enquiring when the reading would start, picking up copies and perusing them. Out front, a line was starting and then Karin came back in. Her sea-green eyes were shining, starting to shift to that emerald green when she got really excited.‘What the hell,’ I thought. But I kept silent as she came behind the desk and kissed me full on the lips. Then to my great surprise she faced the crowd and stated in a firm voice, “Everyone, the reading is about to begin. First, you must all turn around!”When only half of them complied she bellowed, this time the Germanic side of the Danish accent blasting through, “Around! NOW!”I was laughing my ass off. Like tin soldiers everyone about-faced, afraid to disobey the woman I had up till now called my ‘sweet-Karin’. Now looking up into my eyes, she in the sexiest purr I had ever heard said, “You remember those videos I sent you, the ones with the women reading a book?”“Here? Now? You k1dding?”She slid closer, her soft breasts pushing against my hard chest. I could feel the heat of her through her dress against the erection in my pants. I gulped and kissed her hard as she grabbed my cock and pressed even tighter against me. “Yes, here, now… please,” the last word a whisper.Then she backed away, pulled off her panties and set her phone up in front of the table. “You take your tablet and go below so you can see my and the bursa escort bayan crowd’s reactions. Yes?”I didn’t need further urging and ducked under the table cloth. A moment later I could see and hear the chair pull up to the table. I thumbed on the tablet, now able to see her up above from waist to head on the screen. The light from it also illuminated Karin in front of me: long muscular legs spread wide, shaved pussy lips, and a small patch of red hair above her clit. I had an urgent need to pull out my cock and masturbate but knew that wasn’t the purpose of her plan.Above the table I heard her say, “I am about to read passages from John Ballinore’s new epic-fantasy, The Fae…‘He had always existed, never taken the Sl33p. In the darkness He brooded’….” That was my cue. Using the tips of my fingers of both hands, I caressed up the inside of her calves, to her knees, rounded them and then continued up her inner thighs, just falling short of her womanhood.I heard a sharp gasp. I saw the expression on her face, the tablet on the floor below me. She had nibbled her lower lip and gripped the book in front of her a little harder. The rear camera of her phone showed the crowd. Both men and women were intent on her reaction and I’m sure her half-revealed full breasts swaying above the desktop.She continued, “…’But not for long. Soon… soon the Barrier would thin enough’…”I moved forward and gently parted the outer labia with my fingers and saw her hips shift in front of me. Above her eyes widened and she licked her lips pausing again.Her voice sunk lower in volume and deeper, “…’Once again He and His daemons would stalk a land of light’…”I pressed my tongue flat against her shaved pussy, using the tip to pry open the inner labia. Probing, testing, digging deeper. All the while my hands continued to run up and down her inner thighs, occasionally teasing at the patch of hair above her still hidden clit.Her voice cracked. I paused in my work and looked down at my tablet. I saw her hand go to her throat, her tongue flicked out, and she gulped. She let out a small laugh and repeated a previously line, “…’Soon… soon’….”The crowd was mesmerized by Karin escort bursa as she read. On the tablet, I could see all fifteen of the chairs were filled and another ten people standing. Out the store window I could just make out people pushing to get inside.Back and forth we went. Me ministering, Karin reading, pausing, getting obviously aroused and the crowd hanging on her every word and action.I focused on the task at hand. After five minutes, the hard wood chair was dripping wet. The sweet musky smell of her was in my nose. She coated my tongue as I licked her swollen clit and covered my fingers as I slowly thrust two of them deep inside her. Every ten seconds or so her voice broke: sometimes a moan, more often a giggle and light laugh, but always her husky voice continued the reading. God, I was dripping myself and normally would have had no control and thrown her to the floor and not made love but fucked her like the Viking she was but not today. Today was for her, for her effort in promoting my book, for us.My mouth was full on her lips now, my tongue lapping up all the wetness pouring from her tight pussy. Three fingers of one hand were deep inside her. The other hand was holding back the hood over her clit while rapidly thumbing it. I couldn’t take the time to look at my screen to see her reaction but didn’t need to. Her legs had clamped around my head. On occasion I felt a hand come down and tousle my hair when she paused in her reading.She stopped speaking. I could hear her breath come in sharp intakes. Her legs began to quiver. I kept at it, thrusting with my fingers more rapidly, sucking on her lips and rubbing her swollen clit. Then both her hands grabbed the top of my head pressing me down and I felt her lower belly muscles roll. Her hips jerked and bashed my clamped head against the underside of the table. Bucking like a wild horse, she gasped out, “Ed!” and then slumped in the chair.My shield-maiden, purpose still in mind, managed in a harsh whisper, “And that ends the reading of John Ballinore’s new book, The Fae.”Three seconds went by and then uproarious applause broke out along with, “Bravo!” “Oh, my god!” “Jesus!”Down below, I took the moment of distraction to scramble out the back and crawl through the stacks, returning just as the crowd surged the table. Karin looked up at me and said, “A good book deserves a crowd. A great book deserves an orgasm!”