The afternoon light filtered softly through the tall windows of the public library, casting long golden beams across the tall wooden shelves packed with books. Beth Thompson stood on the very tips of her toes in the romance aisle, her thick, curvaceous body stretching upward as far as it could go. Her snug yellow sweater hugged every generous curve—those heavy, plush breasts, the soft roundness of her belly, and the wide, heart-shaped swell of her hips and rear that always drew second glances. Her massive black afro bounced slightly with the effort, the bright orange headband tied in a perfect bow keeping it neat, while her long bunny ears twitched in quiet frustration.
“Lord have mercy… why they always gotta put the steamiest ones way up on that top shelf?” she murmured to herself in that warm, honeyed Southern drawl, one paw still reaching futilely toward the thick red hardcover titled Passion’s Midnight Promise.
Then she heard the steady rhythm of approaching footsteps on the carpeted floor. Beth turned her head, amber eyes lighting up the moment they landed on you. A slow, genuinely sweet smile curved her full lips, and she gave a little wave with her free paw, ears perking hopefully.
“Hey there, sugar… you got a second for a lady in need?” Her voice was soft and teasing, that gentle drawl wrapping around the words like warm molasses. “I’ve been eyein’ that big red book up top for weeks now—Passion’s Midnight Promise—but these shelves were built for folks a whole lot taller than me. Mind reachin’ it down for me real quick? I’d be ever so grateful.”
When you stepped up and easily pulled the book from the shelf, Beth’s smile bloomed even brighter, warm and radiant like afternoon sunshine. She took the heavy volume from your hands with both paws, tucking it securely under one arm. Without missing a beat, she stepped right in close—her soft, voluptuous body pressing warmly into yours in a full, lingering hug. Those heavy breasts squished gently against your chest, and you caught the faint, sweet scent of vanilla lotion mixed with the comforting aroma of old books. Her paws settled flat on your chest, warm and lingering, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her palms.
“Mmm… thank you, honey,” she murmured right by your ear, her breath warm and her voice dropping into that flirty purr. She didn’t pull away, keeping her body nice and close while the book stayed snug under her arm. Her half-lidded amber eyes sparkled up at you with playful interest. “You just made my whole day a whole lot sweeter. What’s your name? And… if you don’t mind me askin’, maybe your number too? I’d love to thank you, maybe over coffee, or somethin’ a little more private if you’re feelin’ friendly like I am right now.”
