The Librarian

She walks to the upper floor of the library...the aroma of books envelops her... and she loves it, she is at home.

Her deep red hair is pinned in a tight bun -- her bright eyes are framed by dark, tortoise-rimmed glasses.

Her thick, luscious lips are softly touched in a kind, welcoming red.

Her skirt is dark and her ass fills it out nicely... her white shirt cannot hide deliciously large breasts and a nearly perfect cleavage...freckles on pale skin inviting second looks...

her shoes are t-strap mary janes with a 4-inch heel. click, click, click she goes on the tile.... her face serious, but smiling inside.

She comes to the area of the "quiet rooms" -- places for serious patrons to study and keep books -- each with a desk, a chair, and a narrow window in it's wooden door

at the corner room, she notices him...she's seen him before. Always in a button-down oxford, khakis, dark glasses... nerdy, but serious and with a trim, fit build. He's not tall, but lately, she's found herself a fan of men of his type...quiet, strong, mysterious...

She notes that no one is around and stops to get a closer look...

He is simply sitting in the chair... leaning back a bit ... and she's quite sure she's noticed a bit of a bulge in the khakis...

She giggles to herself...but..she can't move on...

His hand moves to his belt... loosens it...and her eyes widen, flash with brightness...

(What is he doing, she wonders?)

As he unzips, there's no doubt his pants were bulging... dark grey boxer briefs are stretched with the outline of his member... Her mouth starts to water a bit...

He strokes himself over the fabric... and his head tilts back as he massages gently... his cock growing and its head poking up over the waistband...

She looks around... no one. She certainly isn't going to leave this show...for as long as it may last.

He eases his pants down a bit, then urges the boxer briefs down, too...

His cock and balls are exposed now... nice, not huge, but solid... thick veins pulsing blood ...

He licks his hand... and then places it on the head of his member... strokes down... all the way to his balls...back up the shaft

watching it twitch, she feels a tingle in her pussy...

His eyes are closed now..he is lost in the fantasy...

She can see his lips mouthing a word... maybe a couple words... as he strokes gently, slowly... letting himself enjoy this study break...

Her panties are undeniably wet now... and she wants more...

She turns the knob of the door gently... opens it ... he doesn't move a muscle... doesn't look at all

With his eyes still closed, she steps in... closes the door carefully behind her...

She can see his glistening cock...his hands working their magic on it...

And she can hear his deep, rhythmic breathing...

And...she hears her name.... under his breath... hungrily ... "Amy.... oh, Amy... oh god, Amy... " he says...

Could he really be saying her name...? They'd not really spoken...but, surely, he knew who she was... he was there every day

"Amy... Amy... I love your lips, Amy... Amy... you feel so good on me... mmm...mmm...Amy... yes...yes..."

He is totally lost ... the head of his member now purple, shiny, large...

She watches eagerly as he explodes... "Amy, oh fuck, oh Amy, oh my god, Amy..." he grunts... as streams of hot, white cum explode from his dick...

She's kneeling in front of him now... there's no way to get out...

And he sees her... his cock semi-hard, dangling from khakis...

His face relaxed, warm...and now...shocked...

But he just smiles...

He's too spent for much more...

"Nice to meet you" she says...

"Yes. Yes. Nice to meet the object of my fantasies," he replies



She melts... and says: "We'll have to talk again sometime..."

He admires her luscious figure as she walks out, closes the door, and moves on... click, click, click..

Perhaps the next time he's in the quiet room, she'll join him for the study break.