THE LIBRARIAN_(1)

As he walked into the library, the first thing he noticed was the librarian. She was a quiet, timid woman, someone whose husband always took her in the missionary position, with it all over in forty five seconds. He admired her body from afar; she wasn’t exactly a porn star, but she was tall and slim. Her breasts were small yet erect, and her face was soft, with full lips. If only a man who knew what he was doing would get in bed with her, she would have a good time. And he felt that he was the man to do just that.
He found online a book that the library didn’t have, and went over to her desk to inquire about an inter-library loan. She was very helpful, perhaps even intimidated by his confident manners and his rugged good looks. She even took him into the office in the back to rush the delivery of the book from the other location. As she typed, out of the corner of his eyes he caught her looking over at him. He turned and smiled at her, their eyes locking. She looked down, embarrassed by his bold stare. His next move was totally on impulse. They were on the fifth floor, well away from the areas frequented by the regular crowd. He turned and locked the door, and then sat down on the desk beside her. As she stopped typing, he took her hands and pulled her up. He kissed on her soft lips, enjoying her increasingly fervent return kisses. He had passed the most crucial phase, the point where he needed to turn her on. He let his hands slide down her body to cup her breasts. She tensed as he caressed them through the fabric of her shirt, gasping softly when he squeezed a sensitive nipple. He ran his hands up and down her slender flanks, again brushing the swells of her breast, his thumbs teasing her now jutting nipples. She was wearing one of those lace bras which allow the nipple to stand firm on arousal. He stepped back to admire the sensual sight of her erect nipples urgently at attention, pushing the soft fabric of her blouse out.