As a lifelong bibliophile, I had always spent a lot of time at the library. But in recent days there'd been something drawing me there besides getting a copy of the latest bestseller.
He was my exact type physically: rail-thin with oversized black glasses perfectly befitting a librarian. I'd come up with any excuse I could to talk to him--asking where books were, going to his line to check out my books, asking about upcoming events. But I couldn't seem to get up the nerve to ask him for what I
really
wanted: his cock slamming into whichever of my holes it would most please him to take.
After every visit to the library the first thing I did when I came back into my apartment was shed my clothes as quickly as was humanly possible and run to my bed, where my hand was immediately between my legs. I was always soaking-wet before I even started. As I rubbed my clit I always imagined him taking me right there at the library, not caring who might discover us. I came unbelievably hard every single time.
Finally my hand wasn't enough anymore--I needed him for real. I resolved to be brave the next time I went to the library, doing whatever it took to make him want me.
Today was the day. I wanted to dress as sexy as possible to try to get him interested. I put on a low-cut red dress with pretty embroidered flowers on it that I thought looked
very
hot on me, black thigh-high stockings which I held up with my lacy red garter belt, and bright red glossy red heels. I topped the outfit off with deep red lipstick--I wanted him to look at my lips and think about how good they'd look wrapped around his cock. I didn't wear a bra or panties.
On the bus ride to the library I felt overwhelmed with both horniness and nervousness. I wanted him so much and I would be devastated if this didn't work. I didn't have too much experience coming on to guys and I wasn't sure if I'd do a good job or not. But I was still so desperately turned on, just with the idea that he'd say yes.
I arrived at the stop for the library and got off the bus. I took a deep breath, and then I stepped through the doors.
I had to spend some time looking around before I found him and for a terrible moment I was afraid that he might not be working today. But there he was, standing on a stepladder to shelve some books. To my relief, no one else was nearby, which meant I could say whatever I wanted without having to worry about being overheard.
He looked terribly sexy today. He was wearing a white button-down shirt, a red sweatervest (call me odd, but I've always thought sweatervests are sexy), and tight black jeans that clung to his bony legs perfectly. His back was to me when I found him and I was almost exactly at the level with his beautiful ass, and it was all I could do to not just start stroking it.
"Hi," I said, realizing I sounded nervous. I summoned all my strength to try to make myself sound more confident, thinking my chances would be better if I did.
He turned to look down at me. "Something I can help you with?" he asked.
I suddenly realized that, in all my careful preparation, I hadn't thought of what I'd actually
say
to him when the time came. "Please put your cock in me! I need it!" was what I
wanted
to say, but I couldn't actually
say
that, could I?
I jumped to the first thing I thought of. "I was wondering if you could...tell me where the books about BDSM are," I said. "I'm trying to educate myself about that topic. I was hoping you could...help me." As pickup lines go I'll admit it wasn't the best, but it was all I could think of.
He smiled at me. "Nonfiction BDSM books are in 306.775. There's also quite a bit of erotica mixed in with the regular fiction--you can find out where with the card catalog." It caught my attention that he immediately knew where the books were. Did that mean he was kinky too?
"Anything else?" he asked. Was he really not taking my hint?
"Well, like I said, I'm trying to educate myself about this topic. In any way possible," I said.
"I see," he said. There was a terrible pause. I was holding my breath, wondering what he was going to say next.
"I bet it would help with your research if I ordered you to drop to your knees and started fucking your mouth like the slut you're dressed and sounding like," he said. "It would, wouldn't it?" It didn't really sound like a question, as if he already knew what I was going to say.
"Yes! Yes, that would help very much!" I exclaimed. I felt hot all over, and my pussy was throbbing like mad.
He got off the stepladder and took a quick look up and down the aisle. There still wasn't anyone else around. I was nervous about the idea of doing it
right here
