After writing parts 1 & 2 of this little tale.. I became curious about these two people and how they met.. So, I wrote the following. Again, this was my first attempt some time ago and remains somewhat rough in style. I choose to use "he" and "she" often to emphasis their namelessness.
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He was in the library doing some research for a job he had coming up. Sitting at a table in the far corner that was scattered with his papers and books; He was dressed in comfortable jeans and a simple pullover. His leather jacket was tossed over one chair.
The librarian distracted him momentarily as she crossed in front on him. Her arms were full of books she was replacing on the shelves one at a time. He looked at her. She had her hair pulled tight in a typical librarian bun, thick glasses, and skirt almost down to her ankles, white cuff socks and penny loafers. God, did she have a manual on librarian dressing? He chuckled softly.
He looked at her closely and realized that even though she had on no makeup, she was quite lovely. Her hair was a beautiful warm red color and she had a soft sprinkle of freckles. That hair looked thick enough for him to lose his hands in. Her body seemed okay even though it was hard to tell through those loose, baggy clothes she had chosen. Her ass seemed firm and round and her breasts were detectable even with the oversized gray sweater she was wearing.
He looked around the library and realized it had gotten very late. It was dark outside and he only saw one other person in the building, an older gentleman going over the catalogue files. He glanced back at the librarian and watched her replacing a book on a shelf across the room. She had a pencil in her mouth and a lock of her hair had fallen out and was tickling her nose. Oh yes, he could see how lovely her hair would be all flowing free. He felt his cock stir in his jeans. He wondered if there could be some fire in her.
