Tales of an Assistant Librarian

Hi. I'm Bella.

What should I tell you about myself?

Well, I'm a simple girl, really. I love nothing more than curling up with a good book and letting it take me away. So, getting a job as a librarian was a dream come true, even if I'm not reading, just being surrounded by books all day is just amazing.

I'm quite shy really. I don't have many friends. I guess that's why I'm writing this all down in this diary. But I've always thought that with books, I've got all the friends in the world.

Another thing you should know about me is that I have really big boobs. I absolutely love them, they make me feel really sexy. I'm pretty shy in lots of ways, so having these huge, sexy things attached to me gives me lots of confidence.

I also love showing them off, in really low cut tops. I love the effect they have on people, of feeling desired and wanted by the men and envied by the women.

For my job interview, I dressed conservatively but I'll be honest, I've been pushing it a bit since then. Another button undone on my blouse, a slightly tighter sweater, an ever more plunging neckline.

The head librarian doesn't seem to mind. In fact, I think he quite likes it.

Most of the time I work alone anyway. Its not a public library. It's a private collection owned by some mysterious institute. There are some really incredible works here.

There is no public admittance. Academics have to apply to the head librarian for access. They aren't always given it.

Its a thrill to work in such a special place. The library itself is beautiful, lots of mahogany, green bankers desk lamps on the reading desks, with a beautiful private garden outside and a big glass dome. Its such a special, secret place.

Most of my work is spent cataloguing the books. Or I might be sent to retrieve something from the stacks for one of the favoured few allowed access. It isn't very demanding work and most of the time, I just get to quietly sit and read.

The first time the head librarian found me, curled up on the windowsill with some priceless first edition in my hands, I was worried he might be angry but he just smiled and said he was glad I was getting to know the collection.

It was one of my early experiments with low cut tops at work and I think that might have helped.

Most of the time, it's just me and him together, alone, in those vast hushed hallways. He seems like a pretty cool guy, I think he has like three degrees or something.

He always seems genuinely happy to see me but he mostly just leaves me alone. He has certainly never come onto me or made me feel uncomfortable.

He's never commented on my clothing choices. Once or twice, I've felt like he might be checking me out but he somehow doesn't make it feel lecherous.

The visiting academics can be a bore. I feel like they are intruding on my sacred space. It's part of my job to offer them assistance and I don't like being put out of my usual routine to have to show them around.

I suppose my job isn't very demanding though so I shouldn't complain too much.

My favourite ones are the nerdy guys who can't stop themselves staring down my top. I pretend not to notice but of course, I do. And most of them aren't very subtle.

I find it kind of cute.

Once, though, one of them put his hands on me. I didn't like that. I called out and the head librarian appeared at once.

The academic was immediately shown the door. I never saw him again.

I was gushing in my thanks to the librarian, but he told me to think nothing of it. Like I say, he's a pretty cool guy.

The last academics have to leave by five thirty and my day ends at six. I love that final half four, when it's just me and him.

Mostly he'll be away in his office or down in the stacks, but I like to know he's around somewhere. I like having this whole, glorious place to myself, even if I don't have much to do.

I like to just wander around the shelves, running my fingers over the wood panelling and relishing in the glorious solitude and quiet.

I find myself lingering later and later.

The librarian doesn't seem to mind. He always seems to be around, materialising from somewhere when I finally put my coat on to leave to say goodnight before disappearing back inside.

This might sound odd, but I find the library an incredibly sexy place, especially at night when everyone else has left.

Its such a beautiful place. And all those books, all that knowledge, it's like it's thrumming with this quiet power. That's a real turn on, at least to a girl like me.

Like I say, I've been pushing it with my clothing. Low cut sweater and short skirts. It's an aesthetic I like to think of as slutty academia. Naughty coĺlege girls.

I get so wet when I'm alone in that place. Well, almost alone. The librarian is always nearby even if I'm never quite sure where.

I can feel his presence everywhere and knowing he's nearby feels good. I'm definitely developing a little crush on him too.

I've never been with an older man. In fact, if I'm honest, I've never been with any man. Or any woman either, if thats what you're thinking, my naughty little diary.

Ive had plenty of offers. With boobs like these, I could hardly fail to. But no one ever seemed quite right. Boys my age are so boorish and uncouth.

So, although I like to dress all slutty, it's just an act really. Like, I say, I'm really very shy.

I think that's why, I get so turned on being alone in the library. It feels safe. And that makes me feel sexy. And naughty.

I'd love to touch myself in the library.

Lean back in one of the reading chairs and slide my hand up my thighs, under my short, slutty skirt, over and then under my white lace panties, touch my body, just there, where it feels so good.

But I'm much too shy.

And afterall, I'm never alone. The librarian is always there. Somewhere.

But I think about it. Especially when I am alone. I think about the library. I think about him. I imagine him watching me in my tiny skirts and low cut tops.

And as I think about him, I just get wetter and wetter and wetter.

So wet, my panties are soaked through and I have to slide them down my long legs.

So wet, I just can't help sliding one outstretched finger over myself, into myself, giving into the pleasure and the wetness and sweet thoughts of indulgence in the library.

...

Oh dear, dear diary. I have so much to tell you.

Its summer time and you can just tell a storm is brewing. Little gusts of wind are kicking up outside whispering of the tempest to come.

The library is deserted. No academics today. No new books either. Just me and the librarian, alone with our books under the glass dome.

Ive dressed extra slutty today. A black lace bra under a tight white blouse, unbuttoned so far my tits are practically popping out of them.

A skirt that is barely more than a belt, so my knickers are on display every time I bend over. Which given how often I have to get books off the low shelves is a lot.

And to top it off, a pair of black leather "fuck me" boots. I feel hot and sexy striding into the library.

I see him look up at me and smile. Ever the perfect gentleman, he manages not to stare at me, but he does say,

"You look charming today, Bella."

I smile and thank him and feel warmed by his attention. He never comments on my appearance.

And all day it just gets hotter and hotter. The library is climate controlled but it must be struggling in these conditions.

The librarian disappears most of the day to do whatever it is he does and so I have the place to myself. It only takes me a few hours to discharge my duties, then I just wander around the hallways.

Normally I would love this but I feel hot and restless.

Eventually, I knock on his office door. I never normally do this. Ever.

He looks up at me and smiles as I enter. For a moment his coolness cracks and his eyes flick down to my cleavage.

"Bella," he says, "How can I help you."

I offer him a coffee. Despite its other charms, the library's kitchen is small and antiquated with nothing better than instant. So I offer to go out and get him something proper from the place down the street.

He graciously accepts.

I can feel people in the coffee shop checking me out, staring at my body. I don't like it, not today, this outfit wasn't meant for them but there is nothing to do but brazen it out.

Then, on the way back to the library, a cup of coffee in either hand, the heavens open.

It's only a ten minute walk back to the library but I'm soaked to the skin by the time I get back, my blouse sticking to my skin and completely transparent.

The Librarian is all concern when I find him, berating himself for letting me go out in those conditions and apologising profusely for a lack of a change of clothes or even a towel.

Even though I'm soaking, I feel safe and warm back in the library, while the wind howls and the rain lashes the glass dome over head.

And for all his concern, I can feel his eyes on me. On my body. I can feel his want of me.

"Here," he says and offers me his jumper, "Its not much, but it's something."

I smile and take it from him.

I turn and face away from him. I slowly undo my blouse and let it fall to the floor, feeling his eyes on my bare back.

I undo my bra and let that fall to the ground with my blouse. I'm now completely topless in his office but with my back to him. The door of his office is open and I can see the open, hushed spaces of the library before us.

I feel so sexy.

I slip the jumper over my head and turn back to face him. It's too big for me of course but I like feeling his clothes against my bare breasts.

"You're a very beautiful girl, Bella. Forgive me. I shouldn't have said that."

I'd got him flustered. I liked that. I couldn't tell if my panties were soaking only from the rain.

"Oh no, sir," I purred. I always called him sir. "I like it that you think I'm beautiful."

"Your boyfriend is a very lucky man."

"Boyfriend, sir?"

"You do have a boyfriend, Bella?"

I shook my head, "Oh no sir, I'm all alone."

I walked up to him, so close I could almost feel his breath in my face.

"In fact, sir, Ive never had a boyfriend."

"Never?"

"Never." I bit my lip. "Never been touched."

"Never? You mean you're..."

I nodded, "Virgo intacta."

"I see."

"I've been saving myself. For the right man."

"And who might that be?"

"Oh, I don't know," I'm suddenly coy, "Someone older. Sophisticated. Learned."

I reach out and start to play with his tie and look up into his brilliant blue eyes, "Do you know anyone like that?"

Suddenly I feel his hands on my waist pulling me even closer towards him.

"Well, there is someone I know. "

I gasped as I felt his hands on my body but couldn't resist still playing with him a little longer.

"Do you think you could introduce me?"

"You already know him," he replied and lent in and kissed me. His lips felt incredible on mine and I felt my body melt in his arms.

"So then, what about you?" I said when we eventually came up for air.

"What about me?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

He laughed, "Not currently, no."

"And what are looking for in a woman."

"Well, call me old fashioned but I do have a certain weakness for curvy nubile brunettes straight out of college."

I smiled. "So, what you're saying is, you like younger women with big boobs."

He smiles back at me, "Exactly."

I toss back my hair, "So, tell me, do you like my boobs?"

"Of course, although..."

"Although what?"

I'm outraged that he might have any criticism of them at all.

"Well, even though I have been admiring those tops you wear. It's not quite the same as seeing them properly.

"Oh, I see. Are you saying you want to see my boobs, sir?"

"Yes, Bella."

"Well you'd better help me out of this jumper then."

I lifted up my hands and let him pull the jumper off over my head, standing topless in front of him.

"Well," I said, "what do you think?"

"Beautiful," he replied. And then he very gently lent forward and kissed each of my nipples, letting them harden in his mouth.

Oh yes, this is what my boobs were made for. They had never felt as good as they did being kissed by the librarian.

He kissed them. He licked them. He worshipped them. He made them feel so good.

As he kissed my breasts, his hands reached down to cup my firm buttocks.

"Your skirt is soaking," he said.

"You'd better take them off too, then. And my panties. They're wet too."

He did as he was told and peeled my little skirt off my wide thighs and then my panties too.

"You truly are bellissima, Bella."

I just smiled at him.

"Tell me Bella, has anyone ever kissed you, just here," he gently ran his fingers through my soft brown bush as he spoke to me.

"No, sir."

"Would you like me too?"

I nodded, "Yes, please. More than anything."

I'd always wondered very much what that would feel like. I knew I could make myself feel good by touching myself there, make myself very good. I wanted his mouth on me. He had made my boobs feel so good, how much better would it feel down there.

He kissed it.

It was even better than I could have dreamed. A tongue is better than a finger. And the librarian's tongue danced inside me, setting me on fire. If something as wet as I was could possibly burn.

And he didn't stop not until I had come thoroughly undone. I felt better than I had ever felt in my life.

As good as I felt though. I knew I wanted more. I needed more.

"Take me, ravish me," I cried.

The librarian rose to his feet and started to undo his tie.

"Not here," I said. "Not in your office.

"I want you to take my virginity on the reading desk, in the middle of the library. This is what I've been waiting for."

"As you wish."

He left his tie on the desk and took me by the hand and led me into the main room. I was naked apart from my slutty little boots.

He lay me down on the mahogany reading desk under the glass dome, rain still lashing down on it, the large room hushed in that weird half light of a summer storm.

He undid his shirt. He undid his trousers. He was magnificent.

He looked down at me where I lay on the desk. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. I opened my legs for him.

"Make me a woman," I said.

And he did.

I gasped as he entered me. There was a brief moment of pain and I felt something tear inside me.

But then it was just glorious.

This was better than my fingers. Better even than his tongue. This is what a woman was made for, to be taken and ravished by such a man as he was.

He moved inside me, filling me, possessing me, having me.

"Oh," I moaned out, "Oh, oh, oh." My moans filling that sacred space as his manhood filled mine.

I'd dreamed about this all my life. I was starting to think it might never happen. Or I was waiting for the wrong thing. Maybe I should just give it to the next boy who stared at my boobs.

But this was the man I wanted. This was the man I'd waited for. And being taken like this, in this beautiful place just made it all the better.

"Oh Bella, you're so beautiful."

He was standing over me, as I lay on my back on desk, looking down on my body as he grabbed my wide open thighs to work his magic inside me.

I could see his eyes roaming my body, my face and my boobs and the sacred place where he was entering me.

I wanted to tell him he was beautiful too. And he was. But I was too far gone to do anything other than moan and moan and moan.

Pleasure swelled within me.

I thought I knew what pleasure was. I knew nothing.

This was the man to teach me, every thrust inside taking me to greater heights, making my woman's body his.

I was his slutty little virgin using my body to please him and being so very pleased in return. Well, virgin no longer. But very much his slut.

My pleasure peaked and peaked and peaked. And then it broke, surging through me. And as my body surged I could feel him surging in me too and realised he was filling me with his love.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Give it to me. Fill me up. Make me yours."

He leant over me, breathing hard, his hardness still throbbing inside me and looked me deep in my eyes.

"You're mine, Bella. Your body, your soul. You're all mine."

"Yes, sir," I whispered. "Yes, I am."

.....

I love my job.

I love dressing nice and slutty for the librarian. I love to bring him his cofffee and fuss with his tie.

I like to bob up and down around him. There are always so many reasons to bend over in the library.

I love it when he stares down my top or up under my skirt.

I love it when five thirty comes and we have the place to ourselves. I'm supposed to leave at six. I never do.

Not when I have my beautiful librarian all to myself and there are just so many ways to please him.

When it's just him and me, with our bodies and our lust and our want. All alone in the library.