She sat behind her heavy wooden desk and sorted through some papers, thinking about how her job as a librarian at the local university could be a little dull. She was one of the younger employees and often got stuck working the later shifts. In a way it was nice because of the quiet but it could get awfully lonely. She spent a lot of time daydreaming and sometimes tucked an erotic novel inside of a reference text -- a secret guilty pleasure of hers. She longed to be fucked like the women in her books, for a man that would satisfy all of her fantasies.
On this particular evening she was imagining just that when she was startled back into reality by the sound of the library door banging open. She was surprised. Not too many students came in so late. Must be someone doing a paper or studying last minute. The student walked into her line of sight and her eyes widened behind her dark, plastic frame glasses. He was tall and handsome, with dark hair and eyes. Just like the men in her favorite books.
She watched him sit down at one of the nearby tables and bit her lip as she thought about what it might be like to seduce him. Her nipples hardened underneath the white blouse she wore and she grew wet. She knew thinking about a student like this was wrong, but it had been so long since she had felt a man's touch...
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He pretended not to stare at her while he spread his books and papers out on the table in front of him. He had always had a fantasy about being seduced by a hot librarian. She didn't know it, but he often came to the library in the evening just to see her in her tight skirt and glasses, reading a reference book. He thought about pulling her down behind the stacks and fucking her until she was forced to break the silence of the library atmosphere with her moans of pleasure.
He was much too shy to try and bring this fantasy to life. He convinced himself that there was no way anything could ever happen with her. He snuck another quick glance at her. She was now leaning against her desk, her long legs ending in sexy black stiletto heels. She had the tip of the arm of her glasses in her mouth, clearly pondering something. He felt himself blush as he imagined his hard cock in her mouth instead. What he wouldn't give to fuck her...
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She had to do something. She saw him staring at her and she knew he wanted her, too. She took a deep breath and walked over to him, staring into his intense dark eyes.
"Is there anything I can help you with this evening?" she asked.
He looked at her longingly and she drew her breath in sharply. He was so hot.
"Well," he replied, "I'm doing a paper for my Human Sexuality course and I need some books to start my introduction."
Oh, this is too good to be true, she thought, I can give him all kinds of lessons in that.
"Sure thing. I'll be right back with everything you'll need," she said. She felt his eyes on her ass as she walked away and grinned. She wouldn't be lonely tonight...
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Her ass looked incredible in that skirt. He was pretty impressed that he had come up with the line about a human sexuality paper. Hopefully she was enough of a slut to take the bait and make his fantasy come true. He watched as she climbed the ladder to get his books. He was at the perfect angle to see up her skirt. She was wearing a hot pink thong and he couldn't help but imagine ripping it off of her. She came down off the ladder and sat down beside him.
"You look like you could use a few lessons. Why don't I help out?"
He somehow managed to get out, "Sure. Thanks."
She layed one of the books out in front of him and leaned over to point something out, her breasts trailing over his arm. He could feel how hard her nipples were through her thin shirt as they grazed his skin. He blushed again as he thought about all of the things she could do to him.
