All characters involved in sexual activity are over 21 years of age or older.
A thank you to my valuable friend and editor for helping me develop my characters, Cuthbert Le Tonstain.
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I've always been told I have a librarian look about me, which I never understood. Normally, I'm often in the library studying hard but this somewhat shy PhD student named Daniel, who is an assistant librarian, slowly becomes more and more friendly as I frequent the library. I suppose because I'm modest, nerdy and wear glasses that sets me up as librarian material and amusingly I ended up with a librarian! I've been told I'm cute owing to my youthful face and petite physique but on this occasion, I definitely wasn't a good girl as I usually am.
Normally, I would bow my head and retreat if there were any signs of any flirting but instead, I watched Daniel's attempts to interest me with intrigue. Often he brought me over the counter to show me things he thought would interest me and try to make me laugh. Once he touched my thigh while we talking he couldn't stop trying to touch my leg and arms nervously watching my reactions. I had never been touched in this way but carefully I welcomed him. Eventually, he became my first boyfriend and we began dating clandestinely because of my conservative family. It goes without saying that I began to frequent the library more and more in an attempt to spend time with Daniel.
A few months into dating, we were chatting at the end of his shift and a tall curvy woman approached us. Daniel then introduced me to his boss Emma. The first thing I noticed about his boss was how evidently busty she was and then her striking twangy accent. I am sure no matter what she wore, her breasts would always be immediately noticeable. I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed and attempt to divert my eyes from the never-ending cleavage on display. They were just so heavy-looking and so full in the clingy wrap top that she wore. It seemed the majority of her torso was weighed down by her ample cleavage.
I struggled to not be anxious while I was talking to Emma since it seemed her barely covered breasts begun only just below her chin. Despite her hidden away career as a librarian, Emma was so confident and poised in her appearance of being a liberated Western woman. I hadn't anticipated women in academia to be so sensually presenting in public and surprisingly her items were in theory quite modest. Her blouse was an elbow-length wrap top and her skirt a knee-length pencil that accentuated all of her so-called ''assets.'' They looked decidedly sexy as she sauntered between the aisles and raised up on her toes to place books on the shelves made it look like her tremendous bust would tumble out of blouse into full view. I carefully observed her sometimes when she was in view and I determined that she was in fact braless while shelving. This only made me more fixated on her shelving actives as her tightly bound breasts in her top bounced and swayed with every movement.
After we parted ways, my boyfriend made no mention of my nervousness since he thought it was just typical social anxiety, it certainly wasn't. Eventually, when I had time to think I wondered how on earth Daniel was able to be so calm and professional around his busty boss, I definitely struggled. As a straight woman, I felt a bit perverse not being able to separate my eyes from what seemed like the fullest watermelons tightly constrained by a flimsy blouse. I couldn't determine why I was so fascinated or intimated by Emma and her significant rack. All I knew was that I had never felt this way before and I almost longed to see her spill out of her blouse while on a ladder shelving thick heavy books.
One day, I arrived at opening time for the library and put in a really long day until it was dark outside. My boyfriend usually worked night shifts so I knew he would be arriving come nightfall. I started packing up my laptop and books because I have an 8pm curfew. I wander down to the front desk and find my boyfriend. Due to the stress of upcoming assignments I was feeling pretty aroused. He was happy to see me at the library but also trying to be quiet because his boss was in this evening.
I put my bag down and slid myself up to sit on the library front desk. His eyes opened wide and he seemed quite concerned because right as you walk in the main doors, it's the first thing you see. I just sit on the desk like nothing is happening and we exchange stories about our day. I look at my watch and sigh...
"I wish I didn't have to go home soon babe, I just want to spend time with you." He offered to walk me to the door and I said it wasn't enough.
It was one of those cold, dark nights and I was just feeling the urge to hibernate with him. I leaned forward and hugged him. I pulled him in tightly with my small hands and nuzzled my face against his soft dark beard. I can feel him resisting slightly because he's scared of being on display at his workplace. I whimper: "I don't want to leave you babe" in his ear as I press my perky breasts against him.
