I use the library all the time. I mostly ordered books on line and pick them up at the desk. I used to get some dirty looks from the librarians as they scanned the books and read the titles. "Love Slave," "Hellion Bride," "The Story of O," "Topping from Below": just to name a few. Most of the librarians recognize my face now and giggle a little when they give me my books. They know that the books I order are great for getting the pulse beating a little faster. I think they might even skim thru my books during one of their breaks for a little excitement. You see, I mostly read romance books, but not the fluff stuff that is all flowers and candy; I like the "bodice rippers." These are books with good story lines, but I read them for the great erotic sex scenes. My mind is my most sensitive sexual organ and these writings make my mind and body sizzle.
So when my computer crashed and I ran out of reading material I made immediate plans to make a trip to the library. I am not a super model, but enough people have commented on my looks for me to realize that I am considered to be pretty. Tall, red heads with green eyes are not uncommon, but we do get second looks. At 35 I have to put an effort in to my looks and like for my hard work to be appreciated. I brushed out my long hair, put on my make-up and headed out; braless (because I am small breasted), in my short sundress, which was essentially backless, and my little strapy sandals. My long legs and little waist are what I would consider my best features, so I dress to show them to my advantage.
I went right to the front desk to pick up any material that might have come in for me, and was surprised to see a young man behind the desk. A fine looking young man who would never be described a bookish. At least 6' tall with a muscular build, dark brown wavy hair to his shoulders and killer blue eyes. He wore a blue button down shirt with casual dress pants, nothing special, but he wore them well. He had to be somewhere in his late 20's, and I thought that it was strange for him to be working at the library. Most of the help is either older females or young school kids. He was a man; M. A. N. man; like "get my panties in a twist" man.
"Can I help you?" he said, and I thought, "Oh buddy, you can definitely help me!"
instead the words that came out of my mouth were pleasant and surprisingly calm. "Yes," I said, " I believe I have some books on hold," and I gave him my library card. While he turned around to the shelves to get my books, I took the time to check out his backside, and it was as nice as the front, well defined and all the bulges where in the right places. I felt my nipples tingle and harden under my dress,
"oh yeah, this guy could definitely help me" I thought again.
As he turned back to me, he read the title of my book, "Chemical Pink" he said, "I think I read this one, I really liked it." I knew the story was about a Dom and Submissive, so I blushed a bit and reached for the book. He held it for a minute before letting go, looking at me he realized that I knew what I was going to read, and I liked reading it. I looked from his eyes to his hand holding the book, long strong fingers with smooth trim nails. God those fingers could do things...
"It's due back in 3 weeks, but I have a feeling you wont need it that long" he said with a grin, and he released the book. I smiled and chuckled a little, "yeah, I am pretty quick with these things." I said, trying to hold his gaze but ducking away shyly. I thanked him and turned to walk away.
I could feel him watching me as I walked away from the desk. My insides felt warm and I knew my pussy was getting wet, I could feel the slickness between my lips. It was a thrill thinking about him looking at me knowing that I was going to read some really steamy stuff, and get really turned on. Did he wonder if I would masturbate while reading the story? Was he imagining himself doing the things in the story to me? I know I was thinking of him doing things to me with those hands. My nipples tingled, my pussy pulsed and I walked away.
I was not ready to leave the library, I still wanted to use the computer to order other books. The library in my town is small. We have a tiny children's wing and a small sized main wing. There were about five resource computers for members to use. There were maybe ten people in the library. A mother and her son in the children's wing and the others were all on the computers or waiting to use one. I would have to wait. Not such a hard thing to do. I would just sit down, read my book and watch that great looking guy behind the desk. Maybe I could tease him just a bit; oh yeah that would be fun. I took a seat off to the side but still in view of the desk. I opened my book and made the pretense of reading, all the while watching him.
And he was watching me. Again I was aware of the tightening in my nipples. Now it seemed to spread to my stomach like a flutter. I crossed my legs, squeezing my pussy lips together and rubbing them against my clit. The pressure against my clit felt wonderful, I wanted to repeat it, but this caused me to wiggle more noticeably in my chair, which I know he saw. I looked up to see him watching me, not smiling really, but with a look of enjoyment. My dress slide up my thighs. He watched intently, expecting to see my panties any second. I always wear a thong, so I knew there was no chance of him getting a glimpse of panty; unless of course, I uncrossed my legs. I looked into his eyes again and did it.
I slowly uncrossed my legs, sliding further to the edge of the large stuffed chair. With both feet on the floor and my legs slightly open to reveal my pink satin panties, I watched him watching my crotch. Continuing the slow motion, I re-crossed my legs in the other direction. His eyes moved up my body. I could feel them heat my body as they traveled up to my eyes. I smiled. He smiled. I looked away as an older man walked by me and towards the desk with his books in his hand. The old man looked back at me, did he see? I smiled at him too, and felt the heat in my stomach spreading lower.
I have never done anything like this before. It felt so sinful and naughty. Thinking about it made me even wetter. I felt the pounding of my excited heart deep into my pussy. I knew I was wet enough now to dampen my panties. What if I could get him to see that? Wow, what a rush. I looked around, someone else moved onto the computer the old man was using, but other than that, nothing had changed. My heart was racing, how could no one feel what was happening? How could they miss the energy that what was filling my mind and body?
I watched him take care of the old man. He looked past the old man's shoulder to me. I quickly opened my legs wide to reveal my moist panties. Did he see it? Could he see my juice staining my pink panties?
Yes, he saw it. I could tell by the way his expression changed. His look became much more intense. I sucked in my breath, which made a sound that drew the attention of another library patron on the other side of the library. I sat up quickly, closed my legs and buried my face in my book.
A few minutes later it seemed to be a rush at the front desk. He was busy checking out books for the patrons and shelving books from the bins. I actually did read some then. When I looked around again one of the computers in the back corner of the library was available. I went over to it and started my search. When I looked back to the front desk my dreamy librarian was gone. The brush on my arm startled me, letting out a little squeal, I turned to see him sitting on the edge of the cubical that I was working in.
"Do you taste as good as you look" he said
"Ahhh....wh... what? I stammered my heart in my throat.
He leaned closer to me and spoke softly into my ear, "Do. You. Taste. As. Good. As . You Look"