I walk into the vast library at around noon, prepared for a long day's hard study. As I walk past the front desk my eyes are drawn to a beautiful young lady who I've never seen before, sat busily stamping a huge pile of returned books. Long jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full pouting lips, slender neck and firm pert breasts hidden under a light floral dress, she is by far the most beautiful lady to ever work in the library. She looks up at me as I pass and for an instance our eyes meet. She smiles briefly and I return the smile nodding my head slightly as I continue into the library. I find an empty desk and set my books down then wander through the library, collecting material for my research. I settle down at the desk and bury my head in the books, focusing my concentrating on my work.
The hours roll by and I can't help noticing each time she walks by me. Her breasts almost have a life of their own as they bounce and jiggle as she walks. And is it my imagination, or does she like to swing her hips as she walks, causing her ass to wiggle seductively? Nah, just my mind working overtime. Then again.... I return my attention to the books but find my mind wandering more and more as I think about the way she moves, her beautiful smile, what she may look like naked... come on man! Get a grip! You've got work to do! I start reading again and soon the afternoon turns to evening.
I look up from my books when I notice that night has fallen and look around, surprised to see the library deserted accept for me. I stifle a yawn then look at the clock: 8.15 p.m. I stand and stretch, relieving the cramp in my muscles and pick up the large pile of books I selected from various shelves around the library I wander down the quiet hallways, replacing the books on the shelves. As I go up to the third level I hear a faint sound from deep within the rows of shelves and pause, listening. But on hearing nothing else I shrug my shoulders and continue, walking into the dimly lit aisles. As I return the final book I hear another sound, this time a little louder. Was that a moan? Curious I pad silently towards it as I hear it again and this time with a slight rustling sound. As I reach the far end of the hall I peek around the shelves and my jaw drops to the floor by the sight that greets me.
The pretty young librarian is lying on a long wooden table, a book in one hand the other slowly sliding over her dress, gently squeezing one of her breasts. The hand flicks up to the book, quickly turning the page, then returns to her breast, the long fingers running up the side towards the nipple pressed against the thin dress. Her chest start to rise and fall faster as her fingers slowly caress around prominent mound, then lightly pinch and twist it. She let out a long moan and increases the force of her caresses, pulling the nipple hard and spanking it. The hand flicks up to turn the page again then slides down the dress to her slowly spreading legs. She hitches up her skirt around her waist, giving me a wonderful view of her skimpy white panties, then lets out a deep groan as her finger slides over the panties, caressing her sex. Her finger slides slowly back and forth over the panties and she gasps slightly each time she rubs what I guess must be her clit. By this time my cock is raging inside my pants and I look around, hoping to spot a better vantage point, but there are none so I stay put.
Her finger slides faster and faster over her pussy mound, her chest fluttering as whatever she is reading turns her on more and more. Her fingers then creep under the waistband of her panties and I see them start to work quickly up and down. She starts panting and gasping, then drops the book to one side and brings her free hand down to her breasts, quickly exposing one of the erect nipples. The fingers in her panties stop sliding up and down, and she spread her legs wider as she pushes them into herself, letting out a long moan as she does so. The fingers start to move back and forth, obviously sliding deep into her pussy as she teases her nipples more frantically. Her groans and pants become louder and faster and her fingers quickly bring her to closer to orgasm. Suddenly she throws her head back, raises her hips high off the table and clamps her legs around her hand, barely stifling a loud yell as she cums. She collapses on the table, breathing hard, then slowly withdraws her fingers from her panties and raises the glistening digits to her mouth, licking them clean.
She slowly gets up off the table, adjusts her dress and picks up to book, looking at it with a little smile spread across her face. She walks back to the shelf and replaces the book, then looks at her reflection in the window, checking everything is in order before walking down the aisle next to her and back to the main library. I watch her go, ensuring she doesn't see me, the walk swiftly down the row towards where she replaced the book. It doesn't take long for me to find it and I quickly flick through, a sly smile coming to my face as I turns out to be a book of highly sensual Victorian literature, complete with erotic, almost pornographic illustrations. I replace the book, making a mental note of the author and title. I think I'll ask for this book tomorrow! I go back down, collecting my belongings as I quickly and quietly exit the library.
I return to the library the next afternoon, giving her a long look as I pass the main table. She looks up and smiles again and I feel my cock immediately start to stir in my pants. I hurry into the library and sit at a table spreading my books and papers around, giving the pretense of work. But my mind is replaying over and over the incredible scene I witnessed the previous night and time seems to crawl by. Eventually night falls and the library is soon empty except for her and me. I walk up to the front desk and she looks up at me. "Good evening sir." Her voice is wonderfully melodic and sensuous. "How can I help you?" I nervously clear my throat, then reply.
