This is dedicated to my beautiful Brina
I will never forget the day I met Brina. I can relive every moment as if it were only yesterday.
I awoke that morning with a feeling of hopeful expectation that I could think of no reason for. I slowly roused myself from my bed and walked across the hallway to my bathroom. I was already naked because I never wear anything in bed. Well, not strictly true. I sometimes put things on if there's someone there to help take it off, if you understand what I mean?
I got in the shower and turned it on, luxuriating under the powerful jet of hot water. The feeling of anticipation was still filling me. Would I meet someone today? Was that it? Was some wonderful woman going to enter my life? It had been a while since I'd had a relationship so perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my behalf. I washed my hair and body and, as my hands stroked between my legs I felt tingles inside me. Well, someone was awake. My lovely clit was hard and poking out of her hood. I decided to give her, and me, a little treat. I took the shower head off the wall and turned the setting to
Pulse
. I leaned back against the wall and opened my legs, aiming the jet on my clit and then reaching down with my free hand and sliding two fingers into my wet and warm pussy.
My body was alive with desire. For an idle moment I imagined that some other woman was there and it was her fingers in me, her directing the spray onto me. That pushed me over the edge and a wonderfully filling orgasm rushed out from my centre, down my legs and up through my tummy, hard nipples, arms and head. I didn't stop. One is never enough for me. As I came back down that feeling collided with the upswell of another orgasm approaching. I cried out, "Oh fuck, yes. Fuck. I'm going to..." and there it was, my second orgasm on the heels of the first one, this one was bigger and made my skin tingle all over. I slowly calmed down and steadied myself, sliding my fingers out and putting the showerhead back on the wall.
In normal circumstances I would have now dried and gone back into the bedroom to play some more but I was aware of my tight schedule. I needed to be in the library within the hour so, in a heightened state, I rinsed myself off, dried myself and headed back to my bedroom.
I sat at my dressing table and got out my hairdryer and brush, sorting out my long, wavy red locks so that I had a central parting with a fringe. I went to my lingerie drawer and decided that today I wanted to wear something special underneath. I picked out a pale cream push-up bra, matching cream thong, black suspender belt and sheer black stockings. Nobody else would know, of course, but I would and that would be my little secret that would keep me turned on all day, which would mean that when I got home in the evening my first orgasm would be spectacular.
I have two looks that I wear to work. They're both what you would call someone's archetypal image of a librarian. Always a cream blouse, which that morning I left unbuttoned so that my enhanced cleavage would be visible, and either an almost knee length black pencil skirt or a just above mid thigh black mini. Today I went for the first option. You may think it's a little old-fashioned of me to wear such a dated outfit but I just love the feeling and look and it makes me feel like I have an air of dignity and professionalism. On my days off I'm much more of a floral frock kind of girl. Also, I'm forty five. I'm allowed to be old-fashioned.
I finally added my three inch black heels. I sat down and did my makeup. Red lipstick, a little black mascara and a touch of pale green eyeshadow followed by a spray of Givenchy. I swapped my studs out for large, silver hoop earrings and finally stood in front of my dressing mirror. All in all I was pleased with the result. I felt both sexy and sophisticated. I picked up my red handbag, put it over my shoulder and headed out to the library, my feeling of anticipation still not abating, the tingles in my pussy very evident, my nipples were also slightly visible as bumps in my blouse.
I got to the library just before seven thirty and opened up. As Head Librarian at the University I was responsible for making sure it was open by eight. I went in and started my day.
Just after mid morning I was in my office doing some administration work when there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" I called out. The door opened and Emily, my wonderful and caring assistant, walked in. She's quite short, at just under five feet, but is always wonderfully elegant and, as always, wears the highest heels possible.Today she was in a mid thigh length, pale cream shift dress, her shoulder length brown hair in it's usual bob, her red framed spectacles finishing her look perfectly.
"Time for our coffee, Anna?"
"Oh yes. Definitely. Come on. Let's go."
We left Smantha in charge and went over the road to our favourite coffee shop and sat at the large window watching the world go by and catching up with each other's news. Emily's partner, June, is a wonderful woman and they both know that I'm gay so they keep trying to matchmake me, so far to no avail.
"You'll find Ms. Right soon, Anna. I know it."
I smiled. "Funny you should say that. I woke up with this strange feeling of anticipation this morning. I've been wondering what it's all about. Who knows? Maybe today's the day, Em."
She smiled in return. "You never know."
We finished our coffees and walked back over the road. As we went through the doors I saw a young woman who I'd never seen in the library before. She was beautiful. She had wonderfully dark, smooth skin, long, corkscrew black hair and deep dark eyes that you could just fall into. Add to this an elegant and cute nose and lips that looked so kissable it made me shudder inwardly. My inner warmth suddenly rose a couple of degrees. She was wearing a loose, dark green minidress and matching heels. She had a large, woven straw bag on a long strap over her shoulder. I noticed her long legs, her easy smile. I felt another rush in my pussy. I had to pull myself together.
I was quite pleased, therefore, when she came over to us and said, "Hi. I wonder if you could help me?"
Her accent sounded slightly strange. Her English was flawless but there was something in it that made me think
Scandinavian
.
"I can take this, Anna," Emily said, but there was no way I was going to let the opportunity to engage more with this woman pass.
"No, Em. You're alright. I've got this."
She gave me a curious, knowing smile and said, "Sure. Talk to you later," and walked off.
"Yes, madam, how may I help you?"
She giggled. "I'm not a
madam
. Please call me Sabrine." She pronounced it
Sa-breen-uh
. I would only find out how it was spelled much later.
I held out my hand and she took it in hers. Her touch sent little tingles through me. "And I'm Anna, Sabrine. Honoured to meet you. Now, what can I do for you?"
She looked around and said, in a slight whisper, "I've got a bit of an unusual request for some reference books. Is there somewhere private we can talk?"
Intrigued, I said, "Of course. We can use my office. Please follow me." I led her through the racks of books to the back behind the counter, where Samantha was dealing with a check in of a pile of books from a couple of students.
We got into my office and I closed the door.
I went behind my desk and indicated the chair opposite. "Please take a seat. So what is this unusual request, Sabrine?"
She bit her lip and said, "Um... it's a little... well... I'm doing postgraduate research on a certain aspect of the history of human sexuality, how it shaped different cultures and societies, and I wondered if you had any good reference material you could point me to. Academic papers, that sort of thing?"
I cocked my head. "Sabrine, you do know that the internet is quite a good resource?"