I am Anna, a 24-year-old suburban librarian. I have blue eyes and one of those innocent faces, with an easy smile. My hair is long and red; I usually curl and then pile it up for a professional look at work. The rest of the time I love to feel it on my back and shoulders. I have to dress conservatively for the job, low heels naturally, with a skirt and silk blouse -- nothing too showy.
I actually don't mind the dress code. It's important to me to be treated like a lady in public, but I have private fantasies too. So to salute my naughty side, I wear lace panties and bras, or silk teddies and garters under all that career wear. On my left hip, I have one tiny tattoo - a red heart on a scrolling vine. It probably sounds wicked, but I LOVE the idea of being somebody's fantasy lady, just waiting to be unwrapped.
I work with kids all day. By the time I get off work I'm dying for some adult action, but I'm a little reluctant to make the first move. It's a rare man who sees past my professional image and asks me out. One such was unforgettable. He was a new patron about 2 years ago, an older man who would come in for job-related research about once a week. He was definitely hot, tall with dark hair, a touch of gray at his temples, blue eyes and a voice to die for. It was rich and mellow, downright hypnotizing. He always smelled great and had a nice smile. I knew from assisting him on several occasions that his name was Jack. He was a guy with that "indefinable something" which turns heads without even trying. I thought it was sweet that he seemed unaware of it.
When I was checking out his materials (professionally speaking of course) we usually chatted a bit. One day while doing so, I blurted out, "I can't wait to get home and get out of these work clothes!" I don't know what possessed me. The look of pleasant surprise on his face had me trying to recover my dignity rather quickly. "In this heat, I'm sure you feel that way about your tie, right?" We laughed, and there was a bit of good-natured teasing. As he walked out the door I caught myself wondering what he'd look like out of that suit and tie. I walked along the glass wall toward my office, watching him as he walked to his car. I felt my nipples harden as I watched, crossed my arms over my chest, and rubbed my own arms. I allowed myself a bit of fantasy about what his touch would feel like, and I felt the juices flowing already. He looked up, and I waved and hurried away to grab my purse and lock up.
Closing my purse as I left the building to start the walk home, I was surprised to see his car still sitting there empty, with handsome Jack leaning on the curbside door, nearest me. He gave me a devastating smile and asked if I'd take pity on a lonely bachelor, and join him for dinner. My lucky night! I hesitated only long enough to think, "Thank you God," and off we went in his car.
Dinner was interesting, and Jack was charming and fun, but it was his touch that set me on fire. I'd had a few dates with guys my own age, but their undisguised lust and poorly hidden gropes did not compare with what happened to me every time Jack touched me. He was a master of seduction. His warm touch was on my back as we entered the restaurant. His hands slid up my arms to rest on my shoulders a bit when he pushed in my chair. His knuckles brushed my cheek when he tucked an errant lock of curls behind my ear.
Every time it was like an electrical charge running all the way to my pussy. By the time he took me home the juices were already flowing so heavily that my panties were damp! The kiss on the dark porch was torture, slow and teasing, barely brushing my lips at first. I found myself leaning into him wanting more, LOTS more. He licked at the seam of my lips, then pressed slowly in and retreated a bit.
Every move seemed to tease me, before he drew back a fraction to make me seek more. Gentle pressure on my back held me close to his warmth. On my stomach I could feel the shape of his semi-hard cock pressed against me, through the fabric of my skirt. I pressed against him harder, wanting it. He broke the kiss slowly, and as we stepped apart I traced my hand down his chest, over his stomach ... and brushed the front of his pants
All I could say was a whispered, "Wow, you're some kisser, Jack!" I was so excited I started to shiver. I slid into his arms again and he hugged me close, dropped a soft kiss on my neck, and then held me back to look in my eyes. I was ready to beg, and all he said was, "Do you trust me?" I couldn't seem to find my voice, so I just nodded yes.
He took the keys from my hand and opened the door, following me inside. I'd left low lights on in the living room, but that's not where he took me. Just inside the door he glanced down the hallway, then took my hand and found his way to my bedroom. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen on a first date, but I was so hot for him I'd probably have done it on the porch!
The light shed by the hallway fixture was just enough to make it romantic. In short order Jack was kissing my neck and removing the clip from my hair. He gently ran his fingers through it and settled it behind me, while I worked on the buttons of his shirt. Between hungry kisses we spirited pieces of clothing from each other, until all that remained were my black lace panties and the matching demi-cup bra.
My excited hands trembled as they roamed the flat planes of his chest, down over his stomach, and back up over his nipples. Jack wasn't the kind of guy who works out at the gym, but this was better. He was warm and real, looking at me like I was a beauty. Jack knew how to make a lady feel cherished.
He traced the upper edge of my bra, then eased the straps down and lowered the cups under my breasts. The result was totally awesome, my breasts felt like they were being offered up on a platter. Jack only paused a short time to enjoy the view, and then devoured me like a starving man at a banquet. His magic mouth was nibbling, licking, and sucking each taut nipple, as his hands held me at the waist. He was driving me wild, and my thoughts were somewhere between "Oh-don't-stop!" and "Fuck-me-now-please!"
