My first submission to Lit was such a great experience, I decided to try again. I hope you enjoy Anna's second story even more than the first.
Tuesday morning I took special care in getting ready for work; knowing it was Jacks usual day to frequent the library. I'd spent the night (like most others that week) dreaming of Jack's sweet seduction and our "date" last week. Scanning the conservative work clothes in my closet I finally settled on the form-fitting black skirt and the soft red sweater. I was so nervous; it took me several tries just to get the seams straight on the backs of my stockings. The morning seemed to take forever to pass and after lunch I'd stood at my office window, lost in fantasies of Jack.
I'd had a fascination for Jack since the first time I'd helped him get started on his research project for work. He was about 25 years older than me, in his late 50's or maybe more. Older men tend to catch my attention, for the simple fact that they seem comfortable with who they are, and easier to talk with. I'd fallen first for his terrific smile, and the laugh lines that creased his handsome face. Jack's blue eyes were kind, and he had a rich mellow voice. He was a quiet guy, but friendly, and didn't seem to even notice the fact that women tend to watch him. Something about that made him even more adorable to me. It led to my dropping flirty hints in my own shy way. Finally, Jack had taken me to dinner
As a date, Jack was sweet and attentive but not smothering. He was patient, but so powerfully seductive that I could not resist the chemistry between us. We'd ended up making out on my porch, and I was so totally lost in what we were doing, that it's a good thing Jack moved us indoors. The hot sex that followed was something I'd been thinking of all week, as well as the veiled hint he'd left me with. He'd made some quip about restraining me next time, and pleasing me in ways I had yet to experience. Needless to say I was definitely looking forward to him showing up at the library again.
Just as I found my body beginning to respond to the memories alone, Jack's car pulled up to the curb in front of the library. Goosebumps contracted my nipples, and I felt the beginning of a wonderful lower ache. Affecting a casual air, I watched as he set his brief case on one of the tables. I flashed him a quick smile and strode past, supposedly to shelve some books. Though I didn't really need to, I used the ladder; hoping he'd notice the stockings I'd worn that day just for him.
Jack glanced up from his work to see what I was doing, and seemed mildly concerned that I might fall off the ladder in my strappy high heels. What he saw seemed to mesmerize him. I covertly watched his gaze fix on black bows at the backs of my shoes, then wander to the tiny black hearts which marched up the back of my stockings to disappear under the hem of my skirt. He cleared his throat, pried his gaze from my hemline and greeted me with a guilty smile, "Anna -- pretty as always." I felt a wicked delight in seeing him struggle for composure.
I smiled and walked to his table. "Why thank you Jack, and you're looking pretty fine yourself. You need anything?" I could always hope he'd say "Only you, right now".
Instead, he watched my hand stroking the table. I was filled with erotic thoughts of that hand on private places - places such as Jack's cock, hard as the table but covered in velvety skin. "Well actually, I'm all set for now," he said. "I've still got a pile of last week's stuff to sort though." I don't think he even realized he was stroking the buttons on his briefcase with his thumb. They were about the size of my nipples, and the mental comparison was making me crazy. Goosebumps slid up my spine; my nipple erections went up another notch, just watching him.
"Let me know if you change your mind," I blushed, and back up the ladder I went to grab another useless pile of books. For the next 2 hours I worked on shelving the day's books and saved a few bottom-shelf items for last. Every time I found my gaze straying to Jack, he was smiling at me. That slow sexy grin was almost too much to bear. Would closing time ever come? I strode down the aisle and squatted daintily on my tiptoes to place books on the bottom shelf. Determined to give him something to think about, I paused there just long enough to put on a little show, just for Jack.
I watched him from the corner of my eye as I bent down and oh-so-slowly smoothed my stockings and adjusted the garters. Thank goodness I was wearing my red sweater with the revealing neckline. I hoped he was getting an eyeful and maybe the start of a raging hardon. I really hoped he was planning revenge. I made sure to smooth my black skirt over my hips and make playful eye contact as I licked my lips. Jack's mouth hung open for a fraction of a second before he shifted in his seat and rearranged his work area.
Near closing time, Jack packed up his research and headed for the front counter. The library lights were flickering out in every other aisle, as a last call for checkout was made on the intercom. He leaned over the edge of the counter to peek into my office and saw me standing at my desk with my back to him. Spritzing on a bit of perfume, I pulled the clip from my hair, then grabbed my purse and coat as I headed to the counter. I quickly scanned his card and the books, then shut down the computer and reached for my stuff to leave. We were the last two people in the building. I figured there would be an awkward moment of hopeful anticipation, but didn't even have time to finish that thought.
Jack smiled as he reached for my hand, and planted a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist. "So, did you think I wouldn't notice the fire burning in your eyes, and the way you teased me all afternoon?" He edged around the counter, pulled me closer and nuzzled my hair. He smelled great, and felt like a slice of pure heaven as he hugged me close. I could feel the warmth of his chest through his thin dress shirt, my breasts crushed against him. This was what I'd dreamed of all week. He kissed me, gently at first ...then deeper, with barely restrained passion. His tongue mated with mine, mock strokes of what I wanted him to do elsewhere. I loved the way he kissed: always teasing, waiting for my response, and pulling back a bit to make me want more. My hands clung desperately to his back, and my breath was coming quicker already. Every stroke of his tongue was slow, and I wanted to feel it lower -- much lower. Just the thought of him licking my pussy was enough to dampen my panties!
Jack held me close and whispered into my hair, "Let me take you home? I want to taste all of you!" I could feel the length of his cock against my stomach, sending a mental picture I could remember in amazing detail.
