I have always enjoyed going to the library. It is a time for quiet reflection and recharging my batteries. In the library where I go, there are big soft couches and chairs where one can sit and read or use a laptop. I often do both. I like to bring my laptop because there is limited time you have to use the computers there and sometimes there is a long wait and there are usually a lot of school kids around, which can be quite annoying. I know I have my computer at home but occasionally I like a different venue to write my blogs and stories. It sometimes boosts my creativity and libido. I can get so horny while writing about the sexual things I do, especially if I am in a public place while I write. I can get very excited I have even been known to begin masturbating while accessing public Wi-Fi, completely bringing myself to climax. It can be difficult to be quiet while in the throws of an orgasm.
I was at the library, so deep in thought that I didnít notice the person who came and sat down in a chair that was near where I was positioned. I sometimes could be completely lost in my work for literally hours, oblivious to the world around me. I usually try not to stay too long at the library but that can be hard because it is so tranquil and relaxing there. I sat typing madly while the thoughts race through my head faster than my fingers could move. I enjoy it when it is thundering and lightning inside my head. I can hardly type fast enough when inspiration strikes. It must have been getting late but I didnít care.
I suddenly felt someoneís eyes on me. I had to stop and look around. The person who sat down near me had been peering over me reading what I was writing. I fumbled about trying to close my laptop. My face must have turned a deep crimson, as a librarian with the most beautiful, bright, blue eyes gazed at me. I didnít know what to say, I just sat there like a dope. I turned and set my laptop on the table and shifted in my seat so I was facing her. She told me that was some very interesting things I was writing about, as her eyes scanned me up and down slowly, lingering over my blouse. Her lips curled into a delicious smile, causing me to look down and to my dismay the top three buttons had loosened themselves, exposing most of my very large breasts, making it obvious that I was not wearing a bra. The fact that my nipples were hard and protruding through the thin, white, silk material didnít help my cause much either. What was wrong with me? I was completely dumbstruck. Her gazed shifted lower as she moistened her lips and raised an eyebrow. Wondering what she was noticing, I was forced to look down further.
I had gotten so excited that I unconsciously unbuttoned my jeans so I could rub up against my clit, pushing my lips away from the seam. I had a wet patch that was visibly darker and clearly wet. As I sat there all undone and so undeniably worked up into a sexual frenzy, I didnít quite know how I should have been feeling. Was I supposed to be ashamed or embarrassed? I do know that in those few moments of this encounter I had gotten more turned on than ever before, as this gorgeous librarian analyzed me and the situation. I could feel more of my juices trickling out between my lips seeping through the material, which made the moist patch appear a bit darker and larger on the front of my jeans. I found it hard to contain the gasp that was heaving in my bosom. The way she was looking at me was really turning me on. Women as a general personal rule donít turn me on but every once in a while it happens. When a woman fits the criteria of the things that I find aesthetically pleasing and if the scent that surrounds her is aromatic to me, I can get quite aroused.
She leaned forward and slipped her warm, soft hand into my blouse and gently caressed my right nipple. I tilted my head back and arched my back, inviting her in. She smiled and moved closer and whispered in my ear, that the library is now closed and she almost didnít see me sitting over here. She pushed her wrist down causing the rest of my buttons on my shirt to fall open. I could feel her warm breath on my ear as she continued to whisper, that it would have been bad if she hadnít seen me and locked the doors. She moved her face down my neck, gently touching me with her lips and tongue all the way to my left nipple. She paused, hovering over my breast for a moment; then she swiftly grabbed my hardened nipple between her teeth. I let out a massive groan.
She had long wavy brunette hair that was tickling my stomach while she sucked and nibbled on my breasts. I reached down to get her shirt open. My hands slipped under her bra. She reached back and unhooked it and her luscious tits fell into my hands. I pinched and rubbed her nipples franticly. I really wanted her.
We stood up and disrobed the rest of the way and I laid back down on the couch in the dimly lit library, completely naked. She pushed my legs apart and slid her fingers delicately over my clit spreading my lips apart. I felt her warm, wet tongue on my very moist pussy. She thrust her fingers deep inside me, rubbing my G-spot as she sucked on my clit. I squirted in her mouth and she wildly lapped up my juices. She slid up my body and kissed me, slipping her tongue in my mouth as our lips touched. I could taste my orgasm all over her mouth. She moaned as I groped her hard nipples. She then stood up while she held the back of my head with a fist full of my hair pulling my face into her crotch. I shoved my tongue into her shaved pussy, Licking and sucking her lips and clit. She let out a gasp and a groan as I pushed my fingers deep in her tight hole. She began grinding her hips and grunting in a rhythmic motion as she stood in front of me. I suddenly felt hot liquid dribble down my chin and into my mouth. She had a sweet, musky taste that was pleasingly aromatic.
We collapsed together on the couch, we were both breathless. She looked over at me and giggled, grinning, she asked me my name. I laughed and gave her my name and then she told me hers. We sat there for a little while, catching our breath. After we got our clothes back on, I gathered up my things. She walked with me out to the front doors where she stepped in real close and whispered how exciting that was. She slipped her phone number into my hand and softly kissed me one more time. I turned and walked down the steps and out into the cool, dark air, smiling.