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Subject: {ASSM} The Librarian (2/?) (MF, oral, cheat) by DangerMouse 
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Date: Wed,  3 Aug 2005 15:10:05 -0400
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Have you looked under "O"

   One quiet afternoon while I was working at the reference desk a woman
came up the stairs and made an immediate turn for our circulating
nonfiction section.  I happened to be alone at the desk at the time as my
assigned co-worker was off working on one of the small research projects
that we are tasked with from time to time.  I just happened to see her out
of the corner of my eye.  She caught my attention not by the way she
looked, so much, but how she was acting.  She seemed nervous.  She "had her
head on a swivel" as one of my football coaches used to say.

   Needless to say, in this time of heightened security awareness and all,
her behavior caught my attention.  I rose from the desk and quietly
followed her down the aisle between the shelves.  She made a turned into
the stacks at about Dewey number 220.  This happens to be the section on
religions.  This, apparently, was not what she wanted.  She continued on.

   Naturally, as a male of the species, I could not resist the opportunity
to evaluate her body.  She was probably mid thirties.  Medium length blond
hair pulled up into a pony tail.  It being summer at the time, she was
wearing a pair of white denim shorts and a short sleeved tee shirt, I think
they call them a "baby tee", in pale pink.  As in most people, her legs
extended from the bottom of her shorts to her shoes.  They were
exceptional. Nicely tanned, smooth and well toned.  On her feed were a
simple pair of leather sandals exposing obviously well cared for feet and
well pedicured toenails.

   Her top half was no less intriguing.  Breasts of average size nicely
stretched the front of her shirt.  I would guess about a nice "B" cup. 
Faint ridges in the fabric showed that she was definitely wearing a bra.

   Her face was what one would describe as "pretty".  She probably would
not have made it as a supermodel or anything, but she was definitely above
average.  She wore a minimum of makeup; just enough to show that she cared
about what she looked like.

   I continued surreptitiously following her around the shelves.  Her next
stop was the 420's.  If you go to your library and look there, you will
find the dictionaries.  By this time, it was fairly obvious that she wasn't
up to anything more threatening than looking for something to read.  It was
also obvious that it was something specific.  I was tempted to return to
the desk to let her go about her mission, but I can't resist the
opportunity to talk to a beautiful woman.  After all, it is my job.

   I doubled back down one of the aisles to the main aisle so she wouldn't
know I was watching her.  As I turned down the aisle with the dictionaries
again I called to her, "Is there anything I can help you find?"

   She stiffened.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to startle you" I said.

   She forced herself to exhale and flashed a brief smile as she looked
into my eyes.  "Oh, it's okay.  I just didn't hear you coming."

   I asked again, "So is there anything I can help you find?"

   She hesitated.  I could tell she was on a mission.  She definitely had
something specific in mind, but couldn't decide about asking for help.

   "Is there maybe a specific subject I can guide you to?" I prompted.

   After another brief hesitation, "It is a little embarrassing" she
admitted.

   People get embarrassed by many different subjects, so I tried to get a
little more information.  "Is it maybe a medical or legal problem?"

   "Not quite medical," she offered "more personal."

   "Oh, so maybe some sort of self-help type title will be what you are
looking for." I suggested.

   She looked at me for a second and then giggled.

   This was going nowhere fast.  I offered to show her how to use our
online catalog.

   She sighed, apparently resigning herself to the fact that I wasn't
leaving until she had a book in her hands.  "I've never had an orgasm" she
whispered.

   This, of course, caught me a bit off guard.  I don't believe I've ever
heard a woman say that word before.  It was then that I realized why my
suggestion of "self help" books struck her as funny.  Unfortunately, the
first thing out of my mouth was, "I'm sorry." D'oh!

   She giggled again.  "I'm pretty sure it's not your fault," she offered,
letting me off the hook for the meaningless apology.  She seemed to relax a
little bit now that the cat was out of the bag.

   "It's not that I haven't tried," she continued, "the "self help"
approach just doesn't seem to work for me."

   "I see.  Let me take you to a section that may have something to help."
I indicated that she should follow me and lead her to the 613.95 section.

   She looked at a few of the titles hopefully.  Her eyes immediately
caught the Kama Sutra.  She reached for it tentatively and pulled it off
the shelf.  "My husband tries, but I never seem to get there."

   I glanced down and noticed the gold band on her left hand.

   "Forgive me for asking this," she continued, "does your wife have them?"
She, of course, had already done the wedding ring assessment.

   "Er..., Um..." I offered helpfully before my brain re-engaged.  "Yes.  I
would have to say that she does."

   The book in her hand fell open to an illustration of a man performing
oral sex on a woman.  Her eyes widened briefly.  "What is that?"

   "That is commonly called oral sex, or perhaps cunnilingus" I stated as
flatly as possible.

   "We've never tried anything like that.  Is that something you do with
your wife?"

   Frantically searching my brain for any admonitions from my wife not to
reveal any details about our sex life to complete strangers, and not
finding anything specific, I offered, "Yes, we do."

   "Hmmmm," she continued, "does she like it?"

   In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess, "Yes, I can say without any
doubts that she does."

   She read through the caption of the image, then the accompanying text
that described the procedure at hand.  It was about this time I was
starting to notice a rather uncomfortable straining of the front of my
pants.  I turned to pretend to look at another title and proceeded to
adjust the angle of my growing erection.  It was becoming increasingly
obvious that she was having some issues herself.  Her nipples were starting
to become visible straining against the combined fabric of her bra and tee
shirt.  She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, her thighs rubbing
against each other as she did.

   A look of disappointment crossed her face.  "I'm not sure if my husband
will do this, it is hard to get him to try new things sometimes.  I think
he might be embarrassed that he is having trouble satisfying me and is
worried that no matter what he tries, it will fail.  Besides, I don't know
how it is supposed to feel, anyway.  I wouldn't know how to tell him what
to do."

   "That could be a problem," I said after I could gather my voice, "I
guess between trial and error and some adult videos, we must have
eventually figured it out."

   Suddenly, her breathing became a bit heavier.  I don't think I've ever
heard an idea cross a persons mind before, but I'm pretty sure one did
there.  She turned her body fully toward me and looked into my eyes. 
"Perhaps I need somebody more experienced to show me the way."

   Fortunately, the CPR books are at 616.025, and I was able to restart my
recently stopped heart.  Was she asking me to go down on her?  If she was,
how can I be sure?

   My eyes remained locked with hers.  She took a small step toward me,
placed the book upon the shelf next to us, and removed any doubt I had
about her intentions by taking both of my hands in hers.

   Some strange things flashed through my mind at that instant.  Benjamin
Franklin opened the first lending library in the United States in 1731. 
The library that I work as opened about 100 years ago.  Our current library
director is of the newer breed of government employee that at least
preaches "customer service." I'm pretty sure that none of these parties
would include a male librarian putting his head between the legs of a
female patron as one of the services that even a full service library is
expected to offer.  Then there was the fact that we were both married.  My
information about her spouse was limited to one or two facts.  I was pretty
sure what my wife would think about the situation.

   All of that took about two seconds.  She erased those thoughts entirely
by stepping forward and pressed her lips to mine.  Her scent was
intoxicating.  She took my hands and guided them around her back, pulling
me against her.  I could feel her breasts press against me and feel the
rise and fall of her breath.  Her tongue slipped out and touched against my
lips, they parted to allow her to enter my mouth.  Her need was
overpowering and it felt as if she were trying to devour me.

   It was becoming increasingly obvious she was going to get what she
wanted.  She was not unaware of my now rampant erection pressing against
her stomach through our clothes.

   I pulled slightly away from her.  First and foremost to catch my breath,
but also I needed my brain for a minute more.  There were some logistics to
think about.  At the present time, I was standing in the middle of the
600's with my arms wrapped around a rather beautiful stranger.  There was a
large lump in the front of my pants.  There wasn't anyone around at the
moment, but that could change quickly.  I removed my arms from her waist
and took her hand.  There was a staff room two shelves away that I was
pretty sure was unoccupied right now.  I would have about 10 minutes or so
that I could be gone without it being too unusual.

   I unlocked the door and she pushed me in.  The door closed behind us and
we moved together away from the door and, more importantly, the window in
the door.  In the back corner of the room she turned to face me.  She
looked into my eyes for a second longer and then reached to unfasten her
shorts.  She pushed them down her long tan legs, stepped out of them and
stood upright again.  She was wearing a very brief pair of panties, the cut
of which exposed her leg to her hip.

   She took the bottom of her tee shirt and started to pull it over her
head.  I moved to stop her.  She got a very worried look on her face.  I
smiled, hopefully reassuringly.

   "It pains me to stop you, but I don't have the time to spend on your
breasts that they deserve" I said as I slid my hands down to her now bare
hips.

   She relaxed and gave me a bit of a sheepish smile.  I moved to kiss her
again and slid my hands around to cup her ass and pull her against me.  My
hands were met by nothing but smooth flesh.  The brief panties were
actually a thong.  As strange as it may seem, I had never seen a thong in
its natural habitat before, my wife doesn't own any.  I'll have to
investigate that further sometime.

   I kissed my way down her neck just a bit and then dropped to my knees in
front of her.  I reached forward and hooked my thumbs on the sides of her
panties and slowly slid them down her legs.

   I feasted my eyes on the honey blond triangle of well groomed hair
between her legs.  As I slid her panties past her knees I leaned in to bury
my face between her legs.  She smelled very clean, but there was a definite
scent of arousal as well.  I moved back just a bit to give her a little
room to step out of her panties before resuming my assault.

   She leaned back on the desk in the corner of the room.  That allowed her
to open her legs some and exposed her pussy to me for the first time.  Her
arousal was obvious and her pussy glistened with the moisture.  I moved
between her legs and gently kissed in the patch of hair above her clit.  A
small moan escaped her lips as she rotated her hips to try to get her pussy
in my mouth.  I wasn't going to give her that satisfaction just yet.

   She lifted her ass up on the edge of the desk and laid back.  This
allowed her to completely open herself to me.  I kissed around her clit a
few times, down one side of her slit and across the opening to her pussy.
Then back up the other side to her clit.

   I touched it for the first time with the tip of my tongue.  She jumped
as if a spark had passed between us and a gasp escaped her lips.  She was
incredibly sensitive, so I was as gentle as I could be at first.  Starting
with just the tip of my tongue I gently circled her clit.  Her hips rolled
and tried to chase my mouth to get more contact.  She rested her legs on my
shoulders.  She wove her fingers into my hair and pulled my mouth against
her pussy.  A moan came from deep within her and escaped her lips with a
tremendous energy, but thankfully not a lot of volume.

   "Oh, my god!" she gasped.  "I've never felt anything like this.  Don't
you dare stop."

   I had suspected her previous inability to have an orgasm would make my
job somewhat of a challenge.  I was wrong.

   After only two or three minutes of gently working her with my tongue she
pulled my mouth hard against her pussy and grunted.  All of the muscles in
her body tensed as her orgasm washed over her.

   I looked up over her belly and breasts to her face.  Her eyes were
squeezed shut and her face was bright red.  After a few seconds, she was
able to draw a gasping breath.  I had stopped licking her, but I kept a bit
of pressure on her pussy with my tongue.

   She let loose another quiet moan and a few unintelligible words before
her legs clamped to the sides of my head and her hip thrust off the desk. A
small burst of fresh juice gushed into her pussy and down my chin.

   It lasted about 30 or 45 seconds before she was able to relax.  She
pulled my head away from her pussy and sat up on the desk.  Pulling me
close, she kissed me deeply again.  Her eyes were a little red and watery,
and had a dreamy, far away look in them.  I took it to mean that her
mission had been accomplished.  I pulled her against me and she nuzzled
against my neck.

   It took a few moments for her to regain her composure.  Her eyes were
apparently able to focus on me again.  She slid down of the desk.

   "I can't believe I did that!" she exclaimed with an increasingly radiant
smile on her face.

   "YOU can't believe it?  I'm at work!  I would definitely lose my job if
anybody ever found out about this!" Worry was beginning to cloud my mind. I
was standing in the staff room with a woman that was exactly half naked. 
The smell of sex hung in the air and her pussy juice was covering my face.

   She grabbed both my arms and shook me a bit to get my attention.

   "Relax," she said soothingly, "nobody is going to find out."

   We quickly cleaned up as best we could with the tissues we had
available. I watched her pull on her panties and shorts, wishing I had more
time to spend with her.  Before we left, she pulled me against her and
kissed me deeply.  Her tongue again invaded my mouth.  We held each other
briefly.

   "I don't know how I can ever repay you" she said as we embraced.

   "You don't need too" I said truthfully.  "In fact, we should probably
not see each other again and pretend that this never happened."

   "We'll just see about that" she said with another smile.

   With that she turned and walked through the door.

   "Wait a minute I don't even know your name!" I called, quietly (this is
a library after all).

   "Lisa" she replied, looking over her shoulder.

   She continued down the aisle.  She stopped.  Returned to where she had
left the Kama Sutra and picked it up.  "I might just need this" she said
with a wink as she turned again toward the stairs, stepping aside to let
our page, Emilee, past with a cart of books.

   I let my eyes linger on her legs and ass as she walked away.  I didn't
know if I ever wanted to see her again.  Consciously, of course, I knew it
would be far safer if this were the end of it.  Unfortunately, lust knows
nothing of safety.  If it did, I wouldn't be in this situation to begin
with.

   Speaking of situations, I have to go home to my wife soon.  I'm sure
glad I keep a toothbrush in my desk.

   ***** This story is also available at StoriesOnline.net
http://storiesonline.net/auth/DangerMouse

   Please feel free to contact me at: dangermouseesq*at*yahoo.com (replace
*at* with @ of course) *****



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