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Subject: {ASSM} The Librarian (3/?) (MF Mf Ff 1st humor cons lolita reluc bi het cheat group exhib voy oral anal solo pett preg) by DangerMouse 
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Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 21:10:05 -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 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'm sorry.  I should try to walk a little louder. 
The shoes I wear make hardly any noise on this carpet.
 So is there anything I can help you find?" I asked
again.

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.  I didn't know what her spouse would think as
my information about him 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.


DM


		
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