October 2021 (continued)

Lust At The Library (continued)

When I was home from college after my freshman year, I had one of the greatest and luckiest experiences of my life. There was nowhere to go in my town, so I ended up spending time at the library reading some adventure tale that took me away from the suburbs, preferably to some part of the South Seas, or the vast interior of Central Asia.

And then I heard about Richard Burton, the man who had travelled across Egypt, entered the region's holiest shrines, and translated the original "1001 Nights" into English. Now there was a rake. A man with sexual conquests on every continent! I wanted to know more about him, but didn't know where to begin. This being before the early days of the internet, I'd have to check at The Reference Desk.

Instead of the recently-graduated-from-college librarian who was usually at the desk, there was a beautiful, fully-grown, fifty-something woman –– with dark red hair that she wore pulled back. She was dressed in a crisp white blouse and short skirt, and even better, wore high heels and fishnet stockings. The sexiest woman I'd ever seen was directly in front of me.

"May I help you," she said.

I didn't know what to say. I just sort of stared.

"Is there a book I can help you find?" she asked. Seeing that I was having trouble taking her in, she added, "My name is Marie." All of it with a French accent that was absolutely devastating to my sense of control.

I babbled something about Richard Burton. She asked me to follow her. We went down the aisles together, books on either side of us, but the only thing that I was paying attention to were her long legs; and then above that her beautiful round ass as she wiggled from side to side without the slightest hesitation.

When we got to the biography section, she crouched down to pull a book out from the stack. I was able to look down her shirt and I saw two of the fullest, most luscious round breasts I had ever seen, just barely held in place inside a white lace bra. Her face, with it cheekbones and merry eyes, looked up at me. She smiled.

The hard-on that had been developing in my pants sprang fully to life. I tried to push it down, or to the side, but it was no use. She had seen it. She didn't seem embarrassed at all; she acted as if she expected it.

"It is very nice, what you have there," she said to me and smiled. She looked down the aisles to see if we were out of sight. I mumbled something about her being the cause of it.

"Why don't you take it out for a minute?

I was shocked. She had quickly move out of her high heels and was down on her knees in front of me. I leaned against the stack, opened my fly and unfurled my cock. At first she took it in one hand and gently pulled my balls out from my pants. Fortunately we were far in the back, around the corner. No one was nearby. She dove in.

She kissed and licked the shaft of my cock with her long wet tongue and covered my balls with her mouth, taking them inside and tenderly making them very wet and then licking them some more. She then went back to the shaft of my cock and began to drag her tongue up and down the length of it.

She leaned towards me, pressing her firm breasts against my thighs, the nipples cresting out of the top of her bra and in one long languid motion took the whole of my cock in her mouth, and held it there, her mouth pressing against it on all sides. She then began slow rhythmic motions up and down the shaft, back and forth, her head plunging onto my cock, taking it fully into her mouth, giving it kisses in between sucking it, her hands gripping the sides of my pants as she pulled me closer and sucked harder and harder on the shaft.

She acted like she had to have my love juice, like she was going to pull it out of me. She moved her hands around to my ass and pressed it closer to her, so that my whole pelvis was thrusting into her mouth, while she slowly dragged her lips up and down my cock like there was nothing else in the world. After what seemed like a very long time I couldn't hold out any longer and I erupted in a wild rush.

She stood up and we both straightened out our clothes and tried to go back to the front of the library without giving everything away.

I learned that Marie was 52 years old, born in Corsica and raised in Paris, a once-upon-a-time a student who had come to America as an au-pair girl and when that job ended had decided to stay on, falling back on her library skills for work.

The next day I came around ten in the morning. She was wearing a short pleated skirt with no stockings, high heels and a dark blouse. She quickly took me back to the same spot as yesterday. She undid the top buttons on her blouse, enough so I could get a glimpse of the two globes of her breasts. I put one hand up her skirt quickly and it seemed as if I went directly to her pussy, which was moist and warm. She wasn't wearing any underwear, which gave me a terrific hard-on. She led me to a back room and she deftly got things going again.

"Look at this," she said to me. She lifted up her skirt, and there surrounded by pale flesh, was a dark red bush. She turned around and showed me her ass, which was very full, like a moon at its largest, a round shape that just invited me more. She slowly started to gyrate it around and then asked me to come closer to her, to grab hold of it. I did, of course, and then she pushed me down onto my knees and pushing my head between her legs made me eat her out, madly licking her vulva and labia with my tongue.

She was leaning against a wall that had a mirror on it. When she pulled me up from the floor, I slipped inside her from behind and we were able to look at ourselves as we slowly fucked. We rocked and rocked for what seemed like an eternity, with her beautiful ass pushing into my crotch, grabbing hold of me and pulling my cock deeper inside her. My head was buried in her hair and I was holding on for dear life.

Marie and I became close friends, and even if I wasn't her only student, I was a good one. A few weeks later she let me visit her at her apartment, where I kept enjoying the lessons she was giving me and tried to learn as much as I could.

–– Jack in Chapel Hill