Elizabeth, a bored and sexually frustrated librarian working in a large inner city library begins to fantasize about one of the frequent visitors, Ava – another equally mature and beautiful woman. When Ava asks the librarian for help in finding a particular book in the adult/erotica section, their innocent flirting escalates to uncontrollable groping, and in the heat of the moment they retreat to one of the private reading rooms for some steamy fun.
EXCERPT:
The library foundation had recently decided to have a coffee shop installed on the ground floor in an attempt to lure new members in, and for the most part it worked a treat. A whole host of people started to sign up so they could read the library’s books whilst supping on a mocha or cappuccino, with more books being reserved for that purpose than being taken home. Some of the older staff thought it was sacrilege, but as a fellow coffee addict I welcomed the arrival of the cafe with open arms. It was at the coffee shop that I first encountered the delightful Ava – a busty and equally mature woman with whom I started to engage in an increasingly flirty series of exchanges. In my usual clumsy way, I had turned without looking where I was going and sent her freshly pressed cup of coffee soaring across the air and narrowly missing an elder gentleman sitting nearby. Of course I apologized immediately and offered to replace her drink, but she decided in her seemingly mischievous and playful way that she would instead buy her own and use the incident to taunt me whenever she pleased. I had never noticed her in the library before, but from that day onwards I could almost psychically detect her whenever she was within range of the building.
She would come in every few days, sometimes to read a steamy novel in the coffee shop, other times to look for periodicals and to find books about horticulture and floral decoration. Despite my pledge to suppress my innermost base desires, I found myself endlessly thinking about her and would often imagine that my fingers were her tongue as I touched myself at night. It didn’t help that whenever she spotted me she would wink or flash me her cute smile, which was guaranteed to turn my spine to jelly. A few times I even had to excuse myself from my duties to visit the bathroom so I could relieve the tension using my trusty pocket vibrator. It sounds silly that one person could have such an effect on me, but the English language is ill-equipped describe her beauty. She had long, shimmering auburn hair that reached down to the middle of her back and a bust that routinely looked like it was about to burst from the seams of her top. Her hourglass figure was the embodiment of womanhood and the curvature of her hips and ass made it impossible to draw my eyes away for even a second. I wanted her so badly and I was fairly certain from the sly glances she kept shooting at me that she was interested too. However, apart from that one time in the coffee shop, she never spoke a single word to me. That was until one day when, much to my surprise she appeared at the help desk in front of me.
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