The Librarian: Lust in the library

You had been coming regularly for over a month now. Every Tuesday and Thursday without fail, you would saunter through the doors. Striking to look at, with your six foot frame, solid muscles, thick black hair and piercing blue eyes. The kind of eyes that looked right through me, into my soul. Eyes that promised trouble, and you wanted it. I had felt an instant spark of attraction to you, which was no surprise. Any woman in the library at that time would follow you with their gaze while pretending to read the blurb on the book they were holding. Half of those books were upside down. I remember you squeezing past one woman, saying excuse me and placing your hand on the small of her back. I thought she was going to orgasm on the spot. Either that, or faint. She had blushed bright red and stammered, unable to form words. You had grinned, looking straight at me. I was hooked. Since that first night, you had starred in every one of my late night fantasies, when I was home alone. My hands would glide over my body as I imagined they were yours. Each time I would reach a shuddering climax that left me wanting more. Wanting you.

It was Thursday again, and at seven o’clock the auto doors slid open. I didn’t have to look up to know it was you. I could feel your presence, feel your gaze and I felt myself getting nervous. I had never managed much more than idle conversation with you, dropping a joke here and there. My natural shyness seemed to get so much worse with you. You would watch me as I scanned your books, amusement dancing in your eyes, and I always felt like a fool. Tonight I was determined to be different. I smiled and managed a casual hello as you dropped your books onto the counter. You shot me a warm smile and I melted. I watched out of the corner of my eye as you wandered into the shelves, admiring your fine ass.
‘Leah.’ My boss broke into my daydream before it had a chance to get too explicit. She handed me a piece of paper with a list of jobs on it, telling me she needed them done before I left for the night. I glanced at the clock and groaned inwardly. I had half an hour, and there was at least an hour of work on this list. Why hadn’t she given it to me an hour ago? She called goodbye, and I remembered that tonight was her night to leave early. I sighed, and was left to man the counter alone.

The last half hour flew by quickly, and it was soon time to close the doors. I took a quick look around and shut them, turning the lock. I lifted a panel in the wall and reached for the light switches, when I saw you step out from behind one of the shelves. I jumped and let out a sound of surprise, dropping the books I was holding. You looked up and smiled, walking towards me,
‘Sorry,’ you said, bending to pick up my books. ‘I didn’t realise you were closing. I thought I had a few more minutes.’
‘That’s ok. No problem at all,’ I stammered. ‘You startled me, is all. I can um, do you before I go if you like.’ I blushed when I realised what I had said. ‘That is, I can scan your books.’
‘I would like that very much,’ your smile widened, and I saw something in your eyes. You were enjoying teasing me. I wished the ground would swallow me up before I died from embarrassment. I kept my head down as I scanned your books, but I could feel your eyes on me. ‘I was wondering if you could help me find a specific book,’ you asked as I slid your pile across the counter.
I sat at the computer and looked up at you. “And what book would that be?’
You pulled a piece of paper from your pocket and handed it to me. I felt an electric shock shoot through me when your fingers touched my hand. Your touch lingered and I wondered if it was possible you could be flirting. I laughed at myself and mentally shook my head. Not possible. Someone like you would never go for me. I wasn’t an ugly duckling by any means, but I was no princess. At 5’3 I was fairly short, and by no means petite. My body was curvy, my butt round and my waist a little too big. My tummy was soft and a little round as well. I liked my body- most of the time. But I was no conventional beauty. Not by a long, long shot.

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