The Librarian

The Librarian by Jonathan Phillips

You are a librarian…

You look up from your desk and there he is…the man of your secret fantasies.

As always, you feel your stomach lurch as you stare into his eyes, your heartbeat quickens and that deep, pulsing sensation between your legs presents itself.

Somehow you knew he would come in today and although it terrified you to think of it, you had already decided that today would be the day. You had worn a tiny, pleated skirt that had caused your co-workers to raise their eyebrows, but you didn't care, it was for him and for him alone.

He smiles down at you and you feel your heart skip and your nipples swell hot and sore beneath your blouse. He has some ridiculous research request and you feel your cheeks flush and your pussy tingle as you realise you will have to take him down to ‘local archives’ in order to find the reports he is looking for.

You stand up and catch his eyes slowly tracing across your body, taking in the smooth, naked flesh of your thighs. You tell your colleague that the gentleman needs some help downstairs and that you will be away from the desk for a short while. She simply grins at you and replies that you should take your time.

With as relaxed a tone as you can summon, you ask him to follow you and make small talk as you set off downstairs. You are aware that he is walking just a little behind you and wonder if it is so that he can take in your beautiful body as you walk, your naked legs and your round behind barely concealed beneath the tiny skirt.

You are very good at your job and you know precisely where to find what he is looking for, but it may take a little locating once you have reached the appropriate shelf.

You guide him to the bookshelf and tell him that it should only take a minute or two to find his reports. He says that this is no problem at all and that he will stand back and enjoy watching you at your work. Again you feel that tiny thrill between your legs and again your nipples tighten further.

You search the shelves diligently as you try to compose yourself. You know exactly where to look, but want to take your time, want to show him what could be his if only he dares to take it.

Standing up on tiptoes, you reach for the top shelf, aware that your indecently short skirt has risen a little and that he will so easily be able to see the curve of your bottom if he chooses to look. You are wearing heels today, accentuating your beautiful legs, but highly unsuitable for a librarian.

As you stretch tall you lose your balance, but suddenly - as you feel yourself begin to topple - you become aware of strong hands taking you by the waist and steadying you. You set your feet down once more, but he does not move from behind you. He offers to take the file he could see you reaching for and extends an arm. His body presses tightly against your own, his hot, moist breath teases at the back of your neck. You feel his hard cock pressing against the soft flesh of your bottom. You shut your eyes tight and draw in his aroma. Somehow his scent is exactly as you imagined it would be, clean, fresh and undeniably masculine.

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