The Librarian — Dev Bashir

He’d watched her for days before summoning the courage to ask her name. She was older than him by around 10 years, but he was enraptured by her elegance and grace. When she entered the room he would find his chest tighten and his heart pound. At first the banter was polite and restrained. Then one day she’d brushed against him in the tight confines of the records room, it was then he realised how tall she was, and how soft her skin felt. Her scent was intoxicating, and for the briefest moment felt entirely lost in her . Soon the banter picked up and the touching more regular.

That day he’d entered the building and she was nowhere to be seen, disappointment pulled at him from every sense and as he turned to leave he caught sight of her enter one of side offices. Almost sensing his presence she turned towards him, smiled and beckoned him over. Giddy with excitement, his manhood already feeling heavy in his combat trousers he tried his best not to be seen rushing. As he entered the room she walked behind him and shut the door, the lock automatically engaging. Without saying a word she spun him round, gripping him by the front of his smock and pulling him sharply towards her. He felt the softness of her breasts pushing into his chest, her face so close he found it difficult to focus on her features. She closed her eyes and her lips, soft and full, and in contrast to her urgent nedd for him, gently touched his, her tongue gently probing inwards.

Reciprocating, his tongue darted in a frenzied dance with hers. Still kissing her, she pulled her body away and worked at the buttons of her blouse, whilst her tore at the buttons of his smock. Grabbing one of his hands she placed it upon a firm breast. He automatically tweaked the nipple which grew hard and pert as he did so. He felt her hand rub against his groin, the confines of his trousers making his erection uncomfortable. As she rubbed he felt as though he would cum there and then sensing this she removed her hand and started to work at freeing his stable belt, struggling with the old school buckles, and breaking free from his mouth to look downwards and curse.

She tugged at the belt and simultaneously pushed him against a wall, as he did so she pulled sharply on his trousers and boxers to free his fully erect member. Already a small spot of semen had leaked out of the tip. Without a word she fell to her knees and took him in her warm mouth, gently sucking the swollen head. Her finger tips gently stroking his testicles. He stared down at her head, and ran his hands through her soft hair, guiding her backwards and forwards. As quickly as she started she pulled away, hitched up her skirt and pulled down her delicate pink French knickers. She stepped out of them and turning her back to him bent down. The roles were reversed, and spreading her buttocks apart he now lapped eagerly at her moist butterfly. She reached forwards and steadied her herself against the edge of the solitary desk in the room. As he hungrily lick her juices he slid a finger into her; the warmth and moisture of her sex arousing him further. She gasped and threw her head back, breath coming in gentle pants.

She pushed him back with her buttocks and swung herself onto the desktop to face him. Her legs wide open, her womanhood moist and inviting, the smell of her sex intoxicating. Her pubic hairs matted with a combination of the juices that flowed freely from within her and where, in his urgency to taste her sex, his tongue had missed her now clearly erect clitoris and instead caught the area of soft flesh above.

Her pale pink lipstick was smeared around her mouth, the glow of excitment framed on her high cheek bones, her deep hazel eye ablaze with lust. In his urgency to be one with her he almost fell upon her. Catching him she guided his stiff member into her moist passage with her hand. Her breasts, still restrained by her bra moved up and down in sympathy to his thrusts. She put her hands behind her and leaning back groaned in pleasure, her piercing eyes starrting into his, wanting him, needing him in her.

Her sex was warm and comforting, after a few moments she pushed him away once more and slid off the table. For a brief moment disappointment flooded him, but she hjopped off the table and turnign round pushed her bttocks towards him, spreading her long, soft legs apart and urged him to enter her from behind.

As he did so she placed a hand underneath her sex and forming a V shape with two fingers pinched his swollen shaft as if holding a cigar. This combined with the lust and thrust of their lovemaking only sought to arouse him further. Just when he felt he was about to release she stood rapidly up and he fell out of her, she dropped to her knees quickly took him in her mouth and flicked his swollen head with her tongue, enjoying her own taste with the sdmall amount of cum that he had already released.

He shook as the intensity of the coming orgasm took hold of him. Within seconds he felt the warmth of orgasm burst from the tip of his manhood and into her waiting mouth. He felt her swallow, and still she sucked. Happy no more love would come from him. She stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Within moments she was dressed again. She looked at him, smiled and waited whilst he adjusted his dress before unlocking the door and returning to her tasks.

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Dev Bashir is a UK based writer of erotica. In Dev’s words: “I believe Erotica must be stimulating, romantic, exciting, and positively charged. It should never portray the beauty of emotional and physical love making in a negative, aggressive or violent manner where emotional or physical harm is caused. I sincerely hope my writing does my sentiments justice.”