The Naughty Librarian

The last week of August caught Nicolette by surprise. After a couple of hot months making inventories and completing shelf reads, she was happy to have a slow day at the library. Her ample décolletage — covered in sweat — was letting her know the dog days were not over yet.

Nicolette was a hot blonde who loved to read (what a cliché, I know) and who thought that dust floating in that particular light of a sunny afternoon was poetic. And although she looked forward to the hoards of college students that were going to invade the premises the following week, Nico was relishing the last few quiet days. In fact, she could finally finish reading that romance novel she’d started ages ago.

After all, she would get off in an hour and it was only her and Aiden left on their floor — and he wouldn’t dare tell on her reading during work. (Especially after she caught him doing that thing.) So she picked up her copy of Kitt’s “A Baumgartner Reunion” from her purse and leaned over the desk with eyes wide in anticipation.

The soft rustling of pages from somewhere behind many book stacks provided the perfect background noise for Nicolette’s immersion in the world of her book. She had forgotten what a provocative read it was, especially since the protagonist was just about to get some.

After another 15 minutes of descriptions of different body parts grinding together in lust, Nicolette’s panties were hella wet. Her body was awake, a feeling she didn’t want to lose. So she began squeezing her thighs together and contracting her sexed-up pussy in the most blissful rhythm.

The imagery of the climaxing moments in the book together with her naughty, yet concealed, workout were sending rushes of a different kind of heat through her wanting body. The sensations seemed to travel through the soles of her feet right up her legs and spread like a folding fan at the iliac crest.

That’s when the irrational idea of sneaking in the backroom to finish the job budded in her mind. She’d be quiet, she told herself. Hell, she’d even lock the door.

Aidan was still slaving away at reshelving (with his earphones in, no less) and even looking through some of the books from time to time. It looked like the Gods of Naughty Deeds at Work were smiling at her.

“She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together,” Nicolette kept on reading, holding the book with only one hand. The other opened up her blouse and began petting her breasts, which were soon freed and left to dangle over the lacy bra.

With a quickening breath, she finally sent her fingers down, all the way. With her wet panties pushed aside under her dress, she applied tiny flicks to her bud. A long moan escaped her juicy lips as she tilted her head back. In the ecstasy of the moment, she smeared some of her wetness on her breasts and licked her fingers.

Relishing in her sweet and salty taste and relentlessly rubbing her pink pearl, Nicolette was approaching her sweet release. At that very moment, the door opened. Through the vortex of sensations — euphoria and shock — she realized she forgot to lock it.

Aidan’s jaw dropped when he found her like that — breasts exposed and fingers deep in her pussy. She stopped, but she was edging…so she let out a moan.

“OMFG…” he said, quickly closing the door behind him.

Nicolette and Aidan just stood there in silence, eyes locked in a stalemate. When she burst into laughter, he didn’t know what to believe. But he did relax. Hell, he even wanted to have her. Right then and there.

“Now you caught me doing a thing,” she said.

“I’d say this is a tad worse than me watching porn on my phone during work.”

“I’m a bit more hands-on, I guess,” she purred while waving him over. “Take ’em off.”

To her surprise, he listened. Who knew Aidan could be so docile? He unbuckled slowly, unzipped, and let his jeans drop to the floor. His bulge looked like a cotton cocoon ready to become a butterfly. When it sprang out of its confines, Nico’s mouth started watering. Her sexual instincts prompted her to open her mouth wide and let her tongue out obscenely, inviting in his brown, marble-looking penis.

Gently at first, furiously soon after, she sucked on it with gusto. Stroking the shaft with her hand, her lips following closely, always aroused her center. And few things did — hairy forearms, a wide back, a tight ass, veiny biceps…okay, maybe a lot of things did. But something about the taste of precum, the wetness, and the to-and-fro motion made her light up like a Roman candle.

Aidan felt the tension rise, but Nico beat him to it. Waves and waves of pleasure sent ripples of heat along her thighs and belly. She pointed his cock toward her boobs, all over which he shot his frothy load. He knelt to kiss her mouth, neck, and beautiful breasts covered in his vanilla icing.

“God, you taste good,” she whispered in his ear with a wasted, yet satisfied, voice.

© Lola Sense

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