she looked like a hot version of a very naughty librarian. In the entire room of silicone, Botox and lipo, she looked like the only real thing of beauty. Her hair, assorted shades of blond, looked like it might be long, but it’s wrapped in one of those bun hairstyles, so it’s difficult to tell. I took a hard look at her. I could tell she’s hiding a nice body under those clothes.
I was staring intensely and I think my dick was about to jump out of my pants. I caught her eye and tilted my beer to her in recognition. I almost choked as she blushed. I only looked away for a moment, and then she was gone. Since I was hammered, the easiest thing for me to do was to take one or two of these girls up to a bedroom—double the pleasure, double the fun—but I didn’t want easy. I wanted a challenge. I wanted that naughty librarian.
I walk ed outside, but I heard her before I found her. Her soft, shallow crying seemed to echo off the mountain backdrop. I followed the sound down to the pool. I knew fucking was out of the question. Not only had she been drinking, but also someone had hurt her badly—enough to make her cry. I wasn’t a saint, but even I wasn’t that big of a jerk that I would have taken advantage of the situation. Of course, I had a raging hard-on and she was sexy as hell, but even I had no explanation for what I did.
Typically, men love going down on women. Rule of nature—I had a particularly bad first experience when I was fifteen and swore never to repeat it. The women I had fucked never really complained about my issues. As I’ve said before, there was always one thing at which people excelled, and my one thing had always been fucking . Now, I didn’t know if it was the three scotches, two beers and assorted party favors, but I had this sudden urge to taste this librarian. My mouth began to water at the thought of my tongue in her. I couldn’t think about anything else. I just knew that tasting her would be a religious experience. As I approached her, I saw that I was right about one thing—she was slightly drunk. And even though I was horny as hell, I never found pleasure in taking a woman if she wasn’t receptive.
Well, wasn’t I pleasantly surprised?
She appeared pensive at first, but then she relinquished herself to me. To be honest, she seemed to be out of her element, which was okay with me, since this wasn’t something I ever thought I’d do again, until her.
I was lucky my naughty little librarian was just ripe for the picking. Very responsive to everything I offered. I swore I saw God. I had never tasted anything so sweet. I couldn’t get enough. Did all women taste like this, or was it just her? She felt inexperienced and uptight. I hadn’t considered myself an expert on going down on women—not my forte—but when I made her come, she came hard. I was sure that some of my hair follicles were M.I.A.
I knew I could be charming and cocky. I also knew I could be a complete asshole. As I finished feasting on her, I felt the asshole part of me rise up. And in his true form, he wanted . . . no, expected this woman to give him head. I wanted to come so badly, and all I thought about was her lips wrapped around my dick. My self-control had snapped, but she put me in my place, effectively deflating my hard-on—the hot librarian chick threw up and passed out. So much for a blowjob. Normally, I’d have just walked away, my inner asshole taking the lead, but I wasn’t going to leave her unconscious on a fucking chair.
I end ed up rifling through her purse, found her driver’s license with her address, and then took her home. I almost left my business card on her kitchen bar, but I was worried that she would really freak out. No names—that’s what we had said. However, it didn’t stop me from writing down her information from her driver’s license. I had to admit, I was actually shocked to find out that she’s twelve years older. She looked amazing for a thirty-seven year-old. I
I was staring intensely and I think my dick was about to jump out of my pants. I caught her eye and tilted my beer to her in recognition. I almost choked as she blushed. I only looked away for a moment, and then she was gone. Since I was hammered, the easiest thing for me to do was to take one or two of these girls up to a bedroom—double the pleasure, double the fun—but I didn’t want easy. I wanted a challenge. I wanted that naughty librarian.
I walk ed outside, but I heard her before I found her. Her soft, shallow crying seemed to echo off the mountain backdrop. I followed the sound down to the pool. I knew fucking was out of the question. Not only had she been drinking, but also someone had hurt her badly—enough to make her cry. I wasn’t a saint, but even I wasn’t that big of a jerk that I would have taken advantage of the situation. Of course, I had a raging hard-on and she was sexy as hell, but even I had no explanation for what I did.
Typically, men love going down on women. Rule of nature—I had a particularly bad first experience when I was fifteen and swore never to repeat it. The women I had fucked never really complained about my issues. As I’ve said before, there was always one thing at which people excelled, and my one thing had always been fucking . Now, I didn’t know if it was the three scotches, two beers and assorted party favors, but I had this sudden urge to taste this librarian. My mouth began to water at the thought of my tongue in her. I couldn’t think about anything else. I just knew that tasting her would be a religious experience. As I approached her, I saw that I was right about one thing—she was slightly drunk. And even though I was horny as hell, I never found pleasure in taking a woman if she wasn’t receptive.
Well, wasn’t I pleasantly surprised?
She appeared pensive at first, but then she relinquished herself to me. To be honest, she seemed to be out of her element, which was okay with me, since this wasn’t something I ever thought I’d do again, until her.
I was lucky my naughty little librarian was just ripe for the picking. Very responsive to everything I offered. I swore I saw God. I had never tasted anything so sweet. I couldn’t get enough. Did all women taste like this, or was it just her? She felt inexperienced and uptight. I hadn’t considered myself an expert on going down on women—not my forte—but when I made her come, she came hard. I was sure that some of my hair follicles were M.I.A.
I knew I could be charming and cocky. I also knew I could be a complete asshole. As I finished feasting on her, I felt the asshole part of me rise up. And in his true form, he wanted . . . no, expected this woman to give him head. I wanted to come so badly, and all I thought about was her lips wrapped around my dick. My self-control had snapped, but she put me in my place, effectively deflating my hard-on—the hot librarian chick threw up and passed out. So much for a blowjob. Normally, I’d have just walked away, my inner asshole taking the lead, but I wasn’t going to leave her unconscious on a fucking chair.
I end ed up rifling through her purse, found her driver’s license with her address, and then took her home. I almost left my business card on her kitchen bar, but I was worried that she would really freak out. No names—that’s what we had said. However, it didn’t stop me from writing down her information from her driver’s license. I had to admit, I was actually shocked to find out that she’s twelve years older. She looked amazing for a thirty-seven year-old. I
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