always did before
my day. I pulled my mousy brown hair into a bun with a few tendrils lining my
face. I pulled on a long circle skirt with wool thigh high socks. I tucked in
my white button up shirt that was very conservative with a white lace collar
into my skirt. I layered on a scarf and my heavy wool coat. Then I polished the
lenses of my black-framed glasses and then I was on my way. It was snowing
outside, after all it was early winter on this New England campus, and the
light dusting of snow proved it.
I walked fast across
campus as I was working the late shift at the library and I was already a few
minutes late. As I crossed, a group caught my eye. It was Kit, the university
football quarterback and hottest guy on campus. His unruly dark hair stuck out
from under his knitted wool hat and dark lashes framed his dark eyes and his
square jaw was covered in dark stubble. He was tall and lean with an athletic
build and I longed to have my body under him. His jock friends and teammates
surrounded him and I wondered what his life was like. What did they do? Who
were they fucking? I was invisible to them, the plain modest librarian virgin,
but I longed for him to look at me. I longed for him to notice me. Just then,
as though he heard my thoughts, he looked away from his friends and stared
straight at me. He locked eyes with me and his face lit up in a mischievous
sideways grin. I gasped and looked down at my feet hugging my books tighter to
my chest as I quickened my pace. I could not believe that he looked at me. I
was in a daze as I entered through the back door of the library into the staff
area.
“Shelley, you’re late
again. All of these books need to be re shelved and locked up,” Mrs. Pinkerton
said as I rushed in and she rushed out.
“Yes, sorry Mrs.
Pinkerton. I’ll do it right away,” I said as I took off my layers and went to
work. The first few hours of work were usually crowded, but as the night wore
on past nine o’clock the library became emptier. There were usually just a few
people studying in the study rooms, and the aisles of books remained fairly
empty. This would be when I would roam the aisles looking at books and taking
my time re shelving them.
That is exactly what I
was doing now, however I was replaying Kit’s smile in my head, and my body was
responding to that image. I felt my nipples become aroused and my pussy get
wet. It was time to head to my favorite nook of the bookshelves. It was on the
top floor of the three-floor library. I pulled my favorite book from the shelf,
the Karma Sutra and began to look at the exquisite paintings. I gasped as I
looked over the different sexual positions the couples were in. I was
increasingly being turned on. Then I turned the page and saw a painting of a
group sex scene. There was one woman with a happy look on her face as three men
pleasured her. I wondered what it would be like to have that many hands on you.
I wondered what it would be like to have that many mouths licking and kissing
you. I sighed as the sexual tension built inside of me.
I had never been with a
man and the frustration of it all was mounting. I looked around to make sure
that I was alone. I pulled a book out of its spot just an inch on the shelf. It
stuck out just a bit from the other books at the perfect height for me to brush
my wet center against it. I gasped quietly as the book’s spine pressed against
my clitoris as I stared at the pages of the Karma Sutra. I moved slowly back
and forth pressing my clitoris in small movements against it. I was feeling
very wet as my chest heaved up and down. The books surrounding me turned me on
as well as the cozy feeling of being in a hidden nook. I was close. I felt my
body tense up. Then I closed the book in my hands and held it tight against my
chest as I released into a quiet orgasm. I leaned my body against the wall of
books as I caught my breath and enjoyed the tiny pulsations race through my
body. I intended to
my day. I pulled my mousy brown hair into a bun with a few tendrils lining my
face. I pulled on a long circle skirt with wool thigh high socks. I tucked in
my white button up shirt that was very conservative with a white lace collar
into my skirt. I layered on a scarf and my heavy wool coat. Then I polished the
lenses of my black-framed glasses and then I was on my way. It was snowing
outside, after all it was early winter on this New England campus, and the
light dusting of snow proved it.
I walked fast across
campus as I was working the late shift at the library and I was already a few
minutes late. As I crossed, a group caught my eye. It was Kit, the university
football quarterback and hottest guy on campus. His unruly dark hair stuck out
from under his knitted wool hat and dark lashes framed his dark eyes and his
square jaw was covered in dark stubble. He was tall and lean with an athletic
build and I longed to have my body under him. His jock friends and teammates
surrounded him and I wondered what his life was like. What did they do? Who
were they fucking? I was invisible to them, the plain modest librarian virgin,
but I longed for him to look at me. I longed for him to notice me. Just then,
as though he heard my thoughts, he looked away from his friends and stared
straight at me. He locked eyes with me and his face lit up in a mischievous
sideways grin. I gasped and looked down at my feet hugging my books tighter to
my chest as I quickened my pace. I could not believe that he looked at me. I
was in a daze as I entered through the back door of the library into the staff
area.
“Shelley, you’re late
again. All of these books need to be re shelved and locked up,” Mrs. Pinkerton
said as I rushed in and she rushed out.
“Yes, sorry Mrs.
Pinkerton. I’ll do it right away,” I said as I took off my layers and went to
work. The first few hours of work were usually crowded, but as the night wore
on past nine o’clock the library became emptier. There were usually just a few
people studying in the study rooms, and the aisles of books remained fairly
empty. This would be when I would roam the aisles looking at books and taking
my time re shelving them.
That is exactly what I
was doing now, however I was replaying Kit’s smile in my head, and my body was
responding to that image. I felt my nipples become aroused and my pussy get
wet. It was time to head to my favorite nook of the bookshelves. It was on the
top floor of the three-floor library. I pulled my favorite book from the shelf,
the Karma Sutra and began to look at the exquisite paintings. I gasped as I
looked over the different sexual positions the couples were in. I was
increasingly being turned on. Then I turned the page and saw a painting of a
group sex scene. There was one woman with a happy look on her face as three men
pleasured her. I wondered what it would be like to have that many hands on you.
I wondered what it would be like to have that many mouths licking and kissing
you. I sighed as the sexual tension built inside of me.
I had never been with a
man and the frustration of it all was mounting. I looked around to make sure
that I was alone. I pulled a book out of its spot just an inch on the shelf. It
stuck out just a bit from the other books at the perfect height for me to brush
my wet center against it. I gasped quietly as the book’s spine pressed against
my clitoris as I stared at the pages of the Karma Sutra. I moved slowly back
and forth pressing my clitoris in small movements against it. I was feeling
very wet as my chest heaved up and down. The books surrounding me turned me on
as well as the cozy feeling of being in a hidden nook. I was close. I felt my
body tense up. Then I closed the book in my hands and held it tight against my
chest as I released into a quiet orgasm. I leaned my body against the wall of
books as I caught my breath and enjoyed the tiny pulsations race through my
body. I intended to
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