[M4F] The Librarian.

Jake’s an older guy in his mid 50s, still in good shape, greying hair, 6' 0", 200 lbs, grey stubbly facial hair and large hands. He’s considered distinguished with rugged good looks. Jake peeked over the top of the erotic book he was reading when he reached, what he thought was a hot scene! Jake had gotten proper hard from reading and now he couldn't help but notice the buxom librarian in her mid twenties, shelving books, not too far from the desk where he sat. This certainly was not the first time he had noticed her. In truth, he made certain to look her way each and every time he visited the library. She was curvy, sexy and sensuous. Jake often daydreamed what it would be like to bury his face in her perky breasts and make love to her.

Would she have a wickedly hot and very tight slit, just like the woman he was reading about? Would she be wet and fired up with passion? Would she be the type of woman to ride a man until she was sweaty from her own athletic prowess? Jake suspected she was. There was just something in the way she held herself, the way she moved around the room. Jake continued to watch as his fantasy woman librarian finished shelving materials and moved to the stairwell. He laid down his book and followed, not knowing why. But there was just something about this gorgeous librarian that seemingly compelled him to follow. Once in the stairwell, he caught her scent and heard her footsteps going higher in the building.

The door to the fourth floor opened and closed. There was nothing on the fourth, Jake had ventured up there on many occasions; it was mainly old books that were probably waiting to be destroyed. Why would she be going up there? He reached the landing and carefully opened the door. He peeked in and was presented with a dark, dusty room, but no sign of her. He stepped inside and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. Jake thought he heard a noise and began to work his way toward the sound. Eventually he was close enough to see what had caused the noise. He saw a small area that had been slightly cleared, a table and chair sitting among the shelves and piles. The librarian was seated on the chair and it was clear that the noises were coming from her.

Jake quickly realized that he was watching her masturbate. She had sneaked off to this secluded area of the library to get the privacy she needed. He felt like a pervert watching her through a gap on the shelf, like some sort of naughty schoolboy, but he couldn’t help himself. She had one hand playing with her breasts and the other buried between her legs. Her breasts looked even perkier like this, and it was apparent they were sensitive. She would moan whenever her hands flirted with her nipples; nipples that stood out like shiny bullets. They were clearly visible, even in the dull light and through the silky shirt she adorned. She was in no rush, leisurely caressing herself, building up excitement slowly, edging herself to some sexual pinnacle.

Jake felt his cock, hard in his jeans, fighting for air and straining against the denim. He slipped out his dick with his right hand and proceeded to stroke it. As he watched the librarian rub herself, he began to try to keep time by rubbing his cock. Faster than he expected, Jake felt himself getting to the point where he would need a release. Without warning, he let out a slight moan of his own. The librarian twisted her head and saw him. A quick glance told her she knew who he was. She had seen him at the library on a regular basis. He was handsome and athletically built, with grey hair and salt n pepper stubble. He carried himself with a confidence and authority that she found attractive in a man. She recalled that he often read history books, but she also was aware he sometimes picked up erotic novels too. She had wondered what type of man went back and forth between history and erotica.

She hesitated, then signaled him to come closer; she wanted him to give her a better view of his dick which looked so tantalizing, arched in the shadows, swaying temptingly as if trying to lure her with its liveliness. A hard cock was one of her favorite things in the world and this cock looked as if it sensed her weakness, her inability to resist the excitement and pleasure she got from a man's prick when put to its proper use. When the man was near enough, she reached out and touched his dick. She liked the way it felt in her hand. Solid. Thick. Just the way she wanted a man to be. As she slowly stroked his cock, she realised her pussy was beginning to assert its presence. The heat from between her thighs was persistent, and her whole body was becoming highly sensitised.

Sensing he was ready, and certain that she was, the librarian stood up and turned away from Jake. Her pencil skirt dropped to the floor, revealing her bare and very smooth arse. She bent over and placed both hands on the table, her arse pointing upwards towards him, with her wet and smooth pussy fully exposed. Jake loved curvaceous women, and the librarian was decidedly curvaceous. He rubbed her arse with his left hand and then gave it just a light smack, hard enough to hear the sound of his palm as it met that rounded butt. Her body jerked and trembled, the way a woman does when a man discovers the things that excite her. He gave her arse another smack, slightly harder this time, and her body twitched again. Jake noticed juice running down her leg. And a thick, wet strand hanging from her luscious cunt, waiting to drip to the floor. Her pussy was shiny, even in the low light of this dusky room. Using a finger to capture some of her juices, Jake tasted it and found her to taste like nectar on his finger.

Standing so close to her that the head of his cock was touching her slippery open slit, Jake put his arms around the librarian and began to play with the breasts he had daydreamed about. Her tits were full and firm. His hands on them made her wiggle and buck, causing collisions between his swollen cockhead and her swollen pussy lips. "What do you want?", he whispered in her ear. The first words either had spoken to the other. She responded by wiggling her soaking slit against his rock hard rod. The librarian was frantically aware of his cock, rigidly standing at attention as she shamelessly rubbed herself on it. But he pulled away from her slightly, although his hands never left her breasts, and repeated his question. "What do you want?" She wanted him to fuck her, but she would feel like a slut if she had to tell him. All she wanted was for him to fuck her like a nasty whore. She wanted it hard. She wanted it fast. She wanted it now.

"What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you?" Her head nodded vigorously. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. "If you want me to fuck you, you have to tell me. Do you want me to fuck you?" A slight "yes" fell from the librarian's full and sumptuous lips. And with that, she finally got what she wanted. His cockhead parted her pussy lips and entered her. He slowly worked his dick into her cunt deeper and deeper until he was all the way in, and she could feel his balls resting against her arse. While playing with her titties, Jake began to fuck her with long, deliberate strokes. She felt every inch of his dick as it first plunged into her and then again as it slowly withdrew. She loved the hard heat of that piece of solid meat as it took her over and over. Her pussy yielded to his thrusts and he began to increase the pace. Faster and faster. Jake slid one hand from her breasts and found her clit, engorged as fully as his cock was. A jolt of electricity shot through her when his fingers hit the sensitive button.

He continued to fuck her, pounding her pussy harder and harder, while rubbing her clit with one insistent finger. The combination of carnal lust, cock and finger were too much for the librarian. She felt her body begin to convulse and spasm as her orgasm came on. Her wet cunt released even more juices, covering his dick with the evidence of her excitement. A couple more hard fucks and she collapsed forward on the desk, unable to stand as the orgasm took control of her body. Her excitement and her tight cunt were too much for Jake, and he realised he was going to cum too. Wanting to take no chances, he withdrew from her just as his cock began to shoot its seed. It waved freely as three or four loads of thick seminal fluid arched into the air and onto the librarian's upturned arse. Legs shaky, Jake's body draped on top of her. They lay together like that, leaning against the old desk for two or three minutes, until Jake had recovered his senses.

Standing, he stashed his softening dick back in his jeans. Leaning over the librarian, he placed a soft kiss on the nape of her neck, and felt her twitch one more time. Jake left the librarian and quickly made his way back to the stairwell, no longer concerned about the silence or noise. He walked down to the first floor and sat again at his table. A few minutes later, the door to the stairwell opened, and the librarian appeared. Her clothes were smooth and well-fitting. Her top tucked carefully into the pencil skirt, betraying no sign of what had just happened in the fourth floor dimness. She nodded slightly to Jake, as she might to any library customer, and stepped behind the counter. "May I help you?" she sweetly asked a gray-haired lady with an erotic book in her hand.

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Hello! Playing The Librarian, gives you the chance to be literally anyone you like. You can be an up and coming lawyer, a student or whatever and you work part-time, it doesn’t matter. It also means that you’re at liberty to wear what you’d like, within reason; don’t forget that you’re working in a public space with all sorts of different people, including the elderly. You don’t have to look like my description either, you can look just as you are right now, blonde, brunette, redhead or jet black, it’s up to you; the same with your body type. Whoever you are and whatever you wear, in my mind you’re still hot! But do you know it?

Can you tell I’m always peeping over the top of my book for a good look at you, especially when you’re stacking the higher shelves with books? Do you have a thing for older guys and have a crush on me? Do you make little excuses to speak with me? Do you get excited at a certain time of the week when you know I’m about to turn up? Perhaps we read similar genres and you always pop over to me with your recommendations? I’d like to play this from before the start of my prompt. From when we first meet, our initial exchanges up to and including the fourth floor store room, and beyond; it doesn’t have to stop there.

I’m from the UK, 56, 6 ft tall, big build but not overweight, hazel eyes, short dark hair with grey streaks, greying facial hair, ok looking and big hands. As a person, I’m good fun, an avid listener, kind and respectful; as respectful as you’d like me to be! I have a dark, dry and sarcastic sense of humour and usually succeed in making people laugh; either with me or at me! Oh and of course I’m kinky and maybe a bit perverted; this needs exploring. Lately I seem to be obsessed with younger women, which is a kink that’s hit me full in the face! Maybe I’m going through the whole male menopause thing or not, I don’t know.

kinks; younger women, age difference, size difference, outfit control, heels, stockings, thigh highs, crotchless panties, swearing, dirty talk, name calling, East Asian women, frenulum play, cum play, toy play, remote vibrators, edging, orgasm denial, manipulation, gas lighting, public sex, public touching, spanking and dominance (depending on my mood).

Dislikes: beatings, piss, shit, gore, scat, feet, switchers, Ghosts.

(I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+) Please don’t respond with just ‘hi’ ‘how are you today’ ‘what are you doing’ or ‘what’s your name.’ I put a lot of effort into my prompts and writing. So at least act like you’ve read this. Use the words (FOURTH FLOOR) in your first message. Surprisingly I do get a lot of requests, so please bear with me; I like to respond.