Sammie the Librarian
I came from a very difficult family when I was younger, my parents were always arguing and even though they did stay together and tried their best you could see the cracks. But every now and then you would get a calm period where they were both in a good mood and you had to make the most of it, so I would just sit there and read whatever I could find and relish the silence.
This habit has stayed with me for all of my life, and if I had to guess how many books I've actually read it would have to reach into maybe 2000+ over 19 years (I started when I was 6), and one thing I loved the most was to visit my local library which I frequented quite often. I'd become pretty good friends with the people who worked there and knew them all on a first name basis. There was Cheryl, she was about 47 and wore those crescent shaped glasses that had the strings attached to them, she was quite a portly woman, Anthony (I called him Ant) who was maybe in his mid 30s, honestly he was quite a strange guy, friendly enough but not the sharpest tool in the shed and was only given the less complicated jobs, and Samantha, who I affectionately called Sammie.
Sammie was quite a short girl, maybe about 5'5 to my 5'11, her body was very slender and delicate but she had a surprisingly large bust on her (for her size anyway). She was Asian but had been living in England all her life so she spoke English fluently and has an English accent. Her hair was about medium length and jet black which she wore in a bob, her eyes a stunning hazel brown, her lips a pale pink, and her skin was a very faint shade of olive. I'll admit it, I fancied the pants off of this girl. She was perfect, nice looks, very welcoming personality, a bit shy and reserved which is something I find very attractive, and was quite an intellectual. I'd often find myself having a little debate with her about a book we've both read.
Unfortunately for a long time we just remained associates and would only ever see each other when I went to the library, and due to my work load this was becoming a less frequent thing which deeply saddened me, until one day I bump into her in the shops, I've just popped in for some essentials and scratch cards but she's coming out of the shop with a lot of bags. I sense an opportunity to spend some time with her so I offer to carry some of the load, and she gladly accepts my help. It's not a very long walk to her flat, we enter and I put down the shopping in her kitchen which I notice is completely spotless, everything is neat and organised and I'm really impressed with how fresh the place smells.
Unfortunately I have a lot of work to get done by tomorrow so I have to bitterly reject her invitation for coffee, and as I'm exiting the door she says "Thank you so much for that, just carrying those few bags made a world of difference!", she then reaches up and gives me a peck on my cheek. I can feel myself turning red and blushing and there's a strange sensation in my stomach, all signs pointing to me being rather smitten with her, and then I just take the risk and blurt out, "Hey Sammie, there's an art exhibition next Saturday and I was wondering whether or not you'd like to join me?!", I felt like such an idiot because I had practically shouted all of this but she just instantly smiles and says, "Sounds great! Here, I'll write down my number for you...", and then she hands me the piece of paper. Right now I can just feel the biggest grin developing on my face, "I'll text you the details later, see you next Saturday!", and I stroll of with a skip in my step.
The thought of spending the day with her really motivates me and it makes the next eight days go by in the blink of an eye, and finally the day was here, I'd never been so nervous in my life, but I kept my cool and picked up Sammie in my car. We have a nice little chat over the 30 minute journey and I find out a lot about her, and she has done some amazing things, and was frankly far too overqualified for a Librarian. We park the car and it's a very quick stroll to the museum where the exhibition was held. Art has always been lost on me, but I felt like this was the kind of place I needed to take a classy girl like her, and my instincts were right because it turns out she was quite the aficionado when it came to art, she was able to see things that I couldn't have even thought of in my wildest imagination, and I found myself completely lost in thought.
We spent some time admiring the various works and then we went to grab a coffee in a quaint little coffee shop down the road, where we talk some more and discuss some of the pieces we saw in the museum, and then we both suddenly realised it wass getting quite dark, so we drove back and I walked her up to her house, what's even better is I can actually take up her offer for a coffee this time! So we sit down and we start talking again and then we eventually get on to the topic of a specific piece of art we saw, and once again she's coming up with all these theories and her own ideas on it and it ends in quite a debate between us, until eventually she goes, "You see.. she wasn't trying to paint an image of anything, she was just placing her feelings down on the page, she was feeling primal urges, she was feeling...", at this point our eyes meet and she looks down at my lips and then back up so we can maintain eye contact, and very softly she says, "...lust.", and leans in for a kiss.
We start making out passionately and she has such soft and delicate lips, she starts gently rubbing her hand through my hair while the other is placed on my neck. My arm is now placed behind her back and the other is on her left shoulder. She then moves in closer and starts leaning on me, we're still kissing and she's caressing my face with her hands, my hands are rubbing down her back and then her sexy little bum. The kissing goes on for a while, and she whispers "Shall we take this into the bedroom?", I just smile at her and we both stand up slowly, and while still kissing we're walking to her room, all the time I'm having to bend down a bit because of the size difference between us, which was cute. I lay her down on the bed and get on top of her, we're still fully clothed at the moment and I'm just dry humping her while caressing every part of her body I could reach.
I slowly get off her and kneel down at the bottom of the bed where her legs are hanging off, undo her jeans and slowly pull them off revealing a pair of frilly white knickers, with a noticeable wet patch on them, I lean forward and with my teeth I pull them off, revealing a perfect little pussy, only fitting that a woman so neat would have such a tidy and well kept pussy, with no excess folds or anything, and not too much hair but just enough to remind me that this is a fully grown and developed woman. Without hesitation I start to lick her little clit, and she is just making the sexiest little moans, she lifts her legs up places them around my shoulders, and while licking her out I see her lift her top off revealing her hefty chest and a matching white bra. I can't hear her moaning anymore as her thighs are acting as earmuffs, but I can see her biting her lower lip and rubbing her breasts, and she is taking really deep breaths, it's great to see her enjoying herself. With my long reach I help her take off her bra and then start to play with her nipples, and she's reaching down and grabbing onto my hair like handlebars, but not enough so that's it's painful.
While down on my knees I reach into my wallet and pull out a condom, and then stand up to take off my clothes, in the mean time she's on the bed rubbing her pussy and still biting her lower lip, I put on the condom and then crawl up onto the bed, and very slowly and passionately start making love to her. Her tight little pussy getting wetter and wetter with every slow thrust, and we're making out again now, every now and then stopping to moan in ecstasy and I can feel her warm breath on my bare skin, both of our breaths were laboured and still smelled of the rich coffee we had previously, and then all of a sudden she puts her arm around my back and pushes me to the side, before I know it I'm lying on my back and she's on top of me looking down a smiling through the space between her big swaying tits and starts to move up and down and up and down, it feels so amazing I can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I'm rubbing my hands along her waist and she's got both of her pressed down on my shoulders, I could not have imagined a better sight than this right now.
After a while she leans forward while still on top of me and we again start to passionately kiss, except now I'm fucking her instead of her moving up and down, and with every thrust I can feel myself getting closer, and closer, and then I let out a load while still very slowly moving in and out of her pussy. I've gone limp now but still riled up I push her to the side so she's on her back again and I start oral again, and I keep going until she cums, gotta be fair right?
I collapse on the bed, both of us naked and sweaty, laboured breathing, both of us still feeling the amazing tingling sensation in our extremities. Then we both have a shower together and we pretty much hug all the way through it, me behind her, her peachy little bum pressed against my cock.
After this we kept on seeing each other and things became pretty serious and I am still seeing her to this day, almost two years later. After this story we tried experimenting with other stuff in and outside the bedroom, but that's another story for another time, which I may or may not upload depending on how well this story is received.
This habit has stayed with me for all of my life, and if I had to guess how many books I've actually read it would have to reach into maybe 2000+ over 19 years (I started when I was 6), and one thing I loved the most was to visit my local library which I frequented quite often. I'd become pretty good friends with the people who worked there and knew them all on a first name basis. There was Cheryl, she was about 47 and wore those crescent shaped glasses that had the strings attached to them, she was quite a portly woman, Anthony (I called him Ant) who was maybe in his mid 30s, honestly he was quite a strange guy, friendly enough but not the sharpest tool in the shed and was only given the less complicated jobs, and Samantha, who I affectionately called Sammie.
Sammie was quite a short girl, maybe about 5'5 to my 5'11, her body was very slender and delicate but she had a surprisingly large bust on her (for her size anyway). She was Asian but had been living in England all her life so she spoke English fluently and has an English accent. Her hair was about medium length and jet black which she wore in a bob, her eyes a stunning hazel brown, her lips a pale pink, and her skin was a very faint shade of olive. I'll admit it, I fancied the pants off of this girl. She was perfect, nice looks, very welcoming personality, a bit shy and reserved which is something I find very attractive, and was quite an intellectual. I'd often find myself having a little debate with her about a book we've both read.
Unfortunately for a long time we just remained associates and would only ever see each other when I went to the library, and due to my work load this was becoming a less frequent thing which deeply saddened me, until one day I bump into her in the shops, I've just popped in for some essentials and scratch cards but she's coming out of the shop with a lot of bags. I sense an opportunity to spend some time with her so I offer to carry some of the load, and she gladly accepts my help. It's not a very long walk to her flat, we enter and I put down the shopping in her kitchen which I notice is completely spotless, everything is neat and organised and I'm really impressed with how fresh the place smells.
Unfortunately I have a lot of work to get done by tomorrow so I have to bitterly reject her invitation for coffee, and as I'm exiting the door she says "Thank you so much for that, just carrying those few bags made a world of difference!", she then reaches up and gives me a peck on my cheek. I can feel myself turning red and blushing and there's a strange sensation in my stomach, all signs pointing to me being rather smitten with her, and then I just take the risk and blurt out, "Hey Sammie, there's an art exhibition next Saturday and I was wondering whether or not you'd like to join me?!", I felt like such an idiot because I had practically shouted all of this but she just instantly smiles and says, "Sounds great! Here, I'll write down my number for you...", and then she hands me the piece of paper. Right now I can just feel the biggest grin developing on my face, "I'll text you the details later, see you next Saturday!", and I stroll of with a skip in my step.
The thought of spending the day with her really motivates me and it makes the next eight days go by in the blink of an eye, and finally the day was here, I'd never been so nervous in my life, but I kept my cool and picked up Sammie in my car. We have a nice little chat over the 30 minute journey and I find out a lot about her, and she has done some amazing things, and was frankly far too overqualified for a Librarian. We park the car and it's a very quick stroll to the museum where the exhibition was held. Art has always been lost on me, but I felt like this was the kind of place I needed to take a classy girl like her, and my instincts were right because it turns out she was quite the aficionado when it came to art, she was able to see things that I couldn't have even thought of in my wildest imagination, and I found myself completely lost in thought.
We spent some time admiring the various works and then we went to grab a coffee in a quaint little coffee shop down the road, where we talk some more and discuss some of the pieces we saw in the museum, and then we both suddenly realised it wass getting quite dark, so we drove back and I walked her up to her house, what's even better is I can actually take up her offer for a coffee this time! So we sit down and we start talking again and then we eventually get on to the topic of a specific piece of art we saw, and once again she's coming up with all these theories and her own ideas on it and it ends in quite a debate between us, until eventually she goes, "You see.. she wasn't trying to paint an image of anything, she was just placing her feelings down on the page, she was feeling primal urges, she was feeling...", at this point our eyes meet and she looks down at my lips and then back up so we can maintain eye contact, and very softly she says, "...lust.", and leans in for a kiss.
We start making out passionately and she has such soft and delicate lips, she starts gently rubbing her hand through my hair while the other is placed on my neck. My arm is now placed behind her back and the other is on her left shoulder. She then moves in closer and starts leaning on me, we're still kissing and she's caressing my face with her hands, my hands are rubbing down her back and then her sexy little bum. The kissing goes on for a while, and she whispers "Shall we take this into the bedroom?", I just smile at her and we both stand up slowly, and while still kissing we're walking to her room, all the time I'm having to bend down a bit because of the size difference between us, which was cute. I lay her down on the bed and get on top of her, we're still fully clothed at the moment and I'm just dry humping her while caressing every part of her body I could reach.
I slowly get off her and kneel down at the bottom of the bed where her legs are hanging off, undo her jeans and slowly pull them off revealing a pair of frilly white knickers, with a noticeable wet patch on them, I lean forward and with my teeth I pull them off, revealing a perfect little pussy, only fitting that a woman so neat would have such a tidy and well kept pussy, with no excess folds or anything, and not too much hair but just enough to remind me that this is a fully grown and developed woman. Without hesitation I start to lick her little clit, and she is just making the sexiest little moans, she lifts her legs up places them around my shoulders, and while licking her out I see her lift her top off revealing her hefty chest and a matching white bra. I can't hear her moaning anymore as her thighs are acting as earmuffs, but I can see her biting her lower lip and rubbing her breasts, and she is taking really deep breaths, it's great to see her enjoying herself. With my long reach I help her take off her bra and then start to play with her nipples, and she's reaching down and grabbing onto my hair like handlebars, but not enough so that's it's painful.
While down on my knees I reach into my wallet and pull out a condom, and then stand up to take off my clothes, in the mean time she's on the bed rubbing her pussy and still biting her lower lip, I put on the condom and then crawl up onto the bed, and very slowly and passionately start making love to her. Her tight little pussy getting wetter and wetter with every slow thrust, and we're making out again now, every now and then stopping to moan in ecstasy and I can feel her warm breath on my bare skin, both of our breaths were laboured and still smelled of the rich coffee we had previously, and then all of a sudden she puts her arm around my back and pushes me to the side, before I know it I'm lying on my back and she's on top of me looking down a smiling through the space between her big swaying tits and starts to move up and down and up and down, it feels so amazing I can feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I'm rubbing my hands along her waist and she's got both of her pressed down on my shoulders, I could not have imagined a better sight than this right now.
After a while she leans forward while still on top of me and we again start to passionately kiss, except now I'm fucking her instead of her moving up and down, and with every thrust I can feel myself getting closer, and closer, and then I let out a load while still very slowly moving in and out of her pussy. I've gone limp now but still riled up I push her to the side so she's on her back again and I start oral again, and I keep going until she cums, gotta be fair right?
I collapse on the bed, both of us naked and sweaty, laboured breathing, both of us still feeling the amazing tingling sensation in our extremities. Then we both have a shower together and we pretty much hug all the way through it, me behind her, her peachy little bum pressed against my cock.
After this we kept on seeing each other and things became pretty serious and I am still seeing her to this day, almost two years later. After this story we tried experimenting with other stuff in and outside the bedroom, but that's another story for another time, which I may or may not upload depending on how well this story is received.
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