“Excuse me, Ma’am?”
Fumbling behind the counter, the librarian quickly tried to act like nothing was going on.
Fuck! Can he see the blushing on my cheeks?
“How can I help you?,” she asked a little too quickly.
“I need to pay my fine.”
“Sure. May I see your card?”
Taking his card, she quickly looked up his account. He handed her the money, and without making too much eye contact, she gave him his change.
“Thank you. Have a great day,” she said with a nervous smile as he turned to walk away.
It felt like every patron knew that she had been stealing glances at Tumblr on her iPhone all afternoon long.
Do they notice the impatient squeezing of my thighs, as I try like hell to alleviate some of the throbbing pressure between my legs?
Momentarily embarrassed, she felt how wet her panties were and realized she could smell her own arousal soaking through.
God, I’m at work, what am I thinking?
Yet, with each step she took, there was that chilly, wet reminder. The worst part was, it was making her even more turned on.
In a desperate attempt to get her mind back on her work, she went to the table area to see if there were any books needing to be re-shelved. It was then that she saw him. Felt him.
Oh, my, he’s beautiful.
His look caught her eye, to be sure, but it was more than that. His energy was heavy hheat in the air, instantly giving her goosebumps. As she walked closer, her chest tightened, her breathing becoming shallow and quick.
What is wrong with me? He’s just a guy!
But this feeling told her he wasn’t just a guy. There was something about him that made her want to feel things – his hands around her waist, his chest pressed against her own, his whiskers against her cheek as he whispered in her ear…..
It felt as if she already knew what he’d say when he whispered to her; as if he already knew her. She had to meet him. She had to hear his voice, see his eyes.
Luckily, there was a loose book on the edge of the table at which he was sitting, so she slowly made her way over, not yet trying to draw any attention. Just as she neared the opposite side of the table, he looked up from his paperwork. Briefly, he looked into her eyes, and her belly began doing backflips, but there was no doubt this man had lowered his eyes and was now staring at her chest.
Oh, shit! Am I disappointed? How could I be disappointed at his looking at my chest if I don’t even know him?
It was crazy, she new, but she felt like she did know him, needed to know him. She was drawn to him, despite the fact he wasn’t trying to hide that he was admiring her tits. Maybe because of it.
Almost as if he had been hypnotized, his head snapped up, looking her squarely in the eyes, and he smiled, and unashamed smile.
Those eyes, oh God. And that smile – I could look at it all day long. Is that cockiness or confidence?
As her mind wandered, mesmerized, she accidentally knocked the book from the table to the floor. Without hesitation, she bent over just a little too far to pick up that book, knowing he’d have no choice but to look. She wondered if he’d notice how wet her panties were.
Actually, she hoped he’d notice.
-Image by Marcus Ross, found on Pinterest. This is an excerpt reworked from an old story, and shared again as part of Masturbation Monday. I realize the ‘naughty librarian’ thing has totally been overdone, but I couldn’t help it. I think I was a librarian in another life. Subsequent parts will be shared weekly. Hope you enjoy!