The last week could have gone better at the library. One of the new employees had dropped a few important books off the cart. The bindings tore loose on one and the cover split on another. Seeing to their repair was why I was here on my day off.
I’d called Tommy on recommendation from a fellow librarian. She’d said that he had repaired a book for her and did a fantastic job – better than new. He was more expensive, but worth every cent according to Jackie. Luckily cost wasn’t an issue; a well to do supporter of the local librarian (ahem, I mean library) donated plenty for whatever I felt the library needed. I’d set up an appointment to meet Tommy today.
I was reading quietly at the front desk, keeping an eye on things for Helen. She had gone on a quick errand and was due back soon. She is always late, but she’s sweet as sugar and can Dewey like a pro! Nothing was happening anyway, just a couple people on the internet doing research. I went back to my book, Galapagos, by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Three pages later, still no Helen. A man approached the desk. I had been so absorbed in reading that I hadn’t even see him come in.
“Hi,” he said with a bit of a drawl, “I’m Tommy, the bookbinder.”
I introduced myself and let him know it might be a moment; I was still waiting for Helen to come back. He didn’t mind waiting; he seemed to enjoy the exposed cleavage in my low cut sweater. It also turns out he was as big a fan of Vonnegut as me. We even had the same favorite – Cat’s Cradle. We talked about our favorite books and other authors, but soon we moved on to other things. Like how sexy his accent was. We talked a bit about where he was from, which quickly led to Mardi gras. He seemed a bit surprised to meet a librarian that wanted to go. But I think it was starting to become obvious to Tommy that I wasn’t your ordinary librarian!
We continued chatting… mostly flirting, especially me. How could I resist? He had a thick Southern accent and a pocket protector. My goodness, he was an erotic fantasy I’d neglected to dream up! Until now, that is. The more I thought of it the more excited I became. I had to calm down, I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks! I leaned forward to give him a good look at my breasts; perhaps that way he wouldn’t notice me blushing!
It worked as planned. I distracted Tommy and had a chance to compose myself. And what good timing, I thought, I could see Helen coming now. I let him look a moment more, he seemed transfixed. (My breasts can do that, you know.)
“Tommy, my co-worker is back” I told him. “I can show you those books now.”
Clearing his throat roughly, he nodded.
We started through the Library, towards my office. I was walking slowly, in no great hurry. We began chatting again and eyeing one other as we walked. We quickly moved back to flirting, his methods much more reserved than mine. We reached the door to the offices and I held it open for him, brushing my breast against him as he went through. Mine was the back office and I had the pleasure of brushing against him a second time. I pulled the door to and locked it with a smile. Walking to my desk, I sat upon it, picking up the first book to show him the damage.
“See where the binding tore loose?” I ask, gently stroking the pages. He walked to the desk, eyes fixed on my fingers caressing the torn binding. He nodded yes.
“And this one… do you see where the cover has split?” I put the book against my breasts and ran my fingers along the damage. He stared at my fingers and then his eyes slowly moved to my breasts.
Giving himself a little shake, he got to work. He stood close to me as he examined the books while I held them. I moved my leg a bit to the side and pressed my knee against him.
“This won’t be difficult, ma’am” he says. “I know just what to do.”
“I’m sure you do,” I reply with a smile, giggling about him calling me ma’am.
He begins describing what needs to be done to repair the books. It’s quite a process! Soon he comes to something I’m involved in. Pulling samples out he shows me different cover materials for the books. Different types of fabric, different colors. Then he pulls out the leather samples. Mmmm, I love the smell of leather, yes perfect.
“Yes,” I tell him with a wink, “it must be leather.”
“You’re pretty naughty,” he says with a wicked grin.
“I hear that a lot, Tommy,” I say with a grin, “and you don’t know the half of it.”
It seems that Tommy would like to know the half of it, or maybe even two-thirds of it! He moves up closer to the desk so he’s practically on top of me. Taking his hands in mine,I place them on my breasts. He has big hands and they feel hot on me as he begins caressing them.
“Mmmm, yes,” I moan, placing my hands on his chest. I slide my hands down his body until I can feel his hardness through his pants. It’s his turn to moan as I take his cock out of his pants. It’s so hard and such a nice size; more than large enough, but not too big. I caress his cock softly with my fingers, the way I caressed the torn binding and I’m rewarded with his cock stiffening even more. Wrapping my hand around his hardness, I begin to stroke him slowly.
I feel him tugging at my sweater. He wants to take it off me, so I lift up my arms to help. As soon as it’s off, he leans down to kiss my neck. Mmmm, very nice. His hands move to my back and unsnap my bra.
“You’d do well on Bourbon Street,” he tells me as his hands move back to my breasts, teasing my nipples.
I reach to my desk drawer and pull out my lotion. Squeezing the lotion on my chest, I massage my breasts while he gently pinches my nipples. Now that my hands are slippery with lotion, I put them back on his cock, stroking him slowly, feeling his hardness, twisting my wrists as I move my hands up and down on him. One of his hands slides off my breast trails down my side, my hip, down my leg then back up, gathering my skirt so he can put that same hand between my legs. Pushing my panties aside, we both moan softly as he teases my hot wetness with his fingers.
Sliding one finger inside, I gasp. Then another and I groan. His fingers feel bigger and hotter than they did on my nipples and breasts, now that they’re inside me. As I stroke his cock, I reach lower with one hand so I can caress his balls at the same time. I like the way he moves his hips in time with my strokes… I can feel myself doing the same.
I break away long enough to pull my skirt and panties off, spreading my legs for him to see my beautiful pussy. “I want you inside me,” I tell him.
He replies by moving closer and teasing my pussy with his cock. Softly stroking my wetness with the tip as I struggle to push myself against his cock. “Please,” I beg.
Suddenly he’s inside me and I nearly scream out “YES!” before I can catch myself. I’d almost forgotten I was in my office at work! He thrusts deeper and thoughts of work disappear again as I lose myself in the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Mmmm, you’re so tight,” he whispers, sliding his length inside me. I just smile at him; I know how tight I am. I hook my legs over his arms while he takes me. Deeper and deeper, he feels so good inside me; his hands now holding my legs up and out of the way, my hips slamming against the desk with the force of his thrusts.
“Yes!” I cry out, “harder!” and that quickly I’m reduced to animal-like whimpers and moans as he gives me what I want. All of it. He feels so good so deep inside, each thrust taking me closer to ecstasy.
I can’t help but move against him, struggling to get all of his length inside me, struggling to get him right where I want him. I know it makes it hard for him to last as I wriggle on my desk, but I’m beyond restraint, so close. I’m almost there and another couple thrusts…
“Oh”, I cry out as the thrusting and wriggling pays off, moaning and cumming, “oh, god yes!”
I’m panting and moaning all at once as I cum, my wetness dripping to the desk beneath my bare bottom. Every thrust is accompanied by a wet, squishy sound. I can tell Tommy likes it because he’s moaning and driving into me deeper. How could he not love how hot and wet I am? The way my orgasm tightens me further? It seems as if my orgasm won’t end, every stroke of his magnificent cock makes it stronger and more intense. “Ahhh,” I moan, loving the way he feels deep inside me.
“I have to cum soon,” he pants.
“Tell me when,” I breathe, “I want to taste you.” He stops his quick rhythm squeezing his eyes shut while his fingers dig into my legs almost painfully. (Oops, I may have said too much!) After a couple seconds, he nods and then resumes his thrusting. It feels so good, so deep inside; I don’t want him to stop, no matter how bad I want to taste him.
His rhythm picks up again, faster, harder and deeper than before… my hips slamming on my desk as he takes me roughly.
“Now,” he pants, pulling out of me, stroking his cock as I get down to my knees in front of him. A quick kiss on his balls is all I have time for…
“Right now,” he groans, and I put my mouth on him, taking him all the way down until he’s deep inside my throat. Teasing his balls with my hand, I work his cock with my mouth, sucking him until I’m rewarded only seconds later.
“Umpf,” he grunts as his cock throbs, cum spraying the back of my throat. Sliding his cock almost out of my mouth, I use my hand caresses while my tongue teases so I can taste his cum, not just swallow it all. Mmmm. I slowly work him with my mouth while he cums. He tastes so good that I keep on him long after he’s finished, until I can’t taste him anymore.
I take my mouth off him, smiling wickedly. “Thanks, Tommy,” I purr, “that was amazing. We’ll have to get together again soon or I may start damaging books on purpose!”