John Adams - The overdue librarian

This was an important day in Susan Lawrence's life. A day of pleasure, but most importantly a day of decision. No longer would she be content with fucking herself. From now on she would have to have the real thing. She had just seen what she wanted. She had watched it, big and stiff between Mark's legs.

The beautiful woman walked unsteadily toward her bedroom, making her plans to fuck Mark Marshall.

The loud humming of the lawn mower had awakened Susan earlier than sac had planned.

Looking out of her window she saw Will, the gardener, pushing the mower a few feet from her window. The man had frightened her since the first day she had seen him. She didn't like the hungry look in his eyes when he looked at her. She suspected that he spent more time than necessary working around the guesthouse. She kept her curtains drawn tight for fear of his prying eyes.

Pulling the curtains tighter Susan remembered that she had more pleasant things to think about. She had called Judy at home the night before to say she wouldn't be at the library today. She wanted her day to be free for the delicious plans she had in mind.

Susan looked at the seductive clothing she had chosen to wear today. She picked up the tight torts and studied them for a moment. A smile appeared on her lips as she pictured the expression on Mark's face when he saw her in them. She hoped he would be as interested in her as she was in him.

After slipping the tight shorts up over her hips, she remembered that she had forgotten to put on panties. She decided not to wear any. The less she had to take off when the time came, the better. She decided against a bra, also. She put her blouse on and tied it in a knot at her midriff, exposing the smooth flesh around her waist.

Susan was pleased as she examined herself in the mirror. She looked good, and she knew it. Her long, brown hair added to her seductiveness as it cascaded over her shoulders and framed the lush cleavage of her tits. No one would ever know that she was a librarian.

As she stepped into her clogs she could feel the heat growing in her twat. It wouldn't be long now. She must find him alone. This just had to be her lucky day. She knew his usual routine. If things went well for her he would be taking her regular morning swim at about this time. If she could find him by the pool, alone, then all she had to worry about was getting him to come with her to her house.

Anxiously she walked to her front door and opened it. She didn't step outside, though. She was afraid she would be seen by Sam, the handyman. Why did he have to choose this morning to work on the holes in the drive? Those same defects had been there for weeks and the slothful man had ignored them until today.

Susan looked through the crack in the door and silently cursed the big man. She put him in the same class with Will. She felt uncomfortable around both men. They both stared at her in the same manner. She wished the man would find some reason to return to his tool shed. She was anxious to go find Mark at the pool. But she couldn't leave now. She wouldn't give Sam the pleasure of seeing her so scantily dressed.

Her luck was better than she had hoped. Sam put his shovel back into the wheelbarrow and walked down the drive. Perhaps he was going to find a secluded spot and take a nip from the bottle Susan had seen him hiding in various places. But she wasn't concerned with his reasons far leaving. She quickly slipped out of the doorway and, after a furtive glance around, headed for the gate in the fence by the pool.

Cautiously, she opened the fence gate. If she didn't find Mark there, and alone, she would have to wait for a better opportunity.

Her heart beat faster as she saw the handsome teen swimming in the pool. He was alone. She knew not to hesitate. She might lose her nerve. She walked to the side of the pool and waited for him to swim to the end.

"Mark," she said when he finished the length of the pool.

The startled teen gasped the edge of the pool as he turned to see who was calling him. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he looked at his neighbor.

"Miss Lawrence!" he blurted.

"I didn't mean to startle you, Mark," Susan smiled sweetly.

"Oh you didn't… I… I just didn't…" he stammered as he tried to cover his embarrassment.

"Didn't recognize me?" Susan smiled. The teen didn't answer. He was too busy staring at the barely-dressed woman's astonishing body.

Susan continued. "I suppose you're used to seeing me all dressed up. I am more than a librarian, you know. I'm also a woman."

Susan could see that he was very aware of that. She had chosen well in deciding to wear the revealing blouse and shorts. The desired impact had been made. His eyes told her that.

"I came over to ask a favor of you, Mark," Susan said as she thrust her boobs out even further, "I hate to interrupt your swim, but I need a man's strong hand for this job," she smiled.

"Sure, Miss Lawrence. I'll be glad to help," he offered eagerly before she could even say what she wanted help with.

"I do appreciate this, Mark. It's rather silly. Just a stubborn cap on a coffee jar," she said sweetly, as her hungry eyes studied his half-submerged body.

"No problem," Mark said as he swung his muscular legs over the side of the pool and stood.

Susan stared for a long moment at the teen. She almost forgot to speak as she gazed hornily at the teen she intended to screw.

"I do hate to take you away from your swimming," she lied as he dried his body.

"I don't mind," he grinned. "Let me dry off so I don't track any water through your house."

Susan waited while he toweled his body. She felt the heat and moisture in her cunt. Her nipples were hard. Surely he could see them through the thin blouse. She hoped so.

"Don't worry about a little water. I think you're dry enough now," she mid with a trace of impatience in her voice.

Mark dropped the towel and automatically followed his sexy neighbor.

Susan led the way to her place. A confident smile tugged at her pretty lips as she congratulated herself on the success of her plan so far. She was also pleased to see that no other people seemed to be around to see her with Mark.

Mark was hypnotized by her undulating ass as she walked ahead of him. His cock was twitching as he stared at her swaying hips and long, sleek legs. He still hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing her in such a different way than he was used to. What was probably more shocking than her revealing clothing was the change in her personality. Had he imagined it, or was she really trying to be sexy? Not that she had to try! He glanced down at his trunks and saw the lump his cock made.

"Here, we are. Come in, Mark," Susan said as she opened her door and walked inside.

Mark walked in behind her and closed the door.

Susan turned and looked deeply into his eyes. "Let's go into the kitchen and you can do that favor for me, Mark," she said, knowing that the favor she wanted was different than the one he expected to perform.

The thought struck Mark hard. He was alone now with a beautiful woman. He felt awkward. He knew how to act around girls, but most of them were silly. He wasn't sure how to talk to an older woman. The way Miss Lawrence was dressed didn't make things any easier. He decided to help her with the jar and get out of there as quickly as he could. He stood next to the breakfast table and watched her as she took the coffee from the shelf over the sink.

"See what you can do with this," Susan said as she handed the jar to him.

Mark was sure her fingers had remained longer than necessary against his when she passed the jar to him. His hands were slippery with sweat as he twisted the cap. Stun, it came off easily.

"Now isn't that just like a woman!" Susan laughed as he gave the opened jar back to her. "I guess there are times when a woman can't do anything without a man around," she smiled at the teen.