Mark Smith - Turned on librarian

But she was too late.

Beth was already on her way back, the same dreamy expression on her face that she had worn the other night after her encounter with the stranger.

"That was quick," Lisa laughed.

"What do you mean?" Beth replied suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing. Just that it was quicker than the other night."

They were behind the desk again now, and Lisa could tell that Beth was trying to figure out how much she knew. What should she tell her?

Everything? Or just a little?

"Tell me something," Lisa asked in a conspiratorial whisper. "Just how good is his cock?"

Beth almost fell out of her chair. This was too much. Lisa talking like that? It was incredible.

"About eight inches good," she replied, once she had regained her composure. She half expected Lisa to blush in spite of what she had just said a moment earlier, but she was wrong.

"More like seven. Let's not exaggerate."

"How do you know?" Beth asked, once again suspicious.

"I saw it; you weren't very good about drawing the drapes all the way in the special collection room."

For a moment Beth didn't say anything. Then she just shrugged non-committally. "Guess you can't win 'em all."

"I'd say you came out all right on that one," Lisa replied. "I just wish you'd spread the wealth around a little bit."

Once again Beth couldn't believe what she was hearing. What in the world had come over Little Miss Stuffy?

"I'm afraid I'm gonna keep him to myself. But use your imagination; there are plenty of others around. You just have to find them."

The conversation ended there, but it had given Lisa an idea. Why not? If Beth could do it, why couldn't she?

The answer was obvious.

She could do whatever she wanted. If not with the guy Beth had come up with, then with somebody else. She would just have to keep her eyes open.

For the next three days Lisa kept her eyes open, but it wasn't until Thursday night that an opportunity to exercise her newfound freedom presented itself. When it did, she wasted no time taking advantage of it.

The man was vaguely familiar to her. In fact, she remembered that his name was George, although she couldn't be certain about it. But the one thing she did remember was that whenever he came into the library he looked at her like he was going to devour her.

Well, tonight, maybe he'd get a chance to do just that.

On his way in George glanced over toward the main desk and saw that one of the girls, Lisa, was looking at him. He smiled and waved to her just like he always did, pleased this time that she seemed to be noticing him.

Christ, would I like to get in her pants! he thought to himself as he made his way up the stairs to the second floor. She was definitely the number-one reason he came here to this library instead of going to one of the branches in the suburbs where he lived with his wife and two kids. The other one, the brunette, wasn't bad either, but it was the blonde that went straight to his cock every time he thought about her.

Oh well, enough daydreaming.

There was nobody else on the second floor, but that wasn't surprising since it was after ten. George made his way slowly along an aisle. At the end of it there was a small, enclosed lounge; he could stay there for a while and read before the library closed.

Not long after he had settled back into a chair, George heard a sound behind him. He turned to see what it was, and was surprised to find the blonde librarian standing behind him next to a stepladder.

"Hi," she smiled to him, "would you mind helping me out for a second?"

"Sure," George replied, getting up from his seat. He couldn't believe his good fortune. But what did she want him to do?

"Just hold this steady while I climb up. It's kind of shaky."

George didn't say anything, but it did occur to him that the ladder didn't seem shaky in the least. But that didn't matter.

Then suddenly George's jaw dropped about three inches. The girl had climbed above him and for a fleeting moment he had caught a glimpse of something he couldn't believe.

He looked up again.

It was unbelievable, but there was no question about it. The girl was naked beneath the skirt she wore; all George had to do was look up and he could see her soft blonde cunt about two feet above his head.

And she was making no effort to hide it.

George swallowed hard.

Something told him that this was all planned, and that the girl had something in mind. But what?

From where she stood on the ladder, Lisa felt positively devilish. She knew that the man was looking up her skirt at her naked cunt, and she loved it.

Absolutely loved it!

But now it was time to make her move, and she knew she had to make up her mind just what to do. Originally she had intended to lure him into the special collection room, but now she had a better idea.

Why not right here? In the lounge? It wasn't as private as the special collection room, but it did have the advantage of a couch. And besides, the slim possibility of being caught, she realized, only added toter excitement.

"Well, I guess it's not here," she announced, and began to climb down. "Thanks anyway, though."

"Not at all. It was my pleasure," George replied, his voice a little hoarse. As she stepped off the ladder her right tit brushed lightly against his arm.

George swallowed again; he knew he had to do something. There was no way he could let an opportunity like this slip away.

"By the way," Lisa said over her shoulder, then turned to face him, "how would you like to fuck me?"

She was gratified to see the incredulous look on the man's face; this was how she had wanted it to be. She was in control, and she was loving it.

"Here?" George asked, his heart pounding and his cock already jumping to attention.

"No," Lisa giggled. "Here," she said, pulling up her skirt and indicating her naked cunt. Then she turned and walked around the corner into the lounge.

George followed feverishly.

Once in the lounge, Lisa knew what she was going to do. The more she felt the control of the situation flowing to her, the more she found that she liked it. She was going to have this man, but she was going to have him exactly the way she wanted him.

"Sit down," she told him.

He sat.

Lisa stood in front of him, looking down into his hungry eyes. Then she silently pulled her sweater over her head and released her bra. Her nipples were hard, taut, and she could feel his eyes licking the milky globes.

Still without saying anything, she released the clasp that held her skirt up and let it fall to the floor.

Now she was completely naked.

"I've seen you watching me every time you come in here," she whispered to him. "Well, now's your chance. Come here."

He got up and crossed until he was standing directly in front of her. They were about the same height.

"I want you to lick my cunt."

George didn't need a second invitation. She had the juiciest, silkiest cunt he had ever seen. As he dropped to his knees she sank back into a chair so that her dripping twat was displayed prominently in front of him.

"Lick it," Lisa commanded, spreading her legs wide. When she did, her cunt lips parted slightly and a small, sticky rivulet of her honey pulsed out of the hungry opening.

George groaned, then plunged his head between her legs.

At the first touch of his tongue Lisa felt a shudder run through her body. She didn't even know this man, and yet here he was licking and sucking her cunt like he owned it.

Somehow, this realization only heightened her excitement. As did the sound of forbidden words rolling off her tongue.

"Yessssss… suck me… eat me… lick me dry… lick me clean…" she groaned, rotating her hips and thrusting her crotch into his face.