The Library Saga 1

Three years, three months and two days.  That's how long I've
been working at the best job in the world.  Ok, maybe that's
exaggerating just a bit, but my work in the Library has provided
hours of entertainment.  From my vantage point at the reference
desk, I observe a daily parade of women of all ages and types. 
You never know from day to day what the view will be like.  The
following stories are inspired by what I have seen.

This brings me to the cast of characters.  I have cast myself as
the hero of the story (or villain I suppose, depending on your
point of view).  I am fairly average in all respects of
appearance:  medium height, medium weight, brown hair and
gray/green eyes.  These attributes have some advantages.  They
allow me, at times, to fade into the background and observe the
events of the day as they unfold.

My wife is similar, in some respects, to myself.  We are nearly
the same height and have a similar build, at least as far as
gender differences allow.  We are nearly a perfect match in all
ways.  We have been married for over 10 years and have three
children (daughters 9, 7 and 2 (God help me in about 5 years)). 
Our work schedules overlap, so we don't get to spend as much time
together as we might like, but we get together often enough.  Of
course, being married ten years and having three children has
somewhat tempered the torrid romance that we enjoyed the first
years we were together.  This is not to say that we don't enjoy
the chances we get for romantic activities.  I suppose we could
be compared to a classic car.  We may be hard to start after
sitting in the garage for a while, but once we get warmed up we
can really burn up the road.

She doesn't mind me watching other girls, but I am forbidden to
go any further.  That doesn't mean that I can't use my
imagination a bit though.

Working in a library, my coworkers, for the most part, are women.
 Librarians have the reputation for being brittle, acerbic old
hags.  Unfortunately, that is true for some of them.  There are,
however, exceptions.

Sandra, one of our behind the scenes people that processes the
incoming books, is young, voluptuous and fashions herself as
something of a goth.  She is single.

Kate is also young.  She is slender and bookish, but sweet and
gentle.  She is newly married.

Cassandra is very tall and athletic.  She has a dry sense of
humor.  She is married as well.

Kelly is short and curvy (she might be described as mousy I
suppose).  She is also married.

Marisol just started at the Library.  She is a curvy Latina.  She
is so new, I don't know whether she is married or not.

Belle is "girl next door" pretty.  She has nice curves and long,
curly, light brown hair.  She is married.

Vivian is medium height and slender.  I don't believe she is
currently married, but she has twin daughters about 4 years old.

There is also a group of teenage girls (well, most of them are
girls anyway (there are a few boys, but I don't really go for
those kind of backdoor shenanigans, if you know what I mean))
that re-shelve items and straighten furniture.  They are legally
unavailable, but that doesn't stop me from admiring them.

They are each beautiful in one way or another, but Paige is
probably the cream of the crop.  She is tall and slender with
long blonde hair and a very fair complexion.  Even though she is
slender, she is developing some very nice curves.

Hannah is shorter, somewhat fuller figured and curvy. She has
medium length straight brown hair.  She is also a cheerleader at
her high school (yum).

Luna is a well proportioned African American girl. She's on the
dance team at her school and it shows (her body is, in a word,
fantastic).   She wears her hair fairly short and she usually
wears it pulled back.

Kim is the newest girl.  She is a nice medium in about
everything.  She also has nice fair skin and a few freckles.

Sherrie has been here the longest of the group (she has actually
been here longer than I have).  She also has a fantastic body. 
Every time I see her, I look her up and down (mostly down, she
has wonderful legs).  She has a fairly dark complexion and long
brown hair with a spiral- curled perm.  I believe she is in her
second year of college, and of legal age incidentally.

When I see Maggie, I instantly think Irish (I don't know whether
she is or not).  She has long, straight blonde hair, a fair
complexion with an elfish upturned nose and rosy cheeks.  She is
a cross country runner at school and has a slender, athletic
build.

These teenage positions have a lot of turnover (they usually
graduate from high school and move on).  That provides a fairly
steady stream of fresh faces and bodies to enjoy.

Well, that's the regular cast.  There are, of course, more
stereotypical librarian types as well as a few men at the
library.  They will be included and introduced as necessary.

As this is a public library, there will also be a cast of
thousands of more transient players.  These run the gamut from
tight little teeny- boppers to frail grandmotherly types (thought
I doubt many of the grandmothers will be useful for the purposes
of these chapters.

These stories are inspired by my life.


Chapter One:  Sent Packing

I suppose I should start with how I got to where I am.  I've had
several jobs in my life.  I used to work with my father in two or
three businesses (mostly revolving around security equipment). 
Eventually we were working on a startup project that involved a
lot of travel to Europe (but that is another story).  My wife, at
this time, was a stay- at-home mom.  That company ran out of
money before we were able to finish developing the product and
make some sales.  It was a crushing blow to me personally.

Life goes on, however, so we both went back to work. She got a
job at the hospital (she's an RN).  I ended up at a relatively
large local computer manufacturer.  I actually worked as a temp,
contracted to a very large IT outsource supplier to whom the
computer company outsourced their IT operations.  I got to work
for two cluster-fuck companies at the same time, yeah baby.  Of
course, opportunities for advancement were virtually nil.

That gig was going to end after about a year.  I spent most of
that year browsing the various want ads and career sites. I
wasn't holding too much hope of finding a job in the same town,
so I was actually looking in a larger city about 90 miles away. 
I accidentally found an advertisement for a position at the
public library in my town.  Talk about luck.

The position was a perfect fit for me.  Half of the time is
devoted to computer and software maintenance and the other half
to the reference desk.  The pay is pretty good and the benefits
are great (city job woohoo!!!).

Little did I realize when I was hired, that I would be presented,
on almost a daily basis, a bountiful buffet of beautiful bodies
to admire (please forgive the alliteration, I am a librarian).

In addition to the desirable women that I work with, there is a
string of women and girls that parade through the library. There
are many "regulars" that we see often.  There are many more that
you may only see once or twice.  The most wonderful thing is that
often they must talk to me.  I still haven't gotten over the fact
that, sometimes, I am REQUIRED to ask a beautiful girl for her
telephone number.  Dear Lord, what a racket.  A less upstanding
person than I could really make some time (but likely be fired
when someone found out).  I intend to stay at this job for a good
long time, there are too many benefits.

Within my first couple of weeks on the reference desk a very
noticeable woman came in.  I would guess she was early twenties.
She was obviously Asian and wore her long black hair tied back to
reveal a slender, graceful neck. She was dressed in very tight,
pale yellow jeans.  Her top half was adorned with one of those
halter type tops that have the puffy or ruffled sleeves.  The
bodice part was tight over her tummy and breasts, and the
neckline was cut to show ample cleavage.  Her breasts were large
for her frame and were set high and proud on her chest.  If he
was wearing a bra, it was sheer enough to be of little
consequence, as I could easily make out the outline of her dark
nipples against her skin.  Her tummy was flat and tight and drew
the eye directly to the waistband of her low rise jeans.

She approached the reference desk and asked, in accented but
perfectly understandable English "May I use an internet
computer?"

After asking her if she had a Library card (which is required to
log into the internet for time control purposes (she didn't)), I
led her to one of the internet machines which would leave her
standing nearly directly in front of me about 15 feet away.

As I logged the guest card number into the system, she stood
right at my left elbow.  A quick (but lingering) glance from the
corner of my eye was rewarded with a view down the front of her
blouse.  The view was inspiring and, in fact, was starting to
inspire a bulge in the front of my pants.  I don't know that she
noticed, if she did, she discretely ignored it.  I imagine a girl
that looks like her is used to attention, and reactions along
those lines.  The skin of her décolletage was smooth, tan and
flawless.  I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric. 
They were at least semi-erect.  The sight nearly caused my heart
to skip a beat.

I finished logging her in and gave her a few instructions.  As I
gave her the instructions, I looked into her eyes.  They were a
beautiful amber/brown and seemed to glow from within.  My voice
quivered a little, and I nearly forgot to breathe.  The corners
of her mouth twitched into a barely perceptible smile, which
broadened as she thanked me for my assistance.

I, of course, replied with all the grace and suave elegance of
James Bond (if he was suffering from a debilitating concussion).
"No problem."

For the first time that I can remember, I actually had the urge
to say truthfully, "The pleasure was all mine."  But, alas, I
remained mute and retreated to the bastion of the reference desk.

I don't believe my eyes left her while she remained at her
computer.  The computers face the reference desk, so she was
positioned with her back to me.  My gaze traveled up and down her
body several times.  Her long, elegant legs were perched atop a
set of low heeled sandals that exposed most of her foot.  The
denim of her jeans cradled a perfect, tight ass (her jeans were
tight enough that I could tell she carried nothing in her
pockets).  The small of her back was exposed by the top she was
wearing.  The skin looked every bit as perfect as it was in her
cleavage.  The lacey edge of the top of her panties poked above
the waistband at the top of her pale yellow denim jeans. Her long
hair hid the back of her neck from my view (maybe I could ask her
to put it up for a while).  Her fingers danced lightly over the
keys as she checked her email.

After she stood for a while she shifted positions a bit.  I don't
know where they learn it, but some girls have this natural
ability to stand in the sexiest way.  She bent her right leg and
braced it by placing her right foot on her left leg near her
knee.  She balanced there with the elegance of some Asian crane.
For some reason I had a desire to try my hand at origami (Dewey
#: 736.982).  I was entranced to say the least.  Her every
movement was a study in gracefulness.

She finished her task on the internet and logged off. As she
walked by my desk, she flashed a warm smile and thanked me again.
 Her breasts lightly jiggled with every step.  I was left with
another inspiring view of her backside as she headed toward the
elevator.  Her hips swaying, every so slightly as she moved.  I
think I caught her glancing back toward me (perhaps just to
confirm that I was indeed watching her (they always know, don't
they)).  As the doors opened, she entered and selected the button
for the ground floor.  Then she turned around, a warm smile
spreading on her face.  The doors closed and she was gone.  I was
left with the memory of that smile, the gleam in her eyes, and a
sweet, but somehow spicy scent in the air.  I don't know if it
was her perfume or her lunch that I might have been smelling
(didn't really care either, for that matter, the smell certainly
indicated something good to eat).

I was in a bit of a haze for the rest of the shift. About all I
remember is attempting to stay behind the desk for the rest of
the shift because of my raging hard-on.  Staying behind the desk
wasn't much of a problem (I didn't yet know where much of
anything was).  This provided ample time to reflect on the beauty
that I had just witnessed.  Reflection on the subject did little
to ease my erection, of course.

I drove home in that semi-automatic way that you do sometimes. 
You look up and realize you've gone a mile or so, and don't
remember anything about it.

When I got home, the sight of my wife bending over the oven to
remove our dinner reawakened the desires that I had experienced
before.  It was a simple matter to redirect those desires to my
wife (fortunately).  I sidled up behind her and, after making
sure she had put down the casserole, wrapped my arms around her
from behind. The little twitch in her body told me she hadn't
heard me enter.  But she soon melted into my arms.  My hands
moved gently up to cup her breasts (they aren't huge (B cups) but
they certainly suit the purpose at hand).  I could feel her
nipples stiffen into the palms of my hands. My erect cock pressed
against her ass.  She gently rotated her hips so that her ass
stroked my cock.

No words passed between us, but the communication was abundant. 
It was obvious what I wanted.  It was apparent she was willing. 
One problem, the kids were running around the house.  The joys of
my life were a serious threat to nip this little interlude in the
bud.  Thanks to our extensive video collection, however, they
were soon settled in front of one of the very fine movie
offerings of the Disney Company.  We may not get the whole 89
minute runtime, but we have become very efficient in our
lovemaking just for that reason.

I followed my wife up the stairs.  Her ass wiggled provocatively
in my face.  I slid my hands slowly up her legs and under her
shorts to gently squeeze her ass cheeks.  She squealed a little
bit and quickened her pace to get away from me (I'll never know
why she doesn't make me go first when I get this way).  We
scurried down the hall to the bedroom.  I was pulling the bottom
of her t-shirt up as we closed and hooked the little lock on the
door.

The shirt rising revealed a pale expanse of her stomach (working
moms don't have too much time to tan you know).  Her bra was soon
exposed and her nipples pressed against the satiny fabric. She
reached down and tugged at my shirt to un-tuck it and pulled it
off over my head.  I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her
against me.  The heat of her flesh nearly overwhelmed me as our
lips pressed together.  Our tongues began the dance that we have
danced a thousand times.

I slid my hands up her back to the clasp of her bra. Through
years of dedication and diligent practice, I can unfasten her bra
in about 3.4 seconds.  Her breasts, released from the support of
the bra, pressed against my chest.  I reached up between us and
pulled her bra down as she let the straps slide off her arms.

We continued our savage tongue battle (it always ends up a tie)
as we melted into each other's arms again.  My throbbing cock
pressed between her legs and she rubbed against it as if trying
to force it through our clothing to complete the connection she
desired.  My hands traveled down the smooth skin of her back to
cup her round, firm ass cheeks.  As my hands were working toward
her ass, I kissed down to her chin.  Then I continued kissing
around her jaw toward her ear.  I nipped at her earlobe a bit,
she shivered and moaned into my hair. Then I continued down her
neck.  I pulled her hard against me, nearly lifting her off the
floor.  She moaned again as I continued kissing down her chest
toward her breasts.

I took her right nipple in my mouth and rolled it around a bit
with my tongue.  Her breathing got deeper and she pulled my head
against her chest.  I slid my right hand up her side and again
cupped her left breast.  I began gently rolling her nipple
between my fingers.  Over the next few minutes, I began
increasing the pressure, both of the suction on her right nipple
and the finger manipulation of her left.  Her breathing began to
get more ragged and soft moans were escaping her lips.  Soon I
was nearly biting her right nipple and pulling and twisting her
left just until a gasp escaped her lips.

After a few seconds of working on her nipples, I switch so that
my mouth covered her right nipple and my right hand began work on
her left.  She began rotating her hips faster and harder against
my raging erection.

I left my mouth on her breast to continue working on her nipples,
switching from one to the other occasionally.  My hands worked
their way down to unfasten her shorts.  I pushed them down her
thighs to about her knees and let them drop to the floor.  She
stepped out of them and returned the favor by unfastening my
khaki's and pulling them off.  Since my underwear was doing
little to hide my cock in the state it was in, she pulled the
waistband over my throbbing cock and push them down my legs.

As she was bending down to push my underwear down my legs, she
captured the end of my cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue
around the head while sucking gently.  It wouldn't take long to
bring me off that way, but I had other plans for what was sure to
be a huge load of cum.

I pulled her up and kissed her hard on the lips.  She returned
the kiss with enthusiasm.  I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of
her panties and pulled them down her legs.  While I was bent
down, I returned her favor, burying my nose in the soft brown,
neatly trimmed, curls between her legs.  I gently lapped at her
clit a few times as she tried to spread her legs to allow me
better access (she was still standing).

I guided her to the bed and gently pushed her back onto it.  She
lay back on the bed with her feet still on the floor.  I kissed
my way up one from one knee toward her pussy.  I again teased her
clit with my tongue.

I would like nothing more than to spend an hour with my head
between her legs, but with the kids only downstairs, I knew time
was of the essence.  In any case, she was more than ready anyway;
her juices were nearly flowing down the insides of her thighs.

I motioned for her to move up the bed to give me a place to get
between her legs.  She willingly complied and slid up high enough
to lay her head on her pillow, the whole time staring into my
eyes.  I slid up between her legs and positioned my cock at the
entrance to her pussy.  She swiveled her hips up slightly to
allow me a better angle.

I pushed the head of my cock inside her and she moaned quietly. 
After waiting a few seconds and sliding back and forth just a bit
to spread her lubrication around on my cock, I pushed deep
insider her.  A low moan escaped her lips, and her eyes closed,
as I speared her as deep as I could.  After I was all the way in,
I stayed still inside her for a bit to allow her to adjust.  I
rested my upper body on my elbows and bent my head down to nibble
and suck on her tits.

She started to rotate her hips to signal that she was ready to
continue.  I kissed my way up her chest to her neck, and
eventually her lips.  As we kissed long and deep, I slowly drew
my cock out, till the head was again just at the entrance to her
pussy.  I pushed in deep again.  I could feel her cervix rubbing
against the head of my cock as I pushed to her depths.

I continued to stroke back and forth, nearly pulling out of her
each time, then pushing back deep inside her.  With each stroke,
I gradually quickened the pace of my thrusts, and a soft moan
escaped her lips each time I fully entered her.  After a few
minutes, I slid up a little higher on her body.  This changed the
angle that my cock entered her so that my shaft was rubbing
against her clit with each stroke.

The intensity of her moans increased (but not the volume), and a
blush started to spread across her neck and chest.  Soon, her
head was thrashing from side to side, and her mouth clamped shut.
 She made no noise at all for about 15 seconds or so.  Then she
finally had to gasp for breath.  Her pussy clamped down on my
cock.  It pulled to the surface the climax that had been building
all afternoon.  My cum gushed deep inside her as I slammed once
more to her depths.


"Ohhh, gawd." Escaped our lips, almost in unison. Every muscle in
both our bodies was tense as we tried to push closer to each
other as if to merge into one being.  With each heartbeat,
another spasm rushed through my body, and another spurt of my cum
flooded her pussy.  I could feel it surrounding my cock and
mixing with her waiting juices.

I slowly began to regain my other senses and started to gingerly
move my cock within her again.  When any part of me touched her,
now hypersensitive, clit her entire body would body would spasm
and quiver as if being hit with a jolt of electricity.

We finally collapsed in an exhausted heap, our breathing still
heavy from the exertion.  My cock slowly began to wither inside
her and I rolled to lie next to her.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Mommy?" called one of our daughters.  Their timing is nothing if
not impeccable.