4 comments/ 28652 views/ 0 favorites Dear Abbie By: jthserra Dear Abbie Dear Abbie, I have run into a problem and I need your advice. You see, I have never been much of a ladies man, so what I have run into recently has been a unique experience for me. It all began when I went to the library for some research. A number of the texts I needed were listed as "See Librarian", so I took my list of required reading up to the main desk. The librarian was an attractive woman, with dark curly hair that rolled nicely on her shoulders. I guess you could call her stacked; her blouse opened up at her neck and ran down to where I could see a hint of her black bra. Careful not to browse too long, I did notice a mole, just above the bra line on her right side. Looking up, I looked through some large, dark rimmed glasses that magnified her deep, brown eyes. She looked inquisitively at me, "May I help you sir?" She then smiled with glistening red lips that seemed to sparkle. "I, ah, I need to find some books. I... I looked in the computer, but... but it said to see you." "See me?" "Well, ah... I mean, it said to see librarian," I whispered nervously. "Well, that's me," she replied, with a wink. Now Abbie, I didn't have much experience with women, but it almost seemed like she was coming on to me. Not in what she said, but more in the way she was saying it. When she first started talking to me, she began to run her fingers through a single curl that hung down her front. As she played with it, it kind of dangled over her breast. It was so distracting. I stood there waiting for her to tell me what to do to find the books I needed. But she didn't speak, and besides the twirling of her hair, she didn't move. I waited and she waited. She seemed almost mesmerized. "Ah, what can I do about the books?" "Oh, yes," she almost jumped, as if awakened. "They're probably in our secure area. They do that for some of the older books. Give me your list and I'll help you find them," she said moving out from behind the counter. I followed her into a large room divided by tall stacks of books on modern looking rolling shelves. Everything in there looked high tech, from the furniture, the lighting, to the odd designs in the carpet. In spite of the modern appearance, I could detect the faint musty smell I always associated with old book stores, a rather pleasant odor I have to admit. Seemingly sensing what I was doing, she whispered, "Don't you just love that book smell; something about it just gets me going." "Yes, it is pretty nice." "The first book is up there," she said, pointing to the top shelf. "I can't reach it." I expected her to move back a step to give me room to reach the book, but she didn't move, she just stood there pointing with one hand, twirling her hair with the other. To reach the book I had to squeeze in front of her and stand on my tip-toes. As I reached, I could feel her breasts brush against by back, as if she leaned forward. "Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry," I said, grabbing the book and moving to the side. Her hands were on her breasts now, not covering them, but almost toying with them. "Oh don't be sorry," she said, as her eyes traveled up my body in a slow, languid climb. "I liked it." We stood there, staring at each other. I felt my cock tighten as it pressed against my pants. "The other book?" I asked. "I think it's down there," she said, kneeling before me. "Yes, this is what I want." Abbie, she was reaching for a book, but staring at the large tent in my pants. I froze, unsure of what to do, I wanted to adjust myself, make it less obvious, but she was staring right at it. "Is this what you want?" she asked, still staring at my cock. I grabbed the book from her and went to turn, but she grabbed my hips, holding me there. She then leaned her face forward, and pointing her tongue, she just barely touched the material of my pants, there at the tip of my cock. "Is this what you want?" she asked again, this time reaching a hand to me and closing it around my cock. "Yes," I mumbled. She looked up at my face as she squeezed her hand. The sensation I felt nearly buckled my knees, It has been a long time since a woman had touched me like that. She reached with her other hand and slowly drew the zipper down. I wanted to help her, but my arms were full of books. I turned to put them down, but she used my cock to twist me back. "Don't move," she whispered ferociously. She slipped her hand in my pants and pulled the underwear over my shaft and hooked it under my balls. She then pressed her nose tight up against me, pressing into my hair. "The only smell I like better than books is this," she said taking in a deep breath. "And here I can have both." She began stroking me, pressing her fist tight to my pubic hair and sliding it out over the head. With just a few strokes, I began breathing very heavy and pressing to match her stroke. "Oh no, not so fast. You just be a speed reader." "It's been a while," I replied. "Oh I can see that but we mustn't stain the carpet," I heard as the head disappeared into her mouth. He tongue immediately began circling me as I shivered at the sensation. She then leaned forward taking me deep into her mouth and quickly sliding back. It was like nothing I had ever felt, the incredible suction, the delicate tongue, and the damn sexy slurping sound she made. With only a couple more dives of her head, I felt my balls tighten and I came, spurting my hot, whiteness into her mouth. I felt her swallow as I continued to pulse in her mouth. As her head pulled away from me, I watched a thin strand of come dangle between her lips and the tip of my cock. It sparkled like her lips, hung in midair, then she drew her hand underneath it just as it broke away. "Like I said, mustn't stain the carpet." She then licked her fingers. Before I could move to put the books down, she reached into my pants, slipped the underwear over my, now softening, cock and zipped my pants up. She slowly stood up and stared into my eyes. "Only two of these books can be checked out at a time," she whispered as she began walking to the door. "If you need any more, be sure to check with me later." Abbie, I could only follow her out of the door and up to the counter where I checked out the books and left. This leads me to my dilemma, what do I do now? It's been three weeks now and I have been afraid to go back, afraid of what she did after I left. The books are due and I don't know what to do. Help me Abbie.         --Overdue in Texas. Dear Overdue: For fuck's sake, return the books. Hell, if my librarian did the Dewey Decimal on my dong I'd be returning and checking out books every day. Take your books, return them, and then continue your "research". Dear Abbie: Your dong? You're a man?         -- Still Overdue in Texas. Dear Still Overdue: Yes I'm a man, where did you think you were sending your letter? This is Dear Abernathy, Abbie for short. Did you think I was that other one, that prim and proper, fair haired lady? Hey, you can write her if you want, but man, you got to continue your research. Either that or get me the address of that library and I'll do some research. Dear Abbie: Well, I took your advice. I returned the books and paid the overdue fee. The same librarian took the books and the money from me. She wore a long dress, with a slit up the side and a conservative blouse, but had the top three buttons unbuttoned. As she looked over the books, she handled them delicately, carefully placing them on the counter behind her. She looked back at me and asked nicely, "Is there anything else I can help you with?" I hesitated for a moment: she hadn't recognized me. It was as if this was the first time we ever met. She tilted her head slightly and I realized she was waiting for my response. "Well, ah, yes. You see, I was in here last week. Some special research, you helped me check out those books... from back there," I pointed. "These books?" I nodded my head toward the books on the counter behind her. "Yes, those." "And?" Still no hint of recognition. "Well, ah, I need to get some more just like them." She nodded, "Okay, which ones do you need?" Flummoxed, I mumbled, "Oh, I'm not sure, I need to look on the shelves." "No, no that is not allowed back there, library rules you see. You need to tell me what books you want, and I will get those for you. You are free to come in there and work at a table, but I have to retrieve and replace any books you use," she recited. "They are pretty strict about what goes on back there." Damn Abbie, she didn't remember a thing. I wondered what could have happened since the last time I was there. "If you need some specific book, I can take you there, but I need the book information. There's the catalogue, or you can use one of the computers over there," she continued, pointing at a bank of computers. Well, I did have some more research so I thanked her and headed to the computers. After about 10 minutes I had a list of several books that were listed as "See Librarian". I took my list up to the counter. After helping two people in line in front of me, she looked up through her dark rimmed glasses and smiled. "Ah, you have a list for me." "Yes," I replied. "Well follow me." She walked slowly toward the research room. As she opened the door I could hear her quietly gasp, as the first wafts of that old book smell rolled over us. I thought she might remember what happened before, but she simply led me through the stacks. Finding the two books, she handed them to me. "You can use the table over there. Now those back shelves you can browse through, as long as I am here with you. And if you need anything off of these front shelves, let me know." I placed the books on the table and wandered to the back shelves. Kind of confused, I wandered through the shelves, not really looking, just trying to figure it all out. After about five minutes wandering aimlessly, I headed back towards the table. As I rounded around the last shelf, I could see her sitting at the table. She was actually sitting on the table, with one leg dangling, the other leg bent with her foot on the table's surface. Her panties hung from her dangling foot and her dress was pulled up above her waist. She held a book in her left hand and was running her lips along the binding, all the time breathing deeply through her nose. Her right hand was between her legs as she rubbed her clit with two fingers. As I paused to take in the sight, she dipped the two fingers inside herself and returned them, now glistening, to her clit. I simply stood and watched for a few moments, until she started slightly, noticing me watching her. "I just love the scent of these books." She smiled, removing her hand from between her legs and motioning, with one sparkling finger, for me to come to her. I adjusted my erection and walked quickly over to her, as I got close, she reached up to my shoulder and pressed downward, guiding me to my knees. Then slipped her right leg over my shoulder and used her foot to pull me closer to her. As I moved to her opening, she reached her right hand to her lips and parted them for me. She did all this without moving the book away from her face. I pointed my tongue and darted it over her clit several times before diving it deep into her opening. I felt the tart, almost burning sensation roll over my taste buds as I curled my tongue inside her. Her hand pulled away from her lips and grabbed my head, pulling it to her. Her fingers curled through my hair as she pressed her hips forward. Turning my head to gasp for breath, I took a finger and slipped it inside her, now dripping pussy. With a deep breath I turned my head back to her and began circling her clit with my tongue, mimicking its movement with my finger, still deep inside her. Her moans were not whispered as she pumped herself onto my face. "Oh, yes... yes. That's it, yes," she said, her voice seeming to boom off the bookshelves. She suddenly arched her back, opening her legs to me as wide as she could. Her hands moved behind, bracing her as she pressed her hips forward. I slid a second finger inside her as she breathed out a loud, "Ugh." I felt her inner pulsations and stopped moving my fingers and tongue. I rested my head on her thigh, but left my two fingers inside, savoring each contraction. She caressed my head, running her fingers through my hair. In a moment or two, she sat up straight and pulled on my head, coaxing me to stand up. I pulled my fingers from inside her, put my hand on the table for support and carefully stood up. My knees ached from kneeling and I heard an audible pop when I straightened one. Once I was standing, she immediately grabbed my belt and pulled me close to her. She unhooked the belt, unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, letting them fall to my ankles. She then took the elastic in my underwear, eased it out around my hard cock and let them fall to my knees. As I wiggled a bit to get the jockeys to fall down to my ankles, she gently took me in her hands and began to stroke. She leaned down, getting her face near my erection and took a deep breath through her nose. She sat up and looked at me. "You were here before, a couple of weeks ago." "A little over three," I replied. "Ah, I remember you now," she smiled. She slid forward to the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide. "Yes, I remember... and I want more." She pulled on my erection with one hand and opened herself with the other. I leaned into her, feeling her lips close over me. I pressed slowly into her depth, feeling the wet, silken walls folding over my cock. I grabbed her ass and pushed deeper. As my full length pierced her to the hilt, I heard her suddenly inhale. I slid back slowly, trying to hold off my oncoming wave. I paused and then slowly, ever so slowly pressed into her. I repeated the motion, withdrawing and pushing so slowly. This slow teasing seemed to work her into a frenzy as her head rocked from side to side. She moaned with each slow inch of me, until she could bear it no more. She grabbed my ass and pulled me quickly deep inside her. "Fuck me now, hard. Fuck me hard," she said, nearly screaming. I pulled back and quickly plunged into her. Again and again I pressed, feeling myself coming closer, and closer to explosion. She wrapped her legs around my hips and seemed to growl. Well, that was all I could take and I unloaded into her in hot gushing spurts. I felt my cock spurt over and over, deep into her soaking pussy. I held her ass pulling her as tight to me as I could, pressing my cock as deep into her as it would go. She threw her arms over my shoulders and went limp her head bumping into my forehead. Her breath was ragged, but slowing some when I felt the contraction within her. We came together, but I was so lost in the intense sensation that until that moment, I had no idea how she felt. After a few moments she moved back a bit, rubbed her forehead and looked at me. "Ouch, that hurt." "Yes, it did hurt." "I am sorry, I got so lost in that I didn't know what I was doing," she whispered. Remembering she was in a library, I guess she figured she'd better be quiet. "Wow, we better get ourselves together here." I withdrew from her and pulled up my pants. My cock, still glistening from her disappeared into you underwear. I buttoned my pants, pulled up the zipper and fixed my belt. "Could you hand me that," she asked, pointing to her panties. I picked them up and handed them to her. I watched as she carefully pulled them up over her hips. She then flipped her dress back down. It seemed wrinkled, but after a few brushes with her hands, it looked presentable. She quickly took my books, stacked and handed them to me. She slipped down from the table and walked toward the door. "Wait a minute." She turned and looked at me inquisitively. "Now this is the second time we've done this," I noticed an eyebrow perk up as I spoke, "and I don't even know your name." "It's May, as in maybe..." "Maybe what?" "Maybe if you look at your bookmark there you'll notice you have my number," she said with a grin. Sure enough, her phone number was nicely printed on the bookmark. When I looked up, she was walking through the door into the main library. By the time I reached the door, she had gone behind the counter and was helping a customer. I went to get in her line, but another librarian whispered to me, "I can help you here." I wandered over and put the books on the desk. She quickly checked them out and handed them to me. "They're due back in three weeks. Is there anything else I can help you with?" she said with a strange sparkle in her eye. "No thank you," I said and quietly walked out of the door. Now Abbie, I am confused again. Do I need to wait for three weeks before I go back?         -- Waiting in Texas Dear Waiting, No you don't have to wait. You have her number, call her now! Dear Abbie, I was talking about when I could go back to the library and see the other one.         -- Still Waiting in Texas Dear Still Waiting, The other librarian? Ah men, we are such gorgeous pigs, aren't we?