Straight Male / 35
This transcended an embarrassing moment. Just out of school I worked at a large publishing house, one that has swallowed a dozen old line imprints and was then publishing mostly junk for the masses with giant promotion campaigns to push the shit. I was a "reader" and wrote cover on incoming submissions that had not been editorially approved so it was mostly garbage. The job sucked but it was the opening job that lead to an editor's desk.
After two years of looking around, I noted one young lady, Victoria by name, a year or so younger than I. She was not a knock-out but had a quiet demeanor and was bright. I was slowly inching her way toward a relationship and perhaps an intimate one. There were a lot of middle aged women, few married and none that showed promise as anything but co-workers. We had a large, old library and stacks that brought the library size to that of the library at my Alma Mater. The head librarian, Ms. Frankel, was a woman of around 50 but in tip-top shape, as they used to say, and as I noted, did calisthenics here and there sometimes lifting books up and down. She sat up like a British Colonel with a sharply straight back and always had a serious expression on her face.
I had no use for the library except for its heavily used reference books, those deeper than the Thesaurus and dictionary on my desk. I visited the library around three to four times a week, always offering a greeting to Ms. Frankel who would not even look up most times. When she did, her facial expression was unchanged but once or twice I glanced back and she was still looking my way. She also had the kind of desk that allowed her to work standing up and cold be raised and dropped. Most of the time she worked standing up, cataloging or working on some kind of ledger. Ms. Frankel wore tailor made suits and could pass for a shopper at some upscale store downtown. Once in a while I would try to tell her how attractive I found her but she allowed no opening for it.
It happened that my relationship with Victoria seemed to flower a bit and we dated once or twice a month. I used to try to have her join me in a cup of tea in the downstairs shop. Once in a while, I noticed Ms. Frankel, who was nearly always the last to leave the office, pass by, stop, look at us together and continue on. Another year passed and I began to think of leaving the publisher for some other work. I was not happy. The Victoria relationship was stalled in the tea-shop and I was losing interest in pursuing her.
What took place one day was so radically different than my terribly boring life reading garbage mostly from
people who had not learned how to use English, ostensibly their first language. I received a note from Ms. Frankel who wanted to see me in the library half an hour after the office closed. Searching my memory banks I could not imagine why the invitation. The library's door shade was pulled down but I noted the door cracked a bit so I entered, looking toward Ms. Frankel's desk. She was there, leaning against her desk with nothing on below her waist.
My head spun with amazement and immediately, I noticed her magnificent rear with dimpled, gluteal muscles that seemed carved from marble. Just standing there, something made me check to see if the door was closed because I imagined someone else around even that late. Ms. Frankel said, "Do you need a written invitation?" Blurting out, "Oh no, no." I went to her and dropped on my knees and rubbed her ass all over my face. I began to lick everything I could find and found myself sporting an erection that surprised even me. Ms. Frankel was moaning and said, Good, good --- don't stop loving all of it."
Standing up, I shoved my erection into her, finding it very wet and receptive. She moaned again and said, "Ohhhh, so good, get it in deep, deep into me." For around five minutes I drove in and our of Ms. Frankel and she moved with me sometimes, other times, swung from side to side and somehow it entered her totally. While slamming away I heard someone clearing their throat and slightly turned. There, sitting at a nearby desk was Victoria. She had a
"if looks could kill" expression on her face. Oddly enough, the fact caused me to have an orgasm and I could feel Ms. Frankel there, right along with me. We came together while Victoria's eyes bulged.
As it turned out, Ms. Frankel had planned it all to show Victoria, who turned out to be her daughter, what a
real 'dirt-bag" I really was. Within days I quit and was out of the building. A year or so later Ms. Frankel tracked me down and sent me a note, "Don't hate me, I'm just a control freak. I'm open to more if you are so inclined." I sent her a bouquet of flowers with a note, "Let me think about it." I was very tempted and dreamed of that magnificent physical woman but I never went back for seconds.
After two years of looking around, I noted one young lady, Victoria by name, a year or so younger than I. She was not a knock-out but had a quiet demeanor and was bright. I was slowly inching her way toward a relationship and perhaps an intimate one. There were a lot of middle aged women, few married and none that showed promise as anything but co-workers. We had a large, old library and stacks that brought the library size to that of the library at my Alma Mater. The head librarian, Ms. Frankel, was a woman of around 50 but in tip-top shape, as they used to say, and as I noted, did calisthenics here and there sometimes lifting books up and down. She sat up like a British Colonel with a sharply straight back and always had a serious expression on her face.
I had no use for the library except for its heavily used reference books, those deeper than the Thesaurus and dictionary on my desk. I visited the library around three to four times a week, always offering a greeting to Ms. Frankel who would not even look up most times. When she did, her facial expression was unchanged but once or twice I glanced back and she was still looking my way. She also had the kind of desk that allowed her to work standing up and cold be raised and dropped. Most of the time she worked standing up, cataloging or working on some kind of ledger. Ms. Frankel wore tailor made suits and could pass for a shopper at some upscale store downtown. Once in a while I would try to tell her how attractive I found her but she allowed no opening for it.
It happened that my relationship with Victoria seemed to flower a bit and we dated once or twice a month. I used to try to have her join me in a cup of tea in the downstairs shop. Once in a while, I noticed Ms. Frankel, who was nearly always the last to leave the office, pass by, stop, look at us together and continue on. Another year passed and I began to think of leaving the publisher for some other work. I was not happy. The Victoria relationship was stalled in the tea-shop and I was losing interest in pursuing her.
What took place one day was so radically different than my terribly boring life reading garbage mostly from
people who had not learned how to use English, ostensibly their first language. I received a note from Ms. Frankel who wanted to see me in the library half an hour after the office closed. Searching my memory banks I could not imagine why the invitation. The library's door shade was pulled down but I noted the door cracked a bit so I entered, looking toward Ms. Frankel's desk. She was there, leaning against her desk with nothing on below her waist.
My head spun with amazement and immediately, I noticed her magnificent rear with dimpled, gluteal muscles that seemed carved from marble. Just standing there, something made me check to see if the door was closed because I imagined someone else around even that late. Ms. Frankel said, "Do you need a written invitation?" Blurting out, "Oh no, no." I went to her and dropped on my knees and rubbed her ass all over my face. I began to lick everything I could find and found myself sporting an erection that surprised even me. Ms. Frankel was moaning and said, Good, good --- don't stop loving all of it."
Standing up, I shoved my erection into her, finding it very wet and receptive. She moaned again and said, "Ohhhh, so good, get it in deep, deep into me." For around five minutes I drove in and our of Ms. Frankel and she moved with me sometimes, other times, swung from side to side and somehow it entered her totally. While slamming away I heard someone clearing their throat and slightly turned. There, sitting at a nearby desk was Victoria. She had a
"if looks could kill" expression on her face. Oddly enough, the fact caused me to have an orgasm and I could feel Ms. Frankel there, right along with me. We came together while Victoria's eyes bulged.
As it turned out, Ms. Frankel had planned it all to show Victoria, who turned out to be her daughter, what a
real 'dirt-bag" I really was. Within days I quit and was out of the building. A year or so later Ms. Frankel tracked me down and sent me a note, "Don't hate me, I'm just a control freak. I'm open to more if you are so inclined." I sent her a bouquet of flowers with a note, "Let me think about it." I was very tempted and dreamed of that magnificent physical woman but I never went back for seconds.
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