My name is Leah and I'm originally from Louisiana; I just started a job as a librarian at a college in another state (I can't share where but it's definitely not in the south!) but I've been working here about a month now. I'm 5'5" tall, I weigh just around 100 lbs, and I have very small boobs and slim hips, most of the time I don't need to wear a bra. I do have really sensitive nipples, though, and I love to have them touched. I have dishwater blonde hair (just past chin length) and gray eyes I got from my mama, it runs in the family. Yes, I do wear librarian glasses that I keep on one of those glasses chains so they don't get lost LOL. I have a thick accent from where I was born and I'm proud of it, even if folks here don't always understand me. I love this website and spent many night reading about other peoples' wild adventures. I finally got one of my own last night, I'm still shaking a little bit from it. I just got home.

Our library is part of another building, so we get a lot of traffic from other departments. There's this IT guy, Mike, helped me set up my computer and we started talking because he was originally from Georgia before coming here. He's tall, dark hair, and a little on the chubby side, he's probably around 220 lbs. I've always been attracted to chubbier men, I'm not really sure why. Anyway, he stops by to see me pretty much daily, makes jokes, pretends to check out books, or just asks how I'm doing and adjusting to life here. He's really sweet. My coworkers said he was recently divorced within the last year, so I was a little excited that he was being a little flirty with me. I caught him checking me out a few times, looking down my blouse when I bent over the counter or looking over my shoulder and seeing him watching me walk away and staring at my ass (in a pencil skirt with heels, it's not too bad). It always gave me a little thrill.

Sure enough this week he asked me out for Friday and I eagerly said yes; we went to dinner at one of the few restaurants in this college town, pretty much a bar, and it was fun. We walked around town and he showed me some of the sights; he held my hand, I loved that. Perfect gentleman, funny, very dorky. We like a lot of the same TV shows and movies so it was very easy to talk to him. He's even read some of the books I have, even better. When the night was over, I wasn't ready to let him go home if you get my meaning. I asked him to show me where he lived, a really bold move on my part (totally not me) but I was so turned on that I was going to get him somewhere private one way or another last night.

He took me to his little house and we sat on his couch; he made himself a whiskey sour and me an amaretto sour (my favorite) and I was kissing him in no time, hiking up my skirt so I could straddle him. I took him completely by surprise and I loved it. I moved his hands up to my chest under my blouse and felt a jolt of pleasure when he found my nipples under my sports bra, moaning when he pulled them a little bit with his soft but strong fingers. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back and went for his strong neck, biting him hard and leaving a bruise. Leah, he called out, and for some reason that made me even more turned on. I stood up from him, began unbuttoning my blouse while I stared at him. Are you sure about this, he says. I bend over and lean into him and kiss him, probing his mouth with my tongue greedily. I love that now he's the passive one and I feel like a lioness in heat, powerful and dangerous. I hike my skirt up so he can see my white cotton panties, then slide them down to the floor and step out of them, leaving my heels on but covering my girl parts with my hands. I threw my panties in his face, laughing at him when his eyes go wide. He takes them and smells them, and I'm back on him, yanking his belt off and unbuttoning his pants while he pushes my sports bra up and sucks my nipples one at a time. I've got his cock in my hands and I'm jerking it like crazy with both hands, it feels so good and hard. He grabs my ass and pulls me to him and stands up, holding me up with my legs around him. I start the buttons on his shirt and it's off, revealing his hairy chest. His pants are gone and I'm completely naked at this point save for my heels. He sets me down, turns me around, and bends me over the side of the couch so that I'm angled up at him ass first with my legs up in the air. Take it, I yell at him into the couch pillow. He rubs his cock against my wet pussy and I can feel him lubing up with it, I'm plenty wet. When he pushes into me I yell into the couch and he's thrusting away. I'm screaming out loud with every thrust and he's pushing all the air out of me each time. I orgasm once within just a few minutes, then again. I'm sobbing, yelling, it probably sounds like I'm being murdered to anyone who passes by the house. I feel like I might pass out. He starts to moan loudly and I feel him start to pull out of me. Don't you do it, stay in there, I yell, and his hot cum shoots into me several huge spurts while he squeezes my ass. I squeeze his cock with my pussy as hard as I can. He helps me up, his cum trickling out of me and down the back of my legs, and we stand there holding each other for several minutes. I'm crying. I can feel his heart beating hard in his chest, he's stroking my hair with one hand. We pretty much go on to bed and he holds me all night. In the morning, I suck his hard cock to wake him and don't stop until he's loaded my mouth. I'm a good girl, I swallow it all. My pussy is so sore but I feel awesome!

He just dropped me off a little while ago. I'm so jittery right now reliving such an amazing experience. No one has even done me like that! Before we left he gave me a hand-written note and told me not to read it until I got home. It says "Will you be my girlfriend?" with a box for yes and no. So stupid and so cute. Yeah, I think I'm going to be his girlfriend. Now, off to shower, see if I can masturbate, and to call him ASAP so we can spend the day together!