My Steamy Story: slim lesbian librarian turns for me...

My Story Time:

Okay, so spill the tea, bestie. I'm usually the one shushing people, but today? The script got flipped, period.

So I'm at the library, right? Just doing my thing, re-shelving some romance novels—iykyk—when I see her. This new patron, total main character energy. She’s got this slim, almost delicate frame, glasses perched on her nose, looking all serious in a silk blouse. But her eyes? They were giving pure, unadulterated thirst. For me. I caught her staring over the top of a poetry book, and she didn't even look away. She just held my gaze, and I felt this zing go straight to my clit. No cap.

Later, I'm in the stacks, and she just... appears. "I need help finding something... specific," she says, her voice this low, velvety whisper. My heart is literally doing backflips. I'm like, "Sure, what are you looking for?" And she steps closer, so close I can smell her perfume, something clean and expensive. She reaches out and traces a finger down my arm. "I think I just found it," she purrs. OOF.

Next thing I know, we're in the back office, the door locked. She pushes me up against the desk, her hands sliding under my cardigan. Her mouth is on my neck, and I'm already a mess, moaning into her hair. She's surprisingly strong for how slim she is, her fingers finding their way into my pants, rubbing my pussy through my panties. I was so wet, it was insane. I whispered, "Please," and she just smirked and said, "Quiet now, librarian." Then her fingers were inside me, and I totally lost it, biting my lip to keep from screaming. She knew exactly how to move, hitting that spot that made me see stars. It was the best overdue notice I've ever gotten, sheesh.