Help a Patron

Elizabeth was already familiar with the library. Even though she never had been there before. In fact the head librarian was very satisfied with the new employee. He was already writing a column in the next Community flyer sending their thanks to the Costume Shop for its generous donation. And he hoped it would bring more people to the library.

Elizabeth was on a ladder restacking books on a high shelf when a man approached her.

"Excuse me," he said, looking up, "I'm looking for the...

"Are you looking up my skirt?" Elizabeth accused.

John's mind was trying to throw the book at the pervert. But his feminine body took control.

"Because if you are," she said descending the ladder, "You best have a library card to check me out,"

She threw her arms around the man who starred in shock. Her lips pressed against his as she pushed him against the stacks.

I'm not gay! John tried to speak.

"Let me help you, sir," she said instead, working her way down to his fly. She stroked the bulge in his pants. "I am here to help you."

Using her teeth she undid the zipper releasing his throbbing member from its denim prison. She locked her lips around his cock, licking and stroking it as she moved back and forth down its length.

The man began to moan, but Elizabeth placed a finger to his lips. "No talking in the library," she said with a mischievous smile.

He nodded emphatically. She undid her blouse to reveal her supple bosom. The men fell into her marshmallow Hell as she held his balls in one hand, playfully. Undoing her bra the man released one of her tits. Suckling it Elizabeth's face began to flush.

That feels...good, thought John.

"More!" She moaned.

The man grabbed her skirt and pulled it and her panties down revealing an already moist pussy. He dipped his cock inside her.

"Please," she whispered, "Take me."

Yes, John thought, take me now.

The man obliged thrusting his rock hard cock into her wet slit. With every thrust the librarian quietly moaned. Her pencils holding her hair in place fell, letting her luscious locks flow freely. She grabbed tightly against the shelves as the patron began to thrust faster, harder, longer. The pleasure building up between her legs erupted into a shower of heat.

She lay herself against the rack as the patron too slumped against the other. Panting, Elizabeth fixed her hair and put her clothes back on. The patron sat up, clearly uncertain what just happened.

"I believe this is the book you were looking for," she said as she passed him a copy of the Kama Sutra. "Please tell your friends about our excellent customer service."

She gave a little wink before returning back to shelving books.