Where it happened: Her place
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
It was great. This took place, oh geez, a while ago now, I feel so old talking about it, but the memory is as fresh as if it happened this afternoon. I had a job working in the local public library during the summer as a clerk. I like libraries, and I like librarians generally and so I was pretty happy working where I was. One of the fringe benefits working there was my getting acquainted with Gillian. Gillian was a bit older than me. Actually, she was twice my age, she being 34. She was very attractive I thought, with shoulder-length red hair and a very nice figure. She tended to wear dresses that showed off her narrow waistline and full breasts and my heart always skipped a beat when she came into the room. We got along very well right from the start, and she helped me learn the job (she was the librarian after all). On days off, I found I missed her company a lot, and was always so much happier when she came back. One day, during our lunch break, we happened to be sitting together talking about
books and things, and she mentioned how much her former husband had enjoyed reading novels by D.H. Lawrence. “When did you break up?” I asked. She had never mentioned him before which I thought odd. “About five years ago now,” she said. “But we didn’t break up,” she added, “he died in a motorcycle accident.” She had been so devastated that she now retreated into her work and that was everything to her now. Anyway, I asked her about DH Lawrence and she said he was one of the most poetic writers of erotic literature (and other literature but she didn’t say so at the time). “Really?” I asked genuinely interested (and being 17, horny). “Do we have his books here?” “Sure” she said. “This was my favourite, ‘Lady Chatterly’s Lover'”, and she handed me a copy. I opened it up to look what was inside and she went off to the lounge to have a cigarette. The language was incredibly beautiful, but Lawrence was using words like “fuck” and “cunt” as well, and a lot of the dialogue was written in a dialect I could
not understand. I brought the book to the lounge, and asked her to explain what was going on. She outlined the basic plot and story line and then read aloud some of thejucier pieces. I was in heaven. Here was the lovely Gillian, reading erotic literature to a 17-year old boy inthe lounge of the library after everybody had gone home (it closed on 2 PM on Sundays). I said “Wow, that was great” when she was finished, and I know my voice was shaky. That seemed to surprise her a bit. She didn’t realize the effect she was having on me — had had on me from the start. A small smile crossed her face “Why was that great, Hart, ” she said to me. “Was it Lawrence or my fabulous storytelling skills?” “B-both” I stammered. “I see” she said. “Look, Hart, does it bother you that I read to you what I just read?” “No,” I said. I HAD bothered me in the sense that it left me “hot and bothered” but that was it. “Hart” said Gillian. “Have you ever had sex before? Stop me if I am getting too personal.” “Oh SURE! I
said, lying through my teeth. “Oh really? You’re what, 17? I can’t imagine you’re too experienced,” she said. I told the truth. I wasn’t experienced at all, beyond some kissing with an old girlfriend whose tits I had once felt up. “Well” she said. “I haven’t had any either for five years, and maybe I need to get back into the game. It’s probably best I start off again with somebody who can’t judge me against all his previous girls” I was flabbergasted. “Y-you mmmean y-you…me…I mean, I mean…” She said “only if you want to.” What could I say? I had had this crush on this woman and now suddenly like every kid’s Penthouse Forum “You-Will-Never-Believe-This-Happened-To-Me” lie, this was about to happen to me. “Have a seat” she said pushing me back down on the couch, while she stood up over me. She sort of hesitated for a second like she couldn’t believe she was doing this either, swept back her red hair (she actually looked a lot like the actress who was on the show TAXI at the time,playing Elaine
She first stepped out of her boots she was wearing. “Well, that’s that” she said alittle nervously, which surprised me. “Now watch this.” I needed no coaxing. She reached behind her neck and began to unfasten the buttons at the back of her high-necked auburn blouse. It fell forwards a bit and I could see a little of the top of her breasts and some cleavage. She was wearing a belt and in a minute that landed on the floor. The she reached down in front,crossed her arms and grabbed the skirted partof her dress and magnificently pulled it over her head, leaving her standing in a bra and stockings, The latter she rolled off. My erection was really pressing against my pants and I could barely breathe. Part of me wanted to run, but who could? She came over to the couch, drew up one knee and leaned forward and kissed me, working her tongue well into my mouth. I responsed clumsily but eagerly. “What do you think?” she said. “Am I too old for you?” “YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD!” I all but
but yelled. “Oh, nonsense” she said, but I think she liked hearing that anyway. I wasn’t lying. TO me she was Aphrodite herself. “Now,” she said, “you take off the bra”. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold the strap and she found that very funny. It took a minute but I finally got it unclasped and opened it up. She held her hands over her breasts and then slid the bra slowly down her arms, looking me in the face all the while. Then she peeled off her stockings and panties and I was suddenly looking at a stark-naked beautiful librarian. “Now you” she said, startling me because I had nearly forgotten about getting naked myself. Somehow everything came off and I wasn’t as shy as I thought I would be my first time. There we were both naked in the lounge of the public (pubic?) library, and she was kissing me all over and running her hands all over. I put my hands on her shoulders and she said “wrong spot. Put them here” and slid them down over her breasts. It was the smoothest silkiest
sensation I had ever experienced. They were full and round and the nipples were standing way out and I ran my thumbs over them and couldn’t resist licking and sucking them. She leaned back with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, forcing her breasts into my mouth and pulling them out again. Suddenly, like an electric shock, I felt her put her hand around my rock-hard cock, very gently and slowly stroking it up an down its whole (ordinary, none of this 16″-inch bullshit) length. I was quivering like Jello on a summer’s day. Then she turned up the temperature a notch when she took it into her mouth, a little bit by little bit, tickling my balls with her hand, and running her mouth up and down the shaft. Well, you can be sure I came pretty quickly. Then, a few minutes later she said “Now for the real thing” She took my still hard cock in her hand and guided me into her. It was hot and wet and wild and unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Because I had come earlier
I was able to last longer this time, and watched in great satisfaction as she closed her eyes and humped me fiercely, until she came. Continued to fuck, she came again, and then suddenly like cresting a hill at high speed, I blew my wad into her. She taught me other things that evening, like cunnilingus and she even let me tit-fuck her (which I still love best of all sex positions). We saw each other secretly for a few months and then broke it off when we realized it was causing too much suspicion. She later remarried and I married too. But I still remember her and the wild first time. Thanks Gillian!!!
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