The Lusty Librarian

by Matt Coolomon

  She just nodded. “Okay… finish off then. I’m going to watch.” She took hold of the stool. Her eyes were wide, a light smile on her pretty face as she watched in the mirror to her side.

  Cooper took hold of her hips and resumed fucking her, keeping himself fully inside her and just rolling his pelvis, screwing her hard but without the sound effects. It only took a few minutes to fill his balls like that, then he pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside of Sam’s pussy, and they both watched his shaft pulse as he ejaculated. He came hard for the second time that night. As his cock head emerged, her soft folds remained open and they could see his load right there.

  He met his girlfriend’s eyes. She was biting down on a smile as she had another close look in the mirror at her gooey little pussy. It had softly closed, and Cooper wiped his cock on her slit, squeezing off the last of his come as her fingers appeared and covered her. She stood, holding her pussy. They kissed. “I’m going to drip now, thank you very much,” she said, giggling under her breath. “I need my panties.”

  Cooper gave her the tiny garment. She pulled it into place, smoothing the crotch against her pussy, then she glanced teasingly at Cooper as she licked her fingers.

  She had to find her bra and wriggle it back into place then pull her tights on. When she was done, Cooper pressed her against the wall and kissed her. “You’re so damn sexy, baby,” he whispered into her mouth. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

  “It was?”

  Cooper shushed her, snuck a peep out the door, and hurried her out of the change rooms.

  “You bet it was!” he answered as they walked. “I might write things like that, but I’ve never actually done much of what you read in my stories.”

  They were back out on the street. She was cuddled to his arm, her head upon his shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to try other things… I would like to.”

  “I’d like to try taking you up to my apartment, sharing a nice hot shower, and cuddling you all night long. How would that be for starters?”

  She looked up from his shoulder. “That would be nice.”

  It was only a block to where Cooper lived there in town. He kissed his girl on the ride up to the third floor. She moaned into his mouth, making his cock hard again.

  “I don’t think I was in love with all five of my exes. Maybe with two of them. One definitely.”

  “Oh?” The look he got in response to that strange admission was questioning.

  “It’s just that this feels different to how I mostly felt before.”

  “How does this feel?” The look was searching now.

  He shouldn’t have said anything. His heart was doing flip-flops. “This, with you… it feels real. It doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels like I just woke up from one. Like I’ve woken up in a beautiful, perfectly safe paradise.” He smoothed hair back from her upturned face and kissed her lips softly. “I don’t think I’m ever going to want to leave here.”

  She was blushing. “Are you saying…”

  “No, I’m not saying that,” Cooper interrupted. “Not this soon. I’m just beginning to feel it already. And it feels huge.”

  She smiled. “Well, I’m not saying it either.”

  Cooper chuckled. “Good. Because before we get into that kind of trouble, I’m really rather interested in what you suggested back there a little while ago.”

  “Oh? What did I suggest? I think you might have been hearing things.”

  Cooper pulled his girl onto his lap as he sat on the couch. “Oh no, I distinctly heard you say you wanted to meet a stranger in a bar and be taken to a hotel room.”

  Sam’s eyes lit-up, her mouth open in horror. “I did not say that, Cooper Williamson. You scumbag!”

  Cooper cocked an eyebrow. “What if it was a pretend stranger… you know… a boyfriend role-playing a stranger in a bar? How would that be?”

  “Um… what bar?”

  “Is that a yes, baby? Do you want to be fucked by some guy who buys you a drink and asks you up to his hotel room?”

  Sam blushed, biting down on her smile. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t knock him back right away. He might have a chance with me if my boyfriend wasn’t around… Next weekend. Tonight, we’ve been wild enough. I feel like a hussy already. So I’d like my lover to soothe me by holding me close.

  “I think,” he said, kissing her softly, “that can be arranged.”

  Shades of Separation

  1

  Now that is sexy.

  Cooper rested back in his chair looking over the slender, dark haired woman who had just walked into the bar and stopped, gazing around as if wondering what to do next… where to sit. Her hair was mahogany, below shoulder length, as dark as the dress she was wearing. That was a short, silky little sash of fabric that revealed long, well-toned legs and more than a hint of cleavage. She was kind of small breasted. Cooper’s favourite. And as she turned her back, he noticed the dress plunged to reveal more delicate looking skin and no bra strap.

  He smiled to himself. She met his eyes but quickly averted her gaze, her legs taking his attention as she walked to the bar and sat on a stool. She had on heels that accentuated the lovely tone of her thighs and calves. She had kept her legs together of course, but Cooper could see the tiny triangular gap between them and the taut skirt of her dress. He could only see darkness, leading him to the conclusion her panties were probably black.

  The small airport bar was lightly attended. There were three other women, all accompanied by men and seated at tables like the one Cooper occupied. There were three other men at the bar, all suited and tied. One was typing on a tablet the other two were checking out the mahogany-haired woman. She was seated on the opposite side of the rectangular bar. The barmaid was a quite attractive blond, about the age of her single female customer, mid-thirties. She remained chatting. A gentleman pianist played elevator music over by a window looking out onto a quiet city street. Another suit-and-tie clad customer appeared in the doorway leading from the hotel lobby. He paused and looked around, a grin forming as his eyes flashed up and down the mahogany-haired woman.

  Cooper followed his gaze and noticed how slender her neck was. It was exposed to him with her hair resting behind her bare shoulders. He imagined nuzzling beneath and around a dangly silver earring she was wearing. Perhaps she picked up on his thoughts because she rubbed her neck and glanced again, just catching his eyes before she was distracted by the new customer. He strolled slowly past, looking her over quite blatantly. She blushed a little as he ogled her cleavage. Cooper could see her nipples were firm. They were distinctly highlighted by their silky covering, her little tits nicely accentuated by the clingy fabric.

  The guy was a little older, perhaps late forties. He had tried a line. Cooper couldn’t make out what he had said, but he added a chuckle and pointed to himself. The barmaid shook her head, grinning incredulously. No doubt she had heard every line imaginable. The woman in the little dress hid her face and sipped her drink. She gave a brief shake of the head, a ‘no thanks’, Cooper surmised.

  The barmaid waited before passing the man the drink she had just poured. It seemed she didn’t wish to serve him there next to the woman, who was again shaking her head and attempting to brush him off. He eventually got the hint and took a seat along the bar a ways. The barmaid returned to her customer, the two ladies exchanging a quiet giggle and rolling eyes at the rejected suitor.

  Cooper took his empty beer glass and approached the bar. He offered a smile and nodded to the lady in the little dress while his fresh beer was being pulled. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to hit on you. I saw what happened to the last guy.”

  She nodded. “Good.”

  Cooper chuckled. The barmaid waited with his beer. “No, it’s okay, I’m going to sit back over there,” he said to her.

  She gave him a mock frown to be sure, then smiled and gave him his beer.

  “No, I’m no good at this bar-room banter anyway. I don’t
have any good lines, I’m afraid.” He sipped a bit of froth off his beer to stop it from spilling. “But just out of curiosity… if you don’t mind me asking… I mean, that’s a great dress. You look amazing. Are you actually hoping to attract the interest of a man or are you meeting someone?”

  “I’m meeting someone.”

  “Ah… I see.”

  The barmaid’s eyebrows were raised.

  “I know. I know,” Cooper said, backing away. “I respect that. You’re not here for… you know…” He motioned to the other men. “I’m just going to sit over here and go on reading my paper. I’m not going to be ogling anymore. I possess tremendous will power, so the dress… pretty face… those legs… nope, I’m not even going to be looking. I’m just going to…” He picked up his newspaper and waved it, then he sat and failed to read a word while sipping his beer and watching the other men in the bar all checking out the single woman.

  One guy from the other side of the bar strolled around. He was a short, tubby, middle aged man. He took a seat at a table near her and was joined by another man who could have been his brother, who had entered from the hotel lobby. The pair of them chatted and drank, and they both leered at those long, sexy legs. They had the same view as Cooper, only closer. They were getting peeps up the woman’s dress and would occasionally tilt their heads to get a better look. They did that again as she shifted while distractedly chatting with the barmaid. Her slender thighs parted a little as she reached down to rub her shin.

  Her panties were indeed black, Cooper noticed. And as she reached down like that her dress opened enough for him to confirm she was definitely braless. He saw her full right breast, the silky fabric still touching her nipple as she rubbed her shin and giggled about something the barmaid had said.

  The two brothers were chuckling between themselves. The man who had struck out earlier was craning his neck to look down her dress too.

  Another business man type entered from the lobby and, after a quick scout around, approached the bar beside the object of everyone’s attention. He tried his line. He was a tall, well-built younger man. The barmaid was not so quick to judge this one, it seemed. She served his drink right there while his eyes ran up and down the body of the woman in the little dress. She was giggly and blushing a bit as she glanced over and caught Cooper’s gaze.

  He motioned questioningly to her latest would-be beau. She shrugged a maybe and bit her smile. Another two men entered the bar and approached pretty boy. The three of them surrounded the woman in the little dress for a moment but soon moved on and set up at a table in the corner to discuss business, it appeared. The brothers also moved on, leering at her quite blatantly as they left the bar.

  Cooper had finished his beer. He approached the bar and sidled as close as two stools again.

  “I thought you said you were going to read your paper,” the woman challenged him.

  He huffed guiltily. “I know… And I’m usually very strong willed too.” He took a tour of her body, as blatantly as everyone else seemed to be doing. “I just can’t help myself. What about this fellow you’re waiting for… it is a man, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”

  “Yeah, whatever. This boyfriend of yours… where does he get off leaving you sitting around waiting like this? How are we other men supposed to behave if he’s not here to protect you from us?”

  Her pretty brown eyes widened in make-believe affront. “Oh, do I need protecting, do I?”

  Cooper took another tour of the dress, pausing on the tantalising little triangle between her thighs and then upon the firm nipples poking proudly. “Aw, yeah, you need protecting alright.”

  The barmaid handed him his fresh beer, frowning and pointing to his table.

  “I’m going. I’m going,” he said, backing away again. “Spoken for and not here to be picked up… I get it. I’ll just be over here reading my paper.”

  “Good. You do that,” the barmaid called out. The pair of them giggled.

  Cooper resumed his seat and pretended to read his paper while unable to keep his eyes off the woman in the dress. She kept glancing over, her eyes quickly averting when they connected. Another man set up a couple of stools to her right. His eyes were all over her. The one from earlier was still there to her left, with a better view, as she was facing him almost directly. The skirt of her dress had gradually hiked up to be giving him flashes of her panties quite regularly, Cooper noticed. All the men were using the same place he had to buy their drinks. Even those with female company were leaning in there and having a peep down the front of that little dress.

  Cooper spent a good half hour with that beer, just watching. When he approached for his next refill, he took his paper with him, keeping it strategically placed. The two women looked at it, and looked at him. He sat on the stool beside the cause of his condition. “I know. This is highly inappropriate, but the fact is, I’ve been sitting over there trying to mind my own business, with a hard-on. It just won’t go down.”

  The barmaid glared. The sexy woman shrugged. “Unlucky, huh?” She sipped her drink, her eyes rolling to hold Cooper’s.

  “Well, yes, quite possibly. But here’s the thing. I figure that since this boyfriend of yours is obviously a bit of a drop-kick, leaving such an attractive woman waiting half the night in a bar, that maybe it would serve him right to be taught a lesson.”

  “What kind of lesson?” the hot woman asked innocently.

  The barmaid just glared.

  Cooper took another slow and deliberate tour of the woman’s body. “Does he know you’re wearing that dress?”

  She nodded. “He bought it for me and suggested I wear it tonight.”

  Cooper chuckled. “Well, he definitely deserves to be taught not to leave valuables unattended, don’t you think?”

  The most adorable set of big, brown calf eyes turned upon Cooper. “But how should we teach my boyfriend such a lesson?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding! At least go for that cute one,” the barmaid cried.

  Cooper tossed her a grin as he offered his hand to the chick in the dress. She placed her hand in his, almost batting eyelashes. “What would he think if he arrived to find you dancing with another man?” he asked.

  “I think that would serve him right.”

  He led her to the dance floor. Every man in the place was watching. He nodded to a few of them, acknowledging their congratulatory glances. The pianist smiled and switched to a nice slow dance number. Cooper held his quarry close. She wasn’t quite prey yet but soon would be. He guided her around the small dance floor, lifting her and sweeping her with the music, her perfume filling his senses, her head upon his shoulder, his thigh between hers, his erection pressing against her hip.

  He nuzzled into her hair. “Of course, now that these other guys have seen you’re willing to dance, they’re all going to want to get hold of you.”

  “Do you think?”

  “Oh, yes. I’m sure of it. They’re all watching. They’ve all been checking you out and fantasising about getting their hands on you.” Cooper turned her to see them all gawking and smiling like fools. “Perhaps it would be safer for you to come up with me and wait for your boyfriend.”

  “Up where? To your room?”

  “Yes… we could talk or get to know each other better.” He spun her away from the men watching, and whispered to her sensually, “How would you like to be fucked by a stranger?”

  She didn’t answer, but peering up, there was a yes in her eyes and in her parted lips.

  Cooper took her hand and led her past the gawking men and stunned barmaid. She peered back at them. “Bye, Lola,” the barmaid called out.

  “Is that your name, Lola?”

  “Yes, it is tonight.”

  Cooper chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Lola, I’m Roger.”

  She giggled. “I don’t know if I should be doing this, Roger.”

  Cooper pressed her against the wall of the elevator and kissed her. He mas
hed his lips against hers until they parted, and he found her tongue, swirling his around it and drawing in the taste of her. The elevator stopped, and he pulled her from it and continued kissing her against the wall, her moans going into his mouth as she ground her sex down onto his thigh.

  Two young couples strolled past grinning. “Evening,” Cooper said to them, and when they had disappeared into the elevator, he pressed his lips to Lola’s again and felt down the front of her body to cup her pussy through her panties. He had his hand under the skirt of her dress. He could feel how wet she was through her underwear. “Mmm, you’re ready for this, aren’t you, Lola?”

  Her eyes opened to fix upon his. Her face was flushed, her mouth wet from his kisses. “Okay, whatever you name really is, I’m sure I’m not the first woman you’ve done this with, so why don’t you just shut up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

  Cooper grinned. He zipped his lips and took her hand, leading her along the hallway to his room, just peering down at her there beside him. He opened the door for her and pinned her against it once he had her inside the room. He tasted her lips again, holding her eyes for a moment this time, and when her eyes closed, he kissed and sucked on her neck, peeling her dress from her shoulders and exposing her cute little tits.

  He sucked on one and felt the other, then he moved across and suckled the nipple he had tweaked nice and firm. He loved small breasts. These were perfect. He could take most of each globe into his mouth. He did so, with one then the other, lashing each nipple with his tongue while he worked his hand down the front of her panties and his middle finger up inside of her.

  She held his head while he sucked her tits and finger banged her slowly and firmly. Her slit was sopping wet. It was squishing open and exposing her swollen clit, which he was massaging with the heel of his hand, bringing her along to orgasm. He wanted her to come like that, right there against the wall with her sexy little dress tugged down and her black lace panties still on. She soon obliged, gripping his head and convulsing on his hand, her tit shuddering against his mouth as he held a nipple with his lips and kept sucking on it.