College Town: Plain Jane

This is a long post. It's a single story. There's no To Be Contiued...sorta. You'll see what I'm talking about at the end.

Some years back, I was interested in dating a certain librarian. She was what most people would call a Plain Jane type. She wasn't supermodel material; at least, what most people would consider supermodel material. She was about 5' 9" or so & a brunette. She wore glasses & dressed very conservatively with long skirts & buttoned up white blouses. Still, she had a very beautiful smile & a killer body underneath those clothes. I could just tell.
For a few weeks, I would go there when I knew she was working & start up a conversation about Middle Eastern political & religious history. The lady was a brainiac. She'd recommend books by different authors. I'd read them front to back & discuss them with her on my next visit. We struck up a pretty good friendship.
The libray itself was an older Greek/Roman style library; built sometime in the last 19th century. It had a lot of marble with polished wood interior. It had a huge entrance hall, with 4 floors; 3 floors stacked with books & 1 floor for employees & private study rooms.
One day, I came in about an hour before her break. We started talking about the Isreali Palestinian crisis of that moment. Then, just before it was time for her to go on break, the weather started getting bad outside. I had known that there was a chance of sever thunderstorms that day but had hoped they would hold off since I was supposed to play softball later in the afternoon. The threat seemed to keep a lot of people away from the library that day, since there was only myself & one other person in there & only two librarians, including Plain Jane, on duty.
As the storm geared up, the other librarian asked Plain Jane if she could close the windows in the upstairs study rooms & then go to lunch. I got up to say my goodbyes but Plain Jane asked if I could help her close them, since there were a lot of them & the other librarian had to stay on duty. I said sure but that I wasn't sure if it was ok to go up to that level, since I thought it was restricted. The other librarian, a much older lady who I had become friendly with, said sure, no problem. "Then, it's settled" said Plain Jane & up to the 4th floor we went.
The rain was really beginning to come down in buckets & the wind was beginning to whip it through the windows. We rushed to close the windows. Then, she called out for me. One of the windows had gotten stuck. Tucked toward the back of that floor & out of sight was a corner study room with an odd window that you really had to stretch toward in order to close.
When I walked in, I found Plain Jane bent over, trying to close that window. "I can't reach it too well" she said. I came up behind her & reached over her towards the window. "One, two, three, push" we said together. Suddenly, the window came down fast; so fast, in fact, that I came down on top of her. There we are bent over doggie style. The gentleman in me wanted to get off of her. The dog in me wanted to stay & feel her body under me. The dog won.
I lingered for a minute feeling her shapely ass rubbed up against my cock, which started getting hard. Suddenly, I started feeling something. It was Plain Jane's ass grinding against my cock slowly. She started moaning softly. Passion took over from there. I started kissing her hair, working my way down her neck while my hands explored her sides & hips. I stood her up & slowly turned her around. Our eyes met. She smiled, reached towards me, & gave me a passionate wet kiss. Her lips were large & felt like two soft pillows. Our lips parted while our tongues groped the interior of each others mouths. "Close the door" she said.
I reached over & locked the door. The thunderstorm was getting more fierce as the thunder & lightning was getting louder & louder. When I turned away from the door & towards her, her hand reached for my pant zipper. She undid my pants, pulled them down, & bent down in front of me. She took my rock hard cock in her hands, spit on it to get it nice & sloppy, stroked it for a few, then proceeded to inhale it into her mouth. For the next 5 minutes or so, she alternated stroking & sucking, licking & sucking my balls along the way. I had to keep my grunting to a minimum, since I thought the entire library could hear. Plus, I figured the other librarian would begin to wonder why I was upstairs for so long & come looking for me.
The fear & excitement of getting caught drove me; so much so that I came quicker than normal, right into Plain Jane's mouth. She swallowed it. "Mmmmm. It tastes so good" she said. (I once had a porn star tell me to always drink a can of pineapple juice a day because it makes your cum taste better. Something about the enzymes in it. Who knew but I've taken that advice ever since. Dole & Del Monte should have me on their payroll I drink so much of their product).
After cumming, I figured that was it, but I decided to go for broke. I got her up & put her on a shelf in the room. I pulled up her dress. I wanted to taste her goodness. To my surprise, she wasn't wearing any panties. I smiled at the sight of her shaved pussy, spread her legs, & explored her with my tongue. Slowly, I played with her lips. She got wet easily. I flicked my tongue onto her clit. With my left hand, I stuck three fingers inside her pussy. With my hand going in & out & my clit sucking & licking her clit, I went to work, bringing her to a subdued climax, with her biting her lips so hard in order to not make any noise, she drew blood.
Afterwards & with her still sitting on the shelf, I stood up, spread her legs wide & pulled her towards me. Her legs began to wrap around me as her pussy met the tip of my cock. I slid it in slowly & started pumping her, our eyes locking. We stared at each other, studying our reactions with each thrust. The muscles in our legs clenching & releasing as my thrusting got faster & faster. As if on cue, the thunderstorm seemed to be on top of us as I felt her body shake as she came. Almost at the same time, my cock shot a large load of creamy goodness into her. I kept pumping it into her, holding her body & staring into her eyes. When we were done, I kissed her passionately.
"Your break's almost over" I said. We got dressed & hurried out the room, praying that no one noticed I had been up there for so long. However, someone did notice. "You were gone a long time" the older librarian said as we came back downstairs. "I wanted some company while I ate because of the storm. I hope it was ok. I asked him to stay" Plain Jane said. "Well, the weather is pretty bad so I guess that's ok this time. You seem flushed, dear. Are you ok" asked the older librarian. I thought we were busted right then & there. "I always get this way when there's a thunderstorm. I've hated them since I was a kid" was Plain Jane's reply, without missing a beat. This woman's a brainiac.
That was our first time together but definitely not our last. It turns out Plain Jane was an even bigger freak that I am. Those stories are for other blogs, though. This isn't a To Be Continued but I'll tell you more about Plain Jane sometime down the road.