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The intern from my husbands law firm was not who I expected when I opened the door in my robe. I was dressing when the knock came. He was older and confident and I could not help myself inviting him in.

"Oh no, Mr Tiff is not in. You can leave the papers in his study" I said glancing at the door to the guest room. I followed him leaving my coffee on the counter.

I reached the door as he discovered it was not an office I had directed him to.

I smiled as he looked confused. I pulled the sash of my robe letting it open and show my nakedness underneath. The breasts my husband selected and paid for, yet only used to intimidate competitors. My salon hair and nails and well kept body with only the barest of jewelry was too much for him to deny. he risk of fucking his bosses wife was easily outweighed by my hand on his crotch.

The orgasm I reached, a hair pulling, mind blowing release of pent up desire echoed through the house as this stranger, this worker my husband paid used his natural gifts both satisfying me as well as trying to purge the pent up need of eighty hour weeks and mind numbing drudgery. His orgasm gave me a feeling of having done a good deed. I have never had a man cum so hard, so loud, seemingly to have been in grievous pain without the allowance I provided.

I laid with my head empty over the edge of the guest bed as his seed drained onto the sheets as he dressed and left without a word.
 
I’ve just arrived in town for a national conference, checked into my room, showered and decided to enjoy a glass of Cabernet before retiring for the evening. The hotel bar is comfortable and there are several groups of people sitting, recounting the day’s activities and planning for tomorrow. I recognize several people in the crowd, say hello, but choose to sit alone at the bar, enjoying the atmosphere and momentary luxury of not engaging with people I will be spending the next two days with.

I slowly sip my glass of wine and my tension fades, relaxed by the warmth of the liquid as it lingers on my palate. I almost decide to leave but instead order another glass. Suddenly I see a beautiful young woman enter the room. Thankful that I ordered the second glass, I follow her movements across the room. I seem to recognize her, but uncertain from where. I linger and am happy to stay a bit longer to enjoy the sight of this exquisite woman. I try not to stare, but as I glance at her, she sees me and returns a smile. Her blouse is loose fitting but I can still make out the curve of her small breasts and her strong, shapely waist beneath. Her legs are a marvelous bronze and beautifully shaped beneath her short skirt – she seem to float as she walks. Her mysterious brown eyes scan the room and her gaze catches mine again, I notice a mischievous sparkle in her eye. I’m surprised when she continues toward me and decides to sit at the empty bar stool next to me. We say hello, and again I notice a playful twinkle in her eye.

I ask if I might buy her a drink and she reaches out to touch my arm as she accepts my offer. Her touch is delightfully warm and it radiates through my body. She tells me that I look familiar to her and I smile, telling her that I think she is also someone I recognize. She introduces herself and smiles.

I tell her how happy I am that she decided to come out this evening. She tells me that even though she had a prior commitment, it ended early and she was hoping for an interesting evening. We continue to talk, effortlessly exploring each other's aspirations and interests. It seems we do know each other, if only from our dreams…

Although I am obviously older, we seem to share many interests and desires. Another glass of wine arrives and we continue to warm to each other's company, I enjoy leaning into her, smelling her enchanting fragrance. I move closer and we playfully touch hands, I place one hand on her leg and feel her warmth radiate.

I am enchanted by her youth and beauty and find I can not resist touching her. I reach up to pull the hair back over her ear, revealing her beautiful face. I playfully stroke and feel the rich texture of her hair as I continue to enjoy the delicious aroma of her skin.
 
My hand wanders over to gently caress her gorgeous leg, and she responds, reaching for mine. She moves even closer to me and my touch moves up her thigh as she whispers to me that she is glad she chose to come out tonight.

She ask if I am enjoying her company and I tell her that I have hoped for a moment like this and delighted that we met… She confesses that she is here for the same conference and that it’s not often that she finds someone attractive and romantically interesting at a library conference.

She begins rubbing my leg and her hand moves toward my growing hardness. Her touch is firm and sure, and she enjoys my heat and the sensation it brings her.

My hand follows her hair down her back and I feel the full curve of her backside. My hand continues to explore her hair, back and waist then down to the curve of her ass, it is full and just perfect. I continue to tenderly, but firmly rub her lower back and the curve of her ass. She feels the flush of the wine and her movements tells me that she wants even more...

I slip my hand under her skirt and she squirms a bit in her chair. Her legs part slightly allowing my hand to slide even further up her inner thigh.
 
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She looked down unsure of what to do next. She had escaped to the bathroom for a moment to collect her thoughts. "How did I get here? How could I ever go back to the library? Will she tell my fiance? Will she ever come back here wtih me?" her head spun. How wonderful the last hour had been. A lunch hour like none before. A simple "would you like to come up for lunch" had led to her first lesbian encounter. Her first true orgasm with another person. The first time she had cheated on her fiance. She tried to calm herself.

"*knock knock* everything ok?" her lovely knuckles even sounded good on the door and her voice filled her with desire.

"Oh yeah I will be right out" she said as all her thoughts vanished and she was walking back into her new lovers bedroom. the pretty librarian who always smiled at her when she checked out books.
 
Feeling the silky smooth warmth of her marvelous skin, my hand continues to explore her leg and I find that she is not wearing panties tonight.

I move to shield our actions from the few remaining people in the bar and my fingers continue to slide along the outside of her marvelously swollen pussy. I feel the soft firmness of her clitoris and wetness of her flesh. I withdraw my hand briefly and smell her delicious nectar, wishing my lips and tongue could taste all of her delightful juice, I lick my fingers and then kiss her softly on her lips.

She continues to encourage my touch with her movements. I slip my fingers cautiously back under her skirt and into her throbbing wetness. I feel her incredible warmth and moistness surround me. I want to kiss her so fully and passionately that I can barely control myself. She moves her hips ever so slightly and enjoys the sensation as my fingers glide up and down her, then then in and out of her marvelous pussy. With increasing touch, finding the spot of her maximum enjoyment, I feel the tension building in her. Her wetness growing to almost a flood as her head falls onto my shoulder. Her first orgasm is sudden, strong and wet but we know this will not be the last... We relax a moment then gather our composure. We rise and leave the bar, her hand in mine as we move to the elevator to continue our play...
 
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Claire knew it was wrong. Sara was married but she could not help herself. slowly they had teased and flirted and come do far but now, alone, mutual desire acknowledged, Sara;'s skin was delicious as Claire tasted her. Feeling her forbidden body after so long. So much work and set up was about to unfold into primal honest clarity.
 
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As we move through the bar, my newly found librarian releases my hand and moves closer into my body. I feel her warmth as my arm circles her waist. I let my hand fall from the small of her back to her hip; then subtly to her marvelous ass. I never dreamed I would find a fellow librarian that could exude such sensuality and passion. She seems to love walking with me, and tells me she is enchanted by the potential for our blossoming romance, anxious to experience all the possibilities she had only read about in her romance novels at the library. As we pass others we know they are wondering about our relationship. A middle aged woman, more typical of the librarians in my system, gives us a longing look, afraid to say anything yet admiring our sensuality, secretly wishing she had a lover on her arm; a young man gives us a curious look as he admires the young librarian’s devilish look and perfect body, jealously thinking that he should be so lucky.

Continuing through the lobby, I gently squeeze and feel her fullness and curves. Naked beneath her skirt, she arches her back slightly and her ass moves like magic as we continue through the lobby toward the elevator.

I love walking with her on my arm and she enjoys the feeling of my hand caressing her…

We finally arrive at the elevator and wait for the car to come. As we wait, I notice we are alone and I push her to the wall to kiss her softly on her luscious, full lips. She eagerly responds and parting her lips she darts her tongue toward mine.

Our tongues meet and we feel the spark on the tip of our tongue move thru our bodies. She gently sucks and bites my lower lip as she smothers me in her kisses.

My mouth moves tenderly to her cheek and then into her ear I whisper softly how beautiful she is and how much I want her...
 
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She closes her eyes and tells me that I am exactly what she’s been yearning for…my hand gently pulling her hair back to expose her beautiful throat and neck. Feeling my breath on her skin, her passion and desire grows as my hand firmly squeezes her fabulous ass. I pull her to my hardness; inhale her essence, caress her, enjoy the feel of her hair tangled in my fingers and the taste of her skin on my lips…

Much to soon the chime announces the arrival of the elevator.

The door opens and we wait for the passengers to leave… we enter and push the button to take us to our room. We are thankful that no one else is in the car with us and the door shuts. Overwhelmed, she press back into me and begin kissing me, her still swollen pussy aching to feel my touch, her mouth wanting to taste mine, wanting to feel my breath on her neck again; her whole body tingling.

The door opens suddenly and we realize that somehow our bodies have pushed the button for almost every floor… We laugh and are intrigued and excited by the possibility of the door opening to random floors while we are embracing. We move to the side and wait for the door to close. When the door closes we continue our play and my hand reaches up to feel her exquisite breasts under her blouse. I love the size and firmness of her breast… her nipple hardens and I tell her that they are a perfect fit for my mouth. She tells me that she can’t wait for me to taste all of her sweet fruits. The door opens again and we pause.
 
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Sara's secret closet held a fantasy world Claire dove into. Hey both loved hats and lace. The leather felt obscene as she ran the riding crop along her cheek.

"I dressed up for you" Claire smiled as Sara walked in to find her friend in her secret closet.

Sara said nothing stepping next to her and running the back of her fingers along her jawline. "are you looking for a stud to ride or a fellow rider to lay under the trees with?" she asked softly intoxicated in her new friends look. She leaned into her ear with the lace against her cheek Sara sighed "Oh what a lucky horse gets to feel you on it's back" she breathed lustfully.
 
In sync with the ding of the bell, the door slides open. Unabashed, we continue - there is a couple waiting as the door opens... They pause, smell and sense our sexuality. Uncomfortable and awkwardly, they simply walk away... again we laugh, waiting until the door closes to fully resume our play. Finally the door slides closed and I push into her, fully kissing delicious lips. I reach under her skirt to discover her still swollen flower, almost dripping with her nectar. Our tongues find each other again and I tenderly finger and feel the smooth, soft folds of her skin… my hardness pulsing and throbbing against this incredible, sexy, smart librarian. She is so unbelievably hot, her skin radiating as she pushes into me. She softly whispers in my ear, telling me how much she wants to feel me deep inside her... to feel my hard cock sliding in and out... her petal lips completely surrounding me with all of her soft, wet flesh… Suddenly the bell rings and the elevator stops. Why did we push all those buttons we wonder?
 
James, formerly a children’s librarian was now at his new station - the Adult Reference Information Desk at the Downtown City Library. Although he missed children’s services, he was growing accustomed to a different crowd. He was expecting Adult Reference to be more challenging questions, but he seemed to be bombarded by routine questions such as, where are the bathrooms, can I use a computer, how do I print. He did enjoy a fair amount of Reader’s Advisory - giving customers recommendations for new titles. He was well trained in RA and knew what questions teased out the real answers and help people find their next novel. He asked probing questions about the last book that a customer had read. What did they like - the genre? The setting or time period? What did they like about the character development, the protagonist. Nevertheless, it seemed that too often the customer simply wanted the latest Grisham, Baldacci, Scottoline or Lee Child. Occasionally he might get them out of their comfort zone and he enjoyed the occasional edgy recommendation. James also help guide many women to the romance section with his go to somewhat safe recommends of Gabaldon, Steel or a Harlequin series.

But today he faced a unique challenge - Claire. Claire had been coming to the library since she was a toddler. He had known her through years of storytime, early readers and board books, as she grew older, he recommended gentle reads and then into young adult titles. Claire was always curious and precocious. Throughout middle school she had become more flirtatious and extroverted, always seeming to seek James out. James always keep a comfortable, professional distance and eventually moved the second floor and Adult Services. During the past year or so James had lost touch with Claire. But today, Claire was at the Adult Reference Desk. James barely recognized her - she had grown into such a beautiful young woman. She proudly announced to James that she had graduated from high school and was all grown up and applying for her first adult card, one that required her to be 18 years old and was not attached to her parents...

Claire told James that she was looking for something to help her explore her emerging sensuality and sexuality. Something to guide her as she discovered her passions and interests. Maybe something non-fiction that was more “descriptive” than what she had learned in her Health Science classes, and a non-fiction that was more stirring and erotic than the Twilight series, which was the last recommendations that he had suggested for her... Can you help me she asks?
 
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Claire did not sleep restfully that night. Her dreams were full of anxiety and pause. Sara was there but Claire knew her husband was near as she motioned for her to be quiet. To hide their relationship as Sara went to her husband. Claire wanted to break out of the closet and run with Sara but knew she could not. She was a prisoner watching her lovely Sara service the man Claire knew to be cheating.

"Did Sara know?" Claire thought as Sara glanced at the closet doors as Jeff positioned her as he wanted.

"You want to hit me with that?" Jeff asked as Sara held the riding crop she had left a welt on Claire's ass with half and hour earlier. "Do you want me to hit you with it?" he followed and from his tone that was what he would prefer..

Claire bit her lip unable not to watch as Sara's hat fell to the floor with the crop and she wrapped her leather gloved hands around the iron headboard with him behind her.

Claire opened her eyes in the early morning light of the summer morning, frozen with anger and fear.

"Only a dream" she exhaled and wrapped herself around the overstuffed pillow she slept against wish it were Sara.
 
Home early from work Sara found herself alone and wanting to unwind, relax and de-stress after a long week of work... knowing it is too early to start on the wine, and all alone - she felt a sense of longing and desire rise within her. Sara recline on her favorite couch and her hands begin to slide over her clothes, feeling the curves of her body... a wonderful familiar sensation, Sara slowly unbutton and then slip out of her blouse. Next she unfasten her pants and let them slide off her hips and into the floor. With only her bra and panties remaining, Sara examined herself in the dinning room mirror.

She was no longer a Barbie, but Sara liked what she saw, a woman’s body with curves in all the right places... she loved how sexy she felt. She removed her bra and her hands caressed her milky white breasts.

Sara’s hands begin exploring and caressing her skin, up and down her sides and over her breasts. Pulling and pinching her nipples, Sara felt the tingling in her loins and heat begins coursing through her body.

She had done this before and was no stranger to the sensations she could bring, but she also knew that, while fun and enjoyable and helping to reduce the stress and tension of the day, it’s never really quite enough...but then again, Sara was continuing on her sexual awakening and discovering all the things that pleased her. This time she thought she would abandon the vibrator and see if she could actually squirt just using her own touch.

Sara lay back on the couch and began... slowly her fingers glided down across her stomach and beneath her panties. Her fingers slip beneath the silky material and she gently rubbed her swelling mound. Her hand reached further and the first touch of her fingers on her clitoris brought forth a familiar wetness.

Sara continued with rhythmical movements up and down, teasing and tickling her precious button. She felt her pussy become puffy and swell even more as her wetness increased. She allowed one finger to slip inside her as the palm of her hand cupped her swollen pussy. Pushing and pulling, edging herself further and further she continue her movements and felt on the verge of her first orgasm of the afternoon...

Unknown to Sara, the next door neighbor, Claire also had come home early — and she has brought a small gift of chocolate for Sara. Claire wanted to surprise Sara and had slipped quietly in the back door.

Silently Claire entered the room and saw Sara enjoying herself, the smile on Sara’s face was unmistakable and her eyes were closed as she fondled and played with her treasure. Claire loved looking at Sara’s body and the enjoyment she was experiencing. Claire wanted to join the fun...
 
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