In a small town, there lived a woman named Marianne. She was 35 years old, with short, dark hair that curled around her ears and framed her delicate face. She was a librarian, known for her love of books and her strict adherence to the rules. But behind her modest exterior, there was a woman with a deep desire for pleasure.
One day, a man named Jack came into the library. He was a traveler, with a rugged beard and piercing blue eyes. He had heard of the beautiful librarian with short hair and could not resist coming to meet her.
As he browsed the aisles, he couldn’t help but notice Marianne, her eyes focused on the book in her hands, her lips moving slightly as she read. He felt a stirring in his loins, a desire to possess her, to make her his own.
He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I couldn’t help but notice you. I’m Jack.”
Marianne looked up, surprised. She took in his rugged appearance and felt a flutter in her chest. “I’m Marianne,” she said, extending her hand.
Jack took her hand, his fingers lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary. “I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.
Marianne hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
That night, they went to a small Italian restaurant, where they shared a bottle of wine and talked for hours. Jack told her stories of his travels, while Marianne listened, her eyes sparkling with interest.
As the evening wore on, the conversation turned to more personal topics. Jack confessed his attraction to Marianne, and she admitted that she felt the same way. Without a word, they left the restaurant and headed back to Marianne’s apartment.
As soon as they were inside, Jack pulled Marianne close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his in a dance as old as time.
Jack’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and making her moan with pleasure. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and freeing her breasts. She gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until it was hard and aching.
Marianne’s hands were not idle either. She reached down, rubbing Jack’s cock through his jeans. He groaned, his hips bucking against her hand.
Without breaking their kiss, Jack picked Marianne up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes taking in her naked form. She was beautiful, with curves in all the right places.
He quickly undressed, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Marianne’s eyes widened as she saw it, and she reached out, wrapping her hand around the shaft.
Jack moaned as she stroked him, her fingers tight around him. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her.
He spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He rubbed her clit, making her moan and writhe in pleasure.
Then, he entered her, his cock sliding in easily. She gasped as he filled her, her muscles clenching around him.
They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. Jack’s thrusts became harder and faster, his balls slapping against Marianne’s ass.
She moaned, her fingers digging into his back. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, her orgasm building.
Jack felt his own climax approaching, his balls tightening. He thrust deeper, harder, and Marianne cried out as she came, her orgasm triggering his own.
He collapsed on top of her, their bodies still joined. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing.
“That was amazing,” Jack whispered, his lips brushing against Marianne’s ear.
“Yes, it was,” she agreed, her fingers tracing circles on his back.
And so, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The beginning of a beautiful love story.
