In the quiet town of Beswick, lived a woman named Marianne. She was a librarian, known for her strict demeanor and love for books. At 35, she was still unmarried, and her only companion was her vast collection of books.
One day, a young man named Oliver moved to Beswick. He was a traveler, always on the move, seeking new adventures. He had a charm that was hard to resist, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. When he met Marianne, he felt an immediate connection.
One evening, after the library had closed, Oliver found himself alone with Marianne. He noticed a book on the counter, “The Art of Love,” with a chapter on intimacy and sensuality. He looked at Marianne, who blushed and quickly hid the book.
“I didn’t know librarians read such books,” Oliver said with a smirk.
Marianne hesitated, then said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Oliver.”
Oliver moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Then tell me, Marianne. I want to know everything about you.”
Marianne looked down, then back up at Oliver. She took a deep breath and said, “I have pubic hair that grows in my bra.”
Oliver raised an eyebrow, surprised by her confession. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” Marianne said, looking away. “I’ve always done it. It feels…comfortable.”
Oliver moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her face. “I think it’s sexy,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Marianne looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. Oliver leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands explored her body, caressing her curves and teasing her nipples.
He reached under her skirt, his fingers finding their way to her wet pussy. He groaned as he felt her warmth, his fingers sliding in and out of her with ease.
Marianne moaned, her hands reaching for Oliver’s cock. She stroked him, feeling him grow harder in her hand.
Oliver broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to her neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, his fingers still working her pussy.
“I want to taste you,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
He knelt down, his tongue flicking out to taste her juices. Marianne gasped, her hands reaching for his head.
Oliver licked and sucked on her clit, his fingers still inside her. Marianne moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Oh, Oliver,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m going to cum.”
Oliver didn’t stop, his tongue working her clit as she came hard. He stood up, his cock pressing against her entrance.
“I want to fuck you, Marianne,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Marianne nodded, her hands reaching for his cock. She guided him inside her, his thickness filling her up.
Oliver thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips. Marianne moaned, her hands reaching for his shoulders.
They moved together, their bodies becoming one. Oliver groaned as he felt himself getting closer to cumming.
“I’m going to cum, Marianne,” he said, his voice husky.
Marianne moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Cum inside me, Oliver,” she said, her voice soft and sweet.
Oliver groaned, his cock throbbing as he came hard inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body trembling with pleasure.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
“I never knew sex could be like this,” Marianne said, her voice soft and sweet.
Oliver smiled, his fingers tracing her face. “Neither did I,” he said, his voice low and husky.
From that day on, Marianne and Oliver became inseparable. They explored each other’s bodies, learning new ways to pleasure each other. And every time they had sex, they remembered the day Marianne confessed her secret and Oliver showed her the true meaning of pleasure.
