In the dimly lit corner of the local library, I found myself entranced by the figure of a woman. She was a mature woman, with a face that bore the lines of wisdom and experience. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and she wore a push-up bra that accentuated her ample assets. Her eyes were focused on the book in front of her, but every so often, they would flick up and scan the room, as if searching for something.
I couldn’t help but feel a growing desire for her. I had always had a thing for older women, and she was the epitome of sophistication and sex appeal. I decided to approach her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re reading a book on ancient Greek mythology. I’m a bit of a fan myself.”
She looked up at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Oh, really?” she said. “And what is it about Greek mythology that interests you?”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. “Well, I find the stories of gods and mortals, their love affairs and lustful desires, to be quite captivating,” I said, my eyes locked onto hers.
She raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Is that so?” she said. “And what would you say if I told you that I, too, find those stories to be quite… arousing?”
My heart skipped a beat. “I’d say that I’m glad I approached you,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
She closed her book, her eyes never leaving mine. “Follow me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
She led me to the back room of the library, where the stacks of books stood tall and imposing. She turned to face me, her back pressed up against a shelf. I could see the outline of her nipples through her blouse, and my cock twitched in my pants.
She reached out, her hand tracing the line of my jaw. “I’ve been watching you,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “I can tell that you’re a man who appreciates the finer things in life. And I’m a woman who knows how to give pleasure.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine. I could taste the faint hint of coffee on her breath, and I moaned softly as her tongue slipped into my mouth. Our kiss grew more passionate, our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
She broke away, her eyes glinting with desire. “Take off your pants,” she commanded.
I did as she said, my cock springing free. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. She stroked me slowly, her thumb brushing against the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily.
She sank to her knees, her eyes locked onto mine. She licked her lips, her tongue snaking out to tease the head of my cock. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair.
She took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around my shaft. She sucked me deep, her tongue swirling around my cock. I moaned, my head falling back.
She quickened her pace, her mouth moving up and down my shaft. I could feel the tension building in my balls, my orgasm approaching.
“I’m going to cum,” I gasped.
She pulled back, her hand still wrapped around my cock. She stroked me faster, her eyes focused on the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hips bucking as I came. She aimed my cock at her face, cum splattering across her cheeks and lips.
She smiled, her tongue snaking out to taste my cum. “Delicious,” she said, her voice husky.
She stood up, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “I hope that was as enjoyable for you as it was for me,” she said.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “More,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Until next time,” she said, her voice filled with promise.
She turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my cock still wet with cum. I watched her go, my heart still pounding in my chest.
I knew that I would never forget that encounter, the taste of her lips, the feel of her mouth on my cock, the sight of my cum on her face. I knew that I would crave more, that I would do anything to have her again.
And I knew that she would be the one to give it to me.
