OlderThanDirt
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Fredrick is in his mid forties. He is 6' tall, about 200 lb., and physically fit with no excess of body fat. He has a handsome rugged face and is beginning to become gray at the temples. He has come to the library for some advice that will help him write a story about some experiences he has had recently where he runs into Jane the reference librarian.
Enjoy.
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Fredrick was on his way to the library to see if there were any books which might be helpful in writing an erotic story which had been buzzing about in his mind for at least two weeks now. As usual, when he thought of the library, a particular librarian came to mind. Her name was Jane and he always looked forward to the possibility of seeing her and having a brief interaction. She seemed to welcome his attention, even though it was limited to just a few sentences.
Fifteen minutes after he arrived, he had found that there were no books which would be that helpful, so he just grabbed a mystery and headed for the checkout. When he arrived, there she was. He had forgotten how attractive she was. Even sexy. In her late forties, she was medium height, maybe five feet five or six, and had a slim waist. The clothes she wore accentuated her hips and breasts because she had a fine ass and the ample, heavy breasts which look so good on women her age or a little older. She seemed to wear sheer panties and bras which did not appear to offer any support and surely did not restrict movement. Even when her blouse was buttoned, the motion of her breasts was obvious beneath the silk and it seemed that she had a habit of moving in a way that accentuated the natural motion of her breasts and her ass. She was proud of them. She liked to run her hand over her rear to smooth out her skirt, but it also called attention to that great behind and it looked like the more attention she was getting, the more that skirt needed smoothing. When she wasn't using it, her right hand would naturally come to rest at the top button of her blouse as if starting to unbutton was the next thing she was going to do. All in all, the woman was a knockout and he always got a tingle in his balls and began to get hard when he was around her. Today was no exception. Her effect on him was even stronger today, because she had her hair up in a loose bun. The bun was large and held in place by a single skewer. Her hair was dark brown and shiny. She had a lot of it. When she let it down, It had a loose natural curl and flowed down over her shoulders, over her breasts, and in the back, reached rich and full to below her buttocks. A man could get lost in that hair. Even when she had it up in a bun, it made him want to fuck her – hard.
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D. Path Mann
Enjoy.
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Fredrick was on his way to the library to see if there were any books which might be helpful in writing an erotic story which had been buzzing about in his mind for at least two weeks now. As usual, when he thought of the library, a particular librarian came to mind. Her name was Jane and he always looked forward to the possibility of seeing her and having a brief interaction. She seemed to welcome his attention, even though it was limited to just a few sentences.
Fifteen minutes after he arrived, he had found that there were no books which would be that helpful, so he just grabbed a mystery and headed for the checkout. When he arrived, there she was. He had forgotten how attractive she was. Even sexy. In her late forties, she was medium height, maybe five feet five or six, and had a slim waist. The clothes she wore accentuated her hips and breasts because she had a fine ass and the ample, heavy breasts which look so good on women her age or a little older. She seemed to wear sheer panties and bras which did not appear to offer any support and surely did not restrict movement. Even when her blouse was buttoned, the motion of her breasts was obvious beneath the silk and it seemed that she had a habit of moving in a way that accentuated the natural motion of her breasts and her ass. She was proud of them. She liked to run her hand over her rear to smooth out her skirt, but it also called attention to that great behind and it looked like the more attention she was getting, the more that skirt needed smoothing. When she wasn't using it, her right hand would naturally come to rest at the top button of her blouse as if starting to unbutton was the next thing she was going to do. All in all, the woman was a knockout and he always got a tingle in his balls and began to get hard when he was around her. Today was no exception. Her effect on him was even stronger today, because she had her hair up in a loose bun. The bun was large and held in place by a single skewer. Her hair was dark brown and shiny. She had a lot of it. When she let it down, It had a loose natural curl and flowed down over her shoulders, over her breasts, and in the back, reached rich and full to below her buttocks. A man could get lost in that hair. Even when she had it up in a bun, it made him want to fuck her – hard.
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D. Path Mann
