I am working on a book I started a while ago and need to go to the Library to do some research on Alessandro Volta, André-Marie Ampère, George Ohm and H.C. Ørsted and their contributions to the study of electricity.
There is a librarian there who is quite helpful to me and she dresses the part as well: a black skirt and white ruffled V neck blouse, her hair in a ponytail, and black oval style glasses hanging from an eyeglass chain of small pearls. Her name is Greta, probably in her mid-fifties and she has soft highlights in her grey hair.
Today while helping me, her eyeglass chain separated itself from her glasses and both head to the floor. I'm quick enough to grab them before they hit the floor and I try her glasses, looking through their half-moons for seeing better up close as I check out the end of the chain and find a small gap where none should be.
"Well, Greta, here is the trouble. There is a small space here, but I can fix it for you. Give me a couple of minutes to get a pair of long-nose pliers from my truck."
I'm back in two shakes and have her beaded eyeglass chain fixed and her glasses will stay where they belong, sitting on the shelf of her 44D size bosom.
"Oh, thank you so much, Ray, I really appreciate your kindness in fixing these for me."
"Well, Greta, I am glad I was able to do so. Any chance of taking you out to dinner Saturday evening?"
"Of course, you can take me out to dinner."
Greta tells me where she lives and gives me her number and I go about my research as I planned on.
I'm really looking forward to taking Greta out, and, frankly speaking, getting her into the sack as well. She is about six feet tall with long gray hair so smooth you can see soft highlights.
Her heels are black patent two-inch chopped heels and look sexy.
Today is Saturday, I'm casually dressed, and we go to a well-known Italian joint for their great salad and garlic breadsticks as well as four-cheese baked Ziti with meatballs and sausage.
Greta has her dressier pair of glasses tonight, being gold half-round in style and an eyeglass chain of small purple beads.
"Ah, different glasses tonight, Greta?"
"Yes, these are just for reading, anything but work. You really take notice of things"
"I used to do security guard work, for a large office and we had to know who was who. I also notice the glasses you wore, the black ovals, are bifocals and that there is something romantic about your half-moons."
"So you're saying you like my half-moons? I can make sure they do something quite romantic for you, Would you like to see me drag my half-moons all over that sausage of yours and your meatballs too?"
I like the way the tone of Greta's voice goes up when she says, "You like my half-moons?" And smiles as she asks if I'd like to see her drag her half-moons all over my sausage and meatballs.
"Tell you what, Greta, how about me keeping them nice and spotless for you when we are together, how does that sound?"
Greta likes the idea as she takes the eyeglass chain from over her head and gives them to me. I have a clean cotton hanky, so I clean them. Then, with the chain of beads on the back of my neck, I peer through them to see if there are any smudges.
"You really like these, huh, Ray?"
"Well, to be honest, I do like the looks of a woman in reading glasses, and the eyeglass chain is very feminine looking."
"Did you say you play the piano?'
"I guess I did because I do play, mostly classical music, say a few pieces from Chopin and Beethoven's Moonlight sonata."
"That is a hauntingly eerie piece of music," says Greta.
"Oh, so you are familiar with it?"
"Very much so, you have great taste in music, Ray."
We are having a great time just talking and eating and she says, "Other things could be done with my eyeglass chains, bifocals, half-glasses, and even high heels, you do know that... right?"
"And you'd be wearing half-glasses as you get romantic with your half-moons... Greta?"
"Would you like me to wear the half-round style or half-square style?"
"That is so nice, yes the half-square style. Ya know, Greta, so many young girls are out there wearing funky men's style horn rims all wanting to look like Jack Benny, fa God's sake."
"Tell me about it! Some have even suggested that the librarians get a more up-to-date style of glasses; not going to happen with me, especially now since you want me to get romantic with the half-moons in my black ovals. You know, Ray, I hardly say anything about deep feelings I have, but seeing you wear my glasses, and I'm sure you looked through the half-moons to see why the finder unhooked itself, seeing you in my glasses started to get me a bit gushy down there."
She says it with a smile and I love what she is thinking.
"I'd be glad to get you all wet and gushy anytime, Greta."
"You made a very nice offer to keep my half-glasses spotless and I want to show you my appreciation for that offer. I might want to see your cock and my black ovals very close to each other, maybe it looking through my half-moons?"
"Well, that is very nice. I have some idea where those eyeglass chains could be wrapped. I am sure it will be quite nice."
The next thing I know is she has the pointy toes of her black patent heels stuffed into my crotch and I have no trouble with that.