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.

"Ray, I probably have a dozen pairs of reading glasses with beaded chains; do you think you can handle the job?"

"All half-glasses style?"

"No, mostly half-glasses and some silver ovals."

"Well, Greta, I would like to see those sometime, what is your middle name?" I ask.

"Joan."

"Ok. how about dropping over at my place after we leave here?"

"Sounds good to me."

"So, Greta, do you play the piano?"

"I have a Yamaha stage piano with an amplifier, but a piano gives a warmer sound by far."

"Well, if you want, you can come over to my place and play my Baldwin."

"Thanks, how about tomorrow after I get out of church? Say around noontime?"

"Great, I will look forward to that."

We finish our dinner and have some zeppole, the Italian word for a doughnut, that you dip into a caramel or raspberry sauce and some coffee, then head over to her place.

We're sitting on her sofa for a bit and talk, she makes some coffee, and then she tells me to close my eyes. Next thing I know she has my hands tied behind my back with a belt.

"I want you to take off my bra with your teeth," she says and her blouse is off, so I nuzzle around her shoulders and get a good grip on her bra strap and gave it a good tug. I have gotten that strap down to her elbow then I go to work on the other strap and do likewise. Once Greta has her hands out from under the straps, she puts her hands up like she was under arrest and I grab the bra with my teeth and pull it up over her head.

Greta's aureolae are large and her nipples are about a half-inch long red and thick.

"Have at them," says Greta.

So I take her gold half-glasses with the purple beads and rub them all over her nipples. Then I take those purple beads and her half-glasses and run the beads past her nipples rather quickly so they flutter back and forth. In a short time, she is starting to get really turned on and I see her dainty fingers making a beeline towards her vagina, I have her legs open more so and with those purple beads, I run them over her labia. Greta is going wild now and I get my tongue up into the furnace of her desires.

One of her heels is off and I figured it can be put to better use than lying on the floor. I start to finger-fuck Greta with my second and third fingers and she's getting wetter as I heard her love juices sloshing around my fingers. Then I grab that heel and stuffed the toes end up into her garden and work that heel back and forth, all the while the light from an antique lamp shining on that heel is bouncing all over. It is like the shoe is talking to me, telling me to really do Greta with it.

Greta is bucking at the hips and making all sorts of sounds which I take as sexual pleasure.

"Now it's your turn, Ray. Come on in!" she says with heavy breathing.

I'm already nude so I get on top and get that pepperoni lined up for her love box. I am in and it is great. She has muscles down there like "Popeye the Sailor Man". The way they grip my cock, I know it will be in her for a while. I have no intention of hurrying this thing up and I go for the long, slow style and let her tell me to speed up the works.

I play Greta like I'm doing that Chopin piece, opus ten No.3, to be exact, and when the dynamics call for louder or softer, she gets it faster or slower.

Part of this etude calls for playing louder and slower at the same time and I go in with a raging fury but at a somewhat slower tempo. At the Crescendo, I go in with all my might then return to the regular tempo and from there, a bit softer and slower all the while the melody of this classical piece is playing in my ears and I see Greta and her sweet smile. She looks at me either through or over the tops of her gold half-square glasses with the purple beads hanging from them, moving to the way she is getting pounded.

Greta has to have cum three or four times, as her body stiffens up so as to keep my organ in her and by her looks, I know she enjoyed this very much.

We lie upon the bed for a while, talking about whatever, and then it happens, uh-huh, the munchies. She goes out to the kitchen and comes back with a tray of various chips and dips. I have a thing for the spinach dip but Greta goes for the hot salsa.

She is now donning the gold half-glasses with purple beads and she takes the black oval style glasses with the beads I fixed and wraps them around my cock and rubs the glasses all over my balls and over the top of my cock while giving me a handjob to die for. I am feeling all those sexy pearls moving around and she holds her black oval style glasses in such a way that when I start cumming, those half-moons are flooded with my warm thick bug juice, and Greta is licking the stuff off them with a passion.

"You gonna clean these for me?" asks Greta.

"Hell yeah." So I clean her black ovals with the half-moons and I love how she got me to cum over them and removing her brassiere with my teeth. It has been a most wonderful evening.

It is now the wee hours of a new day and I'm bushed. Greta would be over after church to play a real piano and who knows what else she might want to play? Will she bring those black sparkling ovals with the half-moons? I'm really looking forward to that.