Samantha stood in front of the mirror, naked. As she let her left hand gently slide around her right breast, she took notice of how round and soft it was. She imagined her hand to be a man’s, strong and eager to manipulate the nipple between his fingers. So, she gently squeezed her nipple, watching the process in the reflection of the mirror.

“Want me,” she whispered, staring straight into her own eyes. From that moment she had decided to find a man that would do more than touch her the way she had touched her breast. She wanted him to thrust his throbbing cock into her hungry pussy too. Hard. While holding onto this thought, she quickly began to dress, left her house and went to work.

Work was okay. Samantha had managed to get a job at the local library and it suited her very well. She was a shy but thoughtful young lady that enjoyed helping people with their queries. People were often nice to her, but she longed for a day when a handsome man would come in and sweep her off her feet. Well, that day may have come. As she looked over to the entrance, she noticed a tall dark-haired man walk in through it. He was heading straight for her desk. All of a sudden, she began to tremble with nerves but hid it very well with a welcoming gaze.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me,” he asked, returning Samantha’s gaze with a kind smile.

“Sure, what can I do for you?” replied the quivering librarian. As the man began to explain his query Samantha took in every detail of his appearance. Close up he was very good looking, the kind of looks that a gorgeous film star would have, deep brown eyes, full lips, dark hair, well dressed. She looked at his hands, they seemed firm.

It turned out that he was looking for a book called ‘Poetry of Sex’ by Sophie Hannah. Samantha wondered why he wanted such a controversial book, most people just wanted to find boring, old fiction but then she discovered that he was a poet himself and had set himself the task of writing several poems to do with the sensual side of things. He was also looking for inspiration. Inspiration, Samantha thought. Curious to know what he meant by it, she overcame her nerves and plucked up the courage to ask him a question.

“How do you go about finding inspiration?” she asked.

The man paused for a moment, deep in thought. He then looked at her and said, “well, I fuck women and then I write about them. I have one poem left to write before my book is complete.”

Samantha was taken aback, never in her life had she met someone that had been so direct to her. It frightened her a little, but exhilarated her at the same time. She realised that she was keen to know more about this man so she coerced him into telling her as much as he felt he could.

It all began at school in sixth form, when his English teacher encouraged him to act upon his talent for words. As a student the man had eventually fallen for the teacher and would often masturbate in the stock room, thinking about her. One day he called out her name so loudly that she came into the room, found him with his pants down and a sticky, slippery cock held in both his hands. She could have told the headmaster but didn’t and kept quiet about it. It became their secret. He decided to write her some poems.

She loved them and encouraged him to write more. The sad thing was that the woman was someone he couldn’t have and so to try to get over her, he made love to as many women as he could. Then he started to write poems about them. That’s how it all began. Samantha found it fascinating. To her it was wild, because she had never known such things went on. To further satisfy her curiosity she asked another question.

“So… are you looking for another woman that you can ‘fuck’ so that you finish your book?”

“Yes, I am,” replied the man who looked at Samantha like he was looking at something peculiar.

“Why, are you making an offer?” he asked, waiting for her to reply.

This was it; the extraordinary moment that could lead to what Samantha had always dreamed of. If she didn’t act now, she would forever be wondering what would have happened if she had and so she decided to take the opportunity to see how this situation would unfold.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Wow, good girl,” said the man, impressed with Samantha’s bravery at volunteering herself.

“I want to seduce, you Samantha. I want to see you naked, look at your beautiful breasts and touch your sweet pussy. Will you let me do that to you?” he continued.

“Yes,” she replied obediently.

The man continued to ask Samantha how she could further provide him with some assistance. It just so happened that Samantha knew of a small, disused room at the back of the library that would be just right for what he wanted to do, and so without anybody noticing, they made their way through the library and went into this small dark room.

They both stood looking at each other for a moment gazing into each other’s eyes.

“you do know what this entails, don’t you, Samantha?” he asked, just to make sure she was okay with what was about to happen. Samantha nodded, nervously.

He then slid his hands over her gold satin blouse gradually feeling the curves of her breasts through it, circling them very slightly for a few moments. His fingers reached for the buttons and he began to undo them one by one, revealing her lacy black bra underneath. He flung the blouse off her shoulders and the golden material fell to the floor. The man was getting closer to seeing what Samantha’s semi naked body would look like and was enjoying every second of it.

“I want you,” he said.

Then he slid his thumbs underneath her bra straps and slowly pulled them down past the curves of the librarian’s shoulders till the bra had settled round her waist. He let go of the bra, stood back and stared at semi naked Samantha.

“wow, Samantha. You’re perfect. How does it make you feel, having your beautiful breasts exposed to a stranger?”

“It feels exciting,” whispered the librarian.

“Do you like it?” the man asked.

“Yes,” the woman replied.

The man then went to lower himself a little towards Samantha so that his lips could touch the nipple of one of her breasts. He placed one hand on her hip and firmly grabbed her crotch through her skirt with the other, while he hungrily sucked her nipple, licking it, tugging away at it with his teeth. It went on for a while till he stood up again.

“I knew that the moment I saw you I wanted to tear all your clothes off, grab you by the neck and thrust my hungry cock into you,” he whispered into her ear. “It just felt right. It feels like it was meant to happen, so that is what I’m going to do.”

“Ok,” replied the librarian.

He put his hands on each of her breasts, asserted his body weight at the woman, making her smack the wall behind her with a thud. He let go of her breasts, quickly undid his trousers and pulled them off his legs along with his underwear. Samantha lowered her eyes to notice the man’s huge erect cock. He then he forced her skirt and knickers down till they reached her feet and used his knees to part her legs. A couple of his fingers gently slid the inside her pussy to see how wet she was.

She was very wet, just right for his cock to be able to glide in and out of her several times, and so he rested his body upon hers for a moment, pushed his cock into her wet pussy really slowly and proceeded to thrust her. With his elbow on her shoulder and his hand gripping her neck tightly, each thrust became harder and harder. Her body jerked up and down with each movement. As he reached climax his silky cum trickled down the woman’s legs forming a puddle on the floor.

Months passed by and nothing happened. No contact, no nothing. There were no regrets though either. Samantha had thoroughly enjoyed the experience. It had given her a great boost of confidence and she had felt her shyness diminishing. Then one day a member of staff at the library told Samantha that a parcel had arrived with her name on it.

It was handed over to her. She tore the parcel open desperate to know what it would be and realised it was a book. It was titled: Adventures with A Librarian and Other Poems.

She felt a surge of excitement and quickly opened the book to find the first poem. It was all about what she had encountered with the man she met all those months ago. A wonderful poem, she thought and smiled. She may not ever see the stranger again but it didn’t stop her from having a spring in her step. It was something she would cherish for the rest of her life.