The Librarian – Auto Erotic

This is part 3 of The Librarian series, you can see parts one and two here, and here.

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I feel like I’ve been smiling since ever she handed me her lace panties. Or maybe it was the deep inhale of her feminine scent that did it. Either way, we’re back in the car, and I’m hard just thinking about the fact that the material that is supposed to cover her folds currently sits in my pocket.

My eyes keep returning to her legs, which are slightly spread, skirt hitched up to mid-thigh. The tops of her stockings peek out, waving a little hello. Above, creamy thighs tickle my senses. All of it together is making my brain envision all sorts of indecent mouthwatering thoughts. I swallow, rather loudly and turn my eyes back to the road and endeavor to keep them there.

“Gardener,” Emerald says brusquely, making me jump. I look over to find she’s shuffled in her seat, her body turned towards me. One leg is now folded and pressed against the backrest. The other is spread wide, a heeled shoe firmly on the floor. The skirt that moments ago was placed mid-thigh is now bunched around her waist, leaving only the thin straps of her garter belt in place. And centered among it all is her glorious cunt, pink and shiny.

She’s completely bare, waxed or shaven, I’m unsure. I truly don’t care. Either way, she looks delicious. Glistening and altogether divine. Her position spreads her labia, giving me a perfect view of her slit. Below that, a tighter puckered hole winks at me. I groan against the hardness of my now throbbing cock. Emerald may be all my dreams come to life. Or she’ll be the death of me; lack of blood to the brain. Fuck it, I’ll die a happy man.

Emerald, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Her eyes are the same colour although I’m not sure I’ve looked at them much. Between the groping session in the library, rubbing my cock with her toes at dinner, and the sight before me now, I’ll admit her eyes have not been high on my list of things to look at.

My head is bouncing back and forth like I’m at a tennis match rather than driving a car. It’s taking everything in my power not to crash to the curb or pull over and take her right here. I find myself turning down the radio so I can pay attention. Like the words being delivered to my ears are the reason for the sudden tightness in my pants.

“Do you like what you see Hudson?” Emerald asks as she coyly bats her lashes.

Her fingers have moved to her center, running lazily through her folds. Each descent gathering the moisture that lubricates her entrance. I lick my lips as I watch it spread to her button. She swirls her fingers gently before pressing them south once more.

My only reply is an audible swallow.

“New game, Gardener. Get us to my place before I climax, and I’ll let you replace my fingers. A reward for being such a good sport tonight. If I come first, you’ll receive nothing more than my scent filling the confines of your car. At least tonight.” The last part is said around an ear-to-ear grin, her pearly whites reflecting the passing streetlights. She suddenly looks very mischievous, almost devilish. And every bit a sex siren. “What do you say?”

“Yes!” I all but scream at her.

Laughing, she relaxes against the door. Whether to give her hand more space or me a better view, I don’t care. The relaxed pose just makes her look sexier, more fuckable. Like that was possible. I slow the car a fraction, not wanting to miss a thing but also not wanting to cause an accident.

“What would make this better Gardner? Tell me what you want to see.”

“Your tit’s. Show me your tits.” I don’t think about it. I don’t need to. I stared at them the entire time she jacked me off at dinner, I need to see them bare and unprotected if it’s the last thing I do.

She doesn’t even hesitate, just starts undoing her shirt buttons. Each one opens to expose more milky white skin and that seductive red bra. Opening the two sides wide, she runs her fingers up her ample cleavage then skims her finger across the lace cup’s top edge. Looking directly at me, ensuring she has my attention she rubs her fingers back and forth, then slips her pointer fingers inside and swiftly pulls down.

Beautiful round globes tumble out. More than a handful, but a generous amount for her lithe frame. Dark pink nipples perk up to great me, hardening as I watch. Her hand slips back down to the space between her legs, where she sinks two fingers inside her heat, then out to circle her clit.

I’ve never seen a more amazing sight. She is sex, personified. I could watch her all night.

“Eyes on the road, Gardener,” she says with a smile, mimicking an earlier time in the night. I chuckle along with her but am secretly thankful as it gives me a moment to collect myself.

I do my best to ignore the audial entertainment. Each dip of her fingers into her canal offers a sweet sucking melody that has my balls pulling up tight. Emerald has started releasing small moans, telling me that her body is responding to her finger’s explorations. They’re sweet and innocent and completely contradict the woman beside me. They also do nothing to stave off my erection. I reach down to adjust myself but stop when her hand reaches out gently.

“Uh, uh Hudson. No touching. I want you uncomfortable.”

I swallow and replace my hand on the wheel, my eyes back on the road. The exit is coming up. I need to pay attention. But it’s so hard. And so is my dick. I take my turn and then look over at the goddess beside me once more.

Her other hand is pinching and twisting a nipple. Pulling it out roughly, then letting go. I’m mesmerised as her breast bounces back into place. She repeats her actions while pumping two fingers roughly into her core. Each thrust withdraws her juices. Both fingers are soaked, as are her thighs and most of her hand. She was not wrong about her scent filling the confines of the car. With each inhalation, I breathe it in. It’s intoxicating and I can’t wait to taste her.

“I’m close, Gardener. You’d better hurry up.”

We’re only a few blocks away so I step on the gas. Taking the final left, I see her building ahead. Looking over I find her fingers buried deep inside her, the other hand working her clit in a frenzy. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth moving in tiny whispers. Nothing comes out but moans, and whimpers, subtle groans. Those sounds are heaven and hell.

Looking at the building numbers I spot hers and pull up into the visitor’s space, before quickly shutting the ignition off.

“We’re here,” I say, a huge grin on my face. I feel like I’ve just climbed Mount Everest instead of merely getting my date home by curfew.

“More’s the pity. I was so close”. Emerald says the words, but her hands don’t stop. She simply continues to plunge her fingers deep into her pool. “I do so want to come. Do you want me to come, Hudson?” I nod as I grip the steering wheel in both hands.

Removing her fingers from her well, she focuses solely on her clit. “Clean my fingers, Hudson. Lick them clean.” She whispers seductively.

Taking her hand, I pull both into my mouth, savoring the musky tang that fills my senses. I emit a return moan as I swirl my tongue. Swallowing her cream, I pull them out to lick the entire length of each. I look her in the eye as I continue licking, sucking, and slurping on her fingers, stopping only to nip the tips of each.

Sitting up abruptly, Emerald grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me to her roughly. “Kiss me, Gardner,” she growls before planting her lips on mine and driving her tongue into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I swallow her moans and mewls as she comes apart. Her lips keep moving as she rides the waves of orgasm, delighting in each contraction. She grinds against the heel of her hand, hips bucking wildly.

Her mouth slows until finally, just her forehead is resting against mine. We’re both panting, cheeks flushed. Sitting back, Emerald places her freshly glazed fingers on my lips and slowly traces the outline.

“You are such a good boy. Let’s go inside so I can show you exactly how good boys are rewarded.”

To read The Librarian from the beginning see Intimate Introduction. Part two is Dinner and a Show.

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For more imaginative tales, hit the bullseye.

For more smutty stories, see Fiction.

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