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Monday, 30 May 2016

Week 91 #MasturbationMonday + Giveaway - The Sexy Bookminder #flashfic



It's the last Monday in May. I'm sad to see the end of Masturbation Month. It's been a good one for Masturbation Monday readers and participants alike. Here's one last flash fic to round out the month, thanks to Kayla Lords and another yummy prompt pic. Don't forget to enter the giveaway via the rafflecopter over at Masturbation Monday Central.

Here we go. Meet Alex and the sexy librarian, Miss Benton... 

"How'd I know we'd find you here." Cal sat across from me and slammed one of my text books shut.

"Don't do that," I admonished, reaching for the book and leafing through it frantically. "I have everything open to where I need it. Fuck off and leave me alone. I've got one more final."


"Come on ya big nerd. You've studied enough." Jonsey tried to pull my chair out but I dug my heels in and held onto the solid wood table before me.


"Study time is up. It's beer time. That's what you need now. Let's go, Alex. You know this shit inside and out," Leo said, grabbing my backpack. I snagged it from his grip and tossed it under my chair.


"Beer sounds great and day after tomorrow, I'll buy you all a round. But for now, will ya just leave me be." 


Just then the university librarian walked by and shushed us.

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All three of my buds did a double take but I kept my gaze firmly affixed to the formidable Miss Benton's shapely behind, accentuated by the short beige plaid skirt. Any shorter I might catch a glimpse beneath.


Involuntarily, my fingers flexed as I imagined for the umpteenth time, what it would feel like to cup that sweet ass and yank her luscious body against me.


"What have we here?" Leo drawled, as he slid his sunglasses down his nose so he could gawk

 
"Oh now I get it," Cal said. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, as they all continued to admire the sexy bookminder. 


"Your sudden fascination with the library finally makes total sense."

"Yeah, now we know what you've been studying," Jonsey said, overly loud. "Can't really blame ya. That's nice."


"Will you shut the fuck up," I hissed. "She might hear." 

And dibs fucktards, she's my fantasy fuck buddy.

"Well, I think we should sit right down here and quiz you, just to find out if you're actually retaining the material." Leo sat down beside me and picked up a book which he held low enough that he could still ogle the gorgeous woman who now stood on tip toe stretching to replace a book high up on one of the shelves. The blindingly white blouse she wore pulled tight outlining a generous roundness of side boob. My palms itched to feel the weight of that plump flesh in my hands.


"It's the least we could do," Cal agreed, mockingly. 


"Oh, I think she needs some help with tha..." 


"Get out!" I growled through clenched teeth. If anybody was gonna help her, it was gonna be me.


She turned and looked at us again. I sent her an apologetic grin, that I was sure probably looked more like a sneer. 


With a small nod, she smiled and if I wasn't mistaken, she winked. My cock twitched in response. 


"Geez, Alex, relax," Cal said, as he stood.


"Yeah, man, you need to get laid. Release some of that pent up tension."


"I need to fucking study!"


Just then, to my horror, the stunning Miss Benton, walked over to our table. "Okay, guys, you've had your fun. Alex here needs to study." I didn't even think she knew my name. 


She placed her hand on my shoulder. My dick lengthened at the innocuous touch. My dickhead friends all straightened and smirked at the lovely lady touching me. 


"And so does everyone else who's in here," she continued. "So how about you take it outside for now."

"Yes, ma'am," Cal and Jonsey, sing-songed in unison. 


Leo on the other hand neared her with a cocky swagger as if he were about to hit on her. 


She watched him levelly. One of her perfect brows rose, mocking him, tempting him to open his big mouth. 


To my astonishment, he also, responded with a dutiful 'yes ma'am' before he turned on his heel and marched towards the door with the other two moron's laughing in his wake as they too headed for the exit.


"Thanks, Miss Benton," I said, looking up at the statuesque redhead. Normally I didn't go for ginger haired women. They intimidated the hell out of me. But she had this rich thick mass of hair that I wouldn't mind getting my hands into. I could almost picture myself taming it and giving it a good yank, forcing her head backwards, her lips would part...


"No problem," she replied and I shook my head slightly, trying to clear it. "Good luck with the exam, Alex."


"Thanks," I said again, stupidly, as I scrambled for something clever to say to keep her there, if only for another minute. But I had nothin'. Nothing but a painful boner.


Indulgently, she smiled once more and then went back to work.
 

I sighed and rolled my eyes as I lowered my head to the table.
"Idiot," I grumbled. I was so fucking tired not to mention stressed.


The next thing I knew, she was back, calling my name and shaking my shoulder. "Alex... Alex..."


I lifted my head and stared at her.


"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, in a soft voice. "It's closing time."


"What?"
I looked around. Everyone else had already vacated the premises.

"You fell asleep, hon." She watched me compassionately.


"Ahh, fuck! Sorry." I could feel my face burning. 


"All these wonderful tomes before you, full of decent words..." She dragged a long red perfectly manicured fingernail over the page of the open book in front of me. I watched the path it took, my skin prickled as if she were running that nail over my flesh. "... and you choose obscenities."


"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." I wanted to stand up like a gentleman and apologize on my feet but there was nothing gentlemanly going on below the table edge. I was once again sporting a full-fledged hard-on.


"I'm not offended." She bent slightly and perched her perfect backside on the edge of the table. The tartan skirt rode high on her thighs. "It's just a shame. There are thousands of excellent words in the English language; an intelligent man needn't resort to profanity to get his point across."


"No, you're completely right." Sufficiently chastised, I stood and started to gather my books using my satchel to conceal my condition.


She picked up one of the hardcovers and passed it to me. 


"Thank you."


"So polite. Too bad you have a potty mouth." She smirked, teasing me. 


"Sorry about that, I just... I've lost hours of studying time by falling asleep. I can't afford to squander my time like that."


"I'm sure you'll do just fine, Alex. You're in here every day. It's more than I can say for your friends. I guarantee out of the four of you, you have the best marks." She gently poked my chest.


"And you'd be right," I bragged, grinning.


She returned my grin. "I'm never wrong." She touched my forearm. "Hey, listen. I feel bad. I thought about waking you up, but you looked so cute, I didn't have the heart."


I blinked. Was I hearing right?


"I have a few minutes," she continued. "I heard one of your less studious counterparts offer to quiz you. I could do that for you. Maybe make up for the time you lost."


"Really?" I asked, looking into her light blue eyes. "You'd do that for me?"


"Sure. Let me just lock the door, so we don't have any stragglers trying to get in." 


I watched as he strutted across the room her six inch black heels clunking against the hard wood. Man she had nice legs. 


I sat back down quickly, as my traitorous body reacted once again to her magnificent form.


As she walked back towards me, I handed her one of my books but instead of sitting down at the table with me, she went back to her own desk and sat down. Getting comfortable, she crossed one luscious leg over the other. Thankfully, her desk wasn't all boxed in at the front, it afforded me an awesome view of her shapely bare legs. 


She got right to it and rapid-fired questions at me. I was quite proud that I didn't make a complete imbecile of myself, too distracted by her lovely body parts to think. I kept up. In more ways than one. 


"Very good, Alex." She uncrossed her legs. "I don't think you're going to have any trouble. Let's try something a little harder." Absently, she dragged the pointed toe of one shoe up the back of her leg. I was mesmerized by it's path. 


"Yes, make it harder for me," I murmured, as I shifted in the chair. I pulled at the knee of my pantleg.

 
She set both feet back on the floor then parted her knees slightly. My gaze followed the inside of her thigh, until the shadows made it too difficult to see any more lovely pale flesh. 


A little wider, I willed silently. 


"Alex?"


Guiltily, I raised my focus to her face. "Yes, ma'am?"


"I'm waiting for your answer."


"I didn't hear the question."

 
I saw, out of my peripheral, she moved her legs again, under the table, but I willed myself to remain focused on her face. Though it was killing me. 


"I don't imagine you did. Your attention was down there." She pointed to her lap.


I cleared my throat. She had no idea. "You have lovely legs," I blurted.


"Do you think so?"


"Oh yeah."


"Thank you."


"You're welcome." I couldn't help but peek once again. 



Very slowly, she widened her knees. But she went even further than I'd been praying she would. She opened those beautiful thighs so wide that her knees were parallel to the desk she sat behind. 

"Ohhh," I moaned, as I stared at the crotch of her see-through lacy black panties. My cock swelled to ultimate hardness.


This couldn't be happening.

 
Deliberately, she reached down and dragged those sinfully red fingernails over the mid-rise waistband of the bikini-cut undies, teasing me that she might tuck her hand inside.


"Do I have your attention now, Alex?" She did it then. She slid her hand right inside her panties. I could see her knuckles moving underneath bumping the thin material. I imagined her slick and smooth. I groaned and the sound echoed in the empty chamber.


"Answer me. Do I have your undivided attention now, Alexander?"


"Oh fuck yeah," I all but panted, sitting on the very edge of the seat. Every body part I owned was rigid. "You got it all."


"I should wash that dirty mouth out," she threatened.


"I'm sorry. Better words," I reminded myself. Though I couldn't think of any better word than fuck. And that's exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted those long beautiful legs wrapped around my hips as I plunged mindlessly inside her scorching hot cunt. 


"Better yet, bring me that mouth." 


I froze when she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, giving me an unfettered view of her pretty pink pussy.
 

In a daze I tried to stand but my legs felt weak. 

"On your hands and knees," she ordered. "Crawl to me." She tapped her clit with the tip of one index finger, as she continued to hold the fabric back.


Without question, I did as she demanded. On all-fours I neared her. My mouth watered. My dick hurt. I ducked under the desk.
 

"That's it my studious little academic, bring me that dirty mouth and I'll put it to good use." She scooted her bum to the edge of the chair. 

I almost blew my load right then and there staring at Miss Benton's beautiful pussy on display just for me. Red nails, black panties, beautifully swollen glistening pussy just begging to be tasted, sucked and licked. 

I leaned in, inhaling her scent. She wrapped her hand around the back of my head. I opened my mouth, titled my chin and flicked my tongue...


* * * *
 

"Alex? Alex. Wake up sleepyhead." 

In a sleep induced daze, I lifted my head from the table and stared into the clear blue eyes of Miss Benton, the sexy bookminder. 


 © H K Carlton 2016

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2 comments:

  1. I hope his dream is made real at some point. I think I get librarian fantasies now, lol.

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