Literotic asexstories – The Quiet Librarian by ainu,ainu
She does what she calls her floor exercises; sit-ups, crunches, kegels and so on. Jogs the university track several times a week. So, she’s in decent physical condition.
She’s intelligent, with a Master’s degree in Library Science. She’s an assistant librarian at the University library. The youngest of her peers in the professional ranks at the library, she’s also the only single woman. The conversations of the other women at breaks or during lunch very often leave Betty Jean blushing. It’s surprising to her that the conversation so often is about sex. She learns more about the various husbands’ sexual practices and interests than she ever expected.
Betty Jean has no direct, personal sexual experience. She dated a little in high school and as an undergraduate, has kissed and been kissed, has fended off a little miscellaneous pawing. But never has moved on to anything serious sexually. Maybe it’s because she’s so quiet, maybe because she’s so proper, but she never went beyond the second or third date with anyone. She did view a very explicit porn video with a group of other girls in college. It was shown after they were all ready for bed and, as they viewed several naked couples doing everything that males and females can do with each other, the room became redolent with a sexual odor as the girls almost unanimously fingered themselves.
During that video Betty Jean had her first real orgasm. She’d fingered herself before, found it very pleasant. But during that video she, almost unconsciously, worked on herself with a real fervor. Since then, she’s brought herself to orgasm fairly regularly, thinking of some of the videos scenes as she does so. She purposely doesn’t do it as often as she feels like it, thinking there’s probably something wrong with feeling that way.
She’s looked at her naked body in a mirror and noticed how the muscles of her thighs curve out as they move up to her hips, leaving an opening that she once saw described in a book as “the perfect shape for a man’s chin and lips as he licks into her labia.” She saw a man licking and sucking on a woman’s clit in the video, remarkable close-up shots, and often thinks of that while masturbating. But what she thinks of mostly are penises. Erect, sexy things with a big end on them — a smaller, pointy end would make more sense she’s often thought – are almost an obsession.
She lives on the third floor of a three story apartment building near the campus. Not new but still maintained well with many university employees living there. She has a one bedroom apartment — living room, kitchen, dinette, bedroom with small balcony, bathroom. In the bathroom, the shower is over the faucets of a tub with a sliding shower curtain. The walls are tiled up to just above her shoulder height. One evening, as she finished her shower, she notices a drop of water forming right above the tile. It runs down and a another drop forms. She touches it with her finger. As she moves her finger it dislodges a small speck of paint and reveals a small, round hole.
The hole could have been there for years, covered over at sometime in the past with paint. She looks closely and realizes it was so perfectly round it must have been purposely drilled in the wallboard. She barely had to bend at all to get her eye to the hole and look into it. She was looking into the bathroom of the next apartment. She has a very restricted view but could see a naked body taking a shower. As she moves to see down and up she realizes it;s a man. She can see his penis and testicles and pubic hair. She looks for a few moments. It;s the first live, real penis she’s ever seen. She feels the need to touch herself, thinks of the penises in the video as she watches this one.
As the man moves she realizes he’s well built, fairly trim. She moves her angle of looking to see higher and realizes it’s a man she’s seen very often coming in and out of the apartment building and at the university. Then she looks down again to see his penis. She watches as he washes his genitals, lifts the penis and pushes the skin back. She watches until he finishes, gets out of the shower and dries himself., sliding her finger over her clit. She only gets glimpses of different parts of his body as he dries. He then moves to the sink. She can’t see him except when he occasionally steps back. She assumes he’s brushing his teeth and doing his hair. Then he leaves the bathroom and turns the light off. She works on herself to a lovely climax, thinking of his penis.
She’s embarrassed that she had watched him and yet fascinated with being able to see his naked body. She had some tangible things to include in her fantasy that evening as she lay in bed and masturbated again to a better than normal orgasm.
Over the next few weeks, she learned his habits and began watching him every evening. She purposely took her showers earlier each evening so that she’d be free to watch him take his. She’d get naked and stand in her tub and watch him. At times he lingered at washing his penis and it would grow significantly. She would finger herself even more forcefully when he would do this, imagining having access to that penis. She would nod and blush and murmur something when passing him as she entered or left the building. She saw him running the track while she jogged several times and blushed even more. She found herself thinking of his penis often. Essentially obsessing. She realized what was happening but rationalized that it’s probably normal for a female to be enthralled with the male organ.
The next door neighbor, Dale Hanfils, had noticed Betty Jean for some time and intended to some time try and talk to her and perhaps date her. But he was almost as shy as she was. So he had not yet made any move. Dale was starting work on his doctorate, worked for now as an instructor, about the lowest professional rank. His intent was to eventually be a professor at some college or university.
Dale had slightly more sexual experience than Betty Jean. He had actually had vaginal sex with four females in his life. Each had much more experience than him and each used him for their own gratification because he was available at the right time. But he had no long term relationship with any of the women.
He’s 5’9″, trim, brown hair, brown eyes. He ran track in high school and as an undergraduate — never a champ but one of those that earned the second and third places that a track team needs. Now he runs almost every day at the university track.
Unknown to each other, Dale had also discovered the hole in much the same way Betty Jean had. So far they had never looked at the same time. But he had, for several weeks, watched Betty Jean shower and was almost as obsessed with her body as she was with his.
This day, he watched her shower. For whatever reason, she began thinking of his penis and began fingering herself. In fact, she turned off the water and concentrated her efforts, working towards an orgasm. Dale is standing naked roughly two feet away, with a wall between them, watching her. He knows he has to make a move right now, as she’s so aroused.
Betty Jean hears her doorbell, ignores it. She’s getting too close to cumming. The bell is insistent. Reluctantly she steps out of the tub, wraps a large towel around her, tucks it in to hold it up, and goes to the door. Dale is out there but just leans his head around to talk to her.
“Hi, sorry to bother you like this. I’m your neighbor in 3-J next door. It’s embarrassing but I stepped out into the hall and my door slammed shut and I can’t get in. I was wondering if I could go through your apartment and climb from your balcony to mine and get in that way.”
“Can’t the super let you in?”
“Well, maybe so. I don’t know whether he’s here or not. But it’s even more embarrassing. I’m naked. I need to borrow a towel or something from you. That’s why I’m staying behind the door and just leaning around it like this.”
Betty Jean just looked at him a moment and then decided she really should help. Maybe this is finally a way to meet him. “O.k.,” she says, ” just a moment.” She leaves the door open and goes back to her bathroom and gets a towel for him. For whatever reason, probably just because it was close, she gets a rather small bath towel. She has a much larger one around her. She takes it back with her and hands it to him.
“Thanks,” he says, “thanks a lot.” He wraps it around his waist and steps out from behind the door.
“C’mon in,” she says, turning and heading to her bedroom. “The balcony is through here, although it’s probably just like your place and you would know that.” As she walks away, the towel spreads open slightly with each step and Dale sees part of her naked butt cheeks and her upper thighs. Without realizing it, he starts getting an erection.
Betty Jean walks through to her bedroom, to the sliding door onto the balcony, then turns. The way Dale has fastened the towel around his waist leaves an opening almost in front, just off center slightly over one leg. His erection has grown and as it raised has pushed the towel aside enough to be sticking out in front. Betty Jean sees it, locks her eyes onto it. It’s the first full erection she’s ever seen. Dale steps by her onto the balcony. He would like to do or say something to take advantage of this opportunity but doesn’t know what. So he looks over to his balcony. There’s only a two foot separation.
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