Librarian approaches a man she knows but she will get to know him in a whole new way

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I approached the corner of the vast room usually utilised by these conjugating couples, but I couldn't immediately see or hear them. Instead, I noticed a lone figure standing in the aisle ahead of me, peering through the books on one of the shelves. What was going on? Was the man perhaps watching the woman do something? As I got closer, I realised it was Jerry, and he was spying on the couple through the books.

Shocked, I wasn't sure what to do, but my body seemed to take over. He hadn't noticed me approaching, and as I crept up behind him, I could see that his hands were in his pockets, and they were moving up and down. My body reacted to this with a delightful quiver, and I moved closer.

I positioned myself behind him, and he was so lost in his activity. It was only when I was a hair's breadth away from him that he noticed my presence, and turned his head, his mouth a wide O of shock. I held a finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet.

Standing behind him, I reached around him and unzipped his jeans slowly, releasing him. I wrapped my hand around it. He wasn't by any means as big as the man from the other day, but he was more than a handful, and hard enough to make me wet.

I started to stroke him from behind as he watched the oblivious couple in the next aisle, gripping him firmly, and running my hand up and down the length of him. I could feel his breath growing ragged, and I liked the effect it had on me. After a few moments, I dropped down to my knees, and encouraged him to turn, so he was facing me.