Literary Pursuits
Thursday night and Joan Emmons was in heaven. It was her night. She didn’t have to think about the job, about her husband and kids, or anything else. It was Thursday night and it was her night to be alone and go to the public library and read until closing time.
Joan had long ago given up on trying to pursue her passion for reading at home. There just simply never was enough time on top of all the interruptions that life always managed to come up with. So for the past several years, Thursday night was when she got away from it all and the rest of the world just had to manage on its own without her assistance.
One might expect a woman approaching her fifties would be reading romantic bodice ripping novels, and although she did enjoy books like that sometimes, Joan was more partial to sweeping historical epics that took her a month of Thursdays to finish.
The tall slim housewife finished one just then, placed it on the return to shelf cart and headed into the stacks to locate another book by her current favorite author. She still had time before the library closed to get started on a new novel.
She hadn’t noticed very many patrons entering or leaving tonight. It was often like that. More and more people came to the library to use the computers rather than to check out books, or as Joan did, to simply get comfortable and read.
Joan found the book she was looking for on the shelf at eye level and pulled it out from between its companions. There were no books on the opposite side of the shelf and she could look right through to the next aisle. Joan nearly gasped aloud when her eyes focused and she realized exactly what it was she was seeing in that aisle.
A rather good looking young guy who appeared to be in his early to mid-twenties was standing near the end of the aisle, his back toward the front of the aisle, and he was perusing a book. On the floor before him, blocked from the view of anyone who might glance down the aisle, was a very pretty blonde gal around the young man’s age. She had her sweater and blouse pulled up over her large round boobs and was hungrily sucking her boyfriend’s cock.
Joan wanted to turn away and go about her business but she couldn’t force herself to stop looking. She remembered a day nearly thirty years ago just before she and Bill had gotten married and they were off on a camping trip together. On a secluded trail they had stopped to rest at a picnic table and Joan sat on the bench while Bill sat on top facing her. She had performed oral sex on him for awhile and then he had bent her over the table and fucked her until they both came. The whole time, while sucking and while fucking, Joan had been incredibly excited by the thought that someone else might wander along that path and see them.
Joan watched the young couple until the natural conclusion of the act they were engaged in. The young man began to shiver and buck his hips forward and his girlfriend sucked furiously until he climaxed and came in her mouth. Joan could see her throat gulping as she swallowed his semen then she released her mouth’s grip on his cock, looked up at him and smiled and wiped her mouth and chin with the back of her hand. She arranged her clothing and then stood up while he tucked his now flaccid penis in his pants and zipped them. A moment later they walked down the aisle and left together, hand in hand.
Joan was astonished at the scene she had just witnessed. But, she could understand the attraction as she remembered the thrill she had gotten on those few times over three decades of marriage when she and Bill had been a bit naughty. There was that time at the movies when she was eight months pregnant with their son and in the darkness of the theatre during a particularly sexy scene she had unzipped Bills jeans and took out his semi erect cock which she then jacked off until he came in the napkin she held in her other hand.
Giving her husband a hand job in the movie theatre had made her incredibly horny and that night, between Bill eating her pussy and then masturbating after he had fallen asleep, Joan and reached orgasm at least five or six times.
As Joan returned to her seat with the new book in hand she thought about another occasion early on in her marriage. She had been waiting for Bill to get home one evening from an extended business trip. Joan’s plan, after having read about it in a women’s magazine, was to greet him on his arrival at the front door in the nude. She had even gone so far as to have shaven her pubic hair, something she knew he had always wanted her to do.
Joan heard the car pull up and stark naked walked to the door and pulled it open. Except, it wasn’t her husband, it was his twenty year old nephew Paul that stood there with his eyes popping out and his jaw hanging to the doorstep. He was in town for a job interview and thought he’d drop in on Uncle Bill and Aunt Joan.
She laughed as she recalled that event. Joan supposed it had never occurred to Paul that he should have called first that evening before stopping by. Joan sat down and opened the book. It promised to be every much as entertaining as the last about a strong willed heroine who during the course of the plot would go from eighteenth century prostitute to queen.
An hour later as she read Joan found herself being distracted by images of the young couple she had watched earlier. He must really be a terrific guy because his girlfriend was virtually worshiping him as she sucked him off. It hadn’t been a routine blowjob the young woman had performed; it had been an act of love and devotion.
Joan suddenly realized her hand had wandered down to the hem of her skirt and her fingertips were lightly brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh. She quickly looked around but there was no one else remaining in the reading room. Adjusting herself more comfortably in her chair Joan moved her hand further up under her skirt until she felt the warmth of her pussy beneath her panties.
Taking another quick look around her environment, Joan slid her hand under the elastic waistband of her panties and touched the tender pink lips of her pussy. They were sleek with moisture and her clit grew hard against her fingertip when she touched it. Joan squirmed slightly in her chair when she ran her finger down from her clit, along her wet cuntal slit, all the way to her puckered anus.
As she flashed back in her mind the young gal sucking her boyfriend’s cock and swallowing his load, Joan masturbated frantically. Someone might walk in on her she thought and that thought only served to amplify her desire to cum. The housewife rubbed her pussy feverishly and rolled her rock hard nub of a clit beneath her thumb until she felt the liquid fire within and exploded in a long series of orgasmic contractions. Her fingers were soaking wet when she withdrew them from her panties and rather than to wipe them on her skirt or blouse Joan placed them in her mouth and licked them clean of her own juices.
“Hmmmmmm, she thought, “Perhaps I’ve just established another Thursday night tradition,” and Joan Emmons picked up her book and resumed reading.
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