Jin: The Library

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Interracial, White Male, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Mark Conners, a college professor dissatisfied with his life and feeling a bit worthless, ventures to the public library to start planning for the new semester. Forseeing a boring day amidst the books, he's caught unawares when he meets a beautiful Asian woman. Mark finds not only comfort in her arms, but also learns that no one is worthless and that there will always be someone to love and to care for.



It had been summertime and the temperatures swelled up to ninety-six degrees. I felt like I was dying outside and it didn't help that my car's AC decided to break down. I stared up at the library and wondered why the hell I had decided to come in the first place. School didn't start till another month and a half and I didn't really need a class syllabus, yet. And besides, teaching at the community college wasn't the hottest job ever, I mean, half of my class opted to sleep through most of the lessons, one quarter barely attended, and there was only one quarter who seemed interested in learning anything.

Climbing up the steps, I pushed open the doors and was greeted by the cold rush of air from the AC. I now remembered why I had come to the public library, their AC was colder than mine at home and plus it didn't cost me any money to stay cool.

The librarian, Ms. Harding, looked up at me over her half-moon glasses and gave me a small curt nod. I returned it with a polite smile and made my way upstairs to where the English literature books were.

I wondered why I hadn't done anything really worthwhile in my life. I was still relatively young, only thirty-eight, six-foot-four, still had a full head of brown hair, and I wasn't flabbing out since I worked out everyday. And here I was, professor at some local community college, single, no girlfriend, and I hadn't gotten laid for god knows how long. I just wished I could meet the right girl, or at least someone who would make me feel wanted.

I gave a sigh and sifted through the aisles, hoping to find what I was looking for. I was looking at one book that weighed probably a good twenty pounds when it slipped and fell on my foot.

"Shit!" I swore loudly, reaching down to pick up the offending book. I heard some one say "shh" and putting the book away, I rounded the corner to apologize, only to find myself halted in my tracks. The woman who had shushed me was stunning. Shining black hair in a long French braid, perfectly cut bangs, almond shaped eyes behind glasses, a little button nose, and small but poutty pale pink lips. She was in a white blouse that was partially see-through, jeans shorts that showed off her curved white legs, and little white Adidas shoes. I couldn't tell how old she was, hell, looking like that she could be twelve she could be twenty!

"Sorry," I blurted out, finding myself feeling as awkward as a teenager. I ran a hand through my hair. "I didn't mean to be loud, I, uh, dropped a book on my foot. It was a big one." I was mentally kicking myself in the ass. It was a big one? How sad could I make myself seem?

She smiled up at me, making my blood and brain head south. "It's okay," she said, her voice soft and accented. She tucked some stray hairs behind her perfect little ear and turned back to the books that she was looking at. I took that as a dismissal and went back to my own perusing only to find myself drawn to her. I followed her through the shelves, observing her through the space between the tops of the books and the bottoms of the shelves above them. My body was humming with sexual energy but I felt ashamed of stalking her through the library and finally tore myself from following her. I left the shelves and went to a secluded cubicle with an English literature book in hand and decided to dedicate myself to reading. I hoped that it would help discourage the raging hard on in my pants.

I had settled down and was getting into the book when I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I looked up and froze. It was her. I braced myself for words like "pervert" and "asshole." Instead, she smiled.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and confident.

"I... I noticed that you were following me," she said slowly. Her cheeks colored prettily as her eyes darted around nervously.

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-"

"No, no, no," she said quickly. "I mean... I found it very... flattery."

"You mean flattering?" I corrected with a smile. She blushed even more.

"Yes, flattering," she said, "Thank you. My English isn't that good yet. My name is Jin, I'm from Korea." She extended her hand, a perfect little hand with clean, oval shaped nails. I shook it and noticed the difference in size and skin color.

"I'm Mark Conners," I said. I gave her hand a little squeeze before letting go and was rewarded by another flush of pink on her cheeks. "Nice to meet you." She bobbed her head, eyes downcast as her face took on a mask of discomfort. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I-I was wondering if you... if you could help me get a book down," she blurted out, her cheeks crimson. I stared at her curiously then got up. I towered over her, the top of her head not even reaching my chin. She must've been like five feet tall, no wonder she needed help.

"Of course," I told her.

I followed Jin through a number of rows till we reached a secluded area and she pointed up to one of the books on the top shelf. I reached up and took the book I thought she wanted but she shook her head.

"Not that one, the other one," she told me, still stretching up and pointing, "No, no, no the brown one, the other brown one."

I could help but smile as she directed me but I seemed to keep bypassing the one she wanted. Finally, not out of frustration but maybe out of excuse to touch her, I picked her up by her waist. She weighed next to nothing in my arms and lifted her up till she was level with the shelf she wanted. That made the small of her back level with my face, her cute butt just touching me chest. I could smell her and that made me all hard again. Jin gave a startled little yelp. She plucked out the book she wanted and I let her down, but slowly, pulling her slightly back against me so her body slid against mine only to discover it a mistake when I had to hold back a groan when her ass slid over my hard dick. Jin gave another cute squeak of surprise and was still in my arms by the time her feet touched the ground.

She turned to face me slowly and I braced myself for her harsh words, maybe even a slap, but they didn't come. Instead, the book and notebook fell to the floor as she flung her arms around my neck and hauled me down for a kiss. It wasn't a kiss of finesse; it was more like the kisses a child would give. I stood there very dumbly as she did her best to hang from around my neck, kissing me in little chaste kisses before my body kicked me into gear.

My arms went around her waist and I pulled her tightly against me, stooping so I could lift her up in my arms. She tasted sweet like pears and smelled so good. From her lack of skill thoughts that she might be a virgin ran through my mind and my erection grew even more, straining against my pants. I pressed Jin up against the bookshelf, one of my hands cupping her sweet ass while she wrapped her legs about my waist. I could feel her small breasts pressed against my chest and I tugged her blouse out of the waistband of her shorts and slid a hand under. It came in contact with a warm silk pouch holding a rounded breast that fit perfectly into my hand. Her hard nipple poked up against the material and I gave it a tweak. It earned me a low moan from Jin as she bucked her hips against my pelvis. Jin wriggled and squirmed in my arms, moaning and whimpering, her cheeks stained red and glasses skewed. I didn't know how much longer I could hold myself with her moving against me. If this kept up, I'd shoot in my pants.

"Jin!" I gasped, "Jin, Jin, we have to stop!"

The girl stilled in my arms and she looked at me, shame and disappointment in her eyes.

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