The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 9: How the West Was Won
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: How the West Was Won - The life and times of a male librarian who's attempts to be helpful (without any concern for personal reward) quickly spiral out of his control. This is an edited version of a story I posted about 20 years ago that has somehow disappeared from the site.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Cheating Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
I returned to work the next week. I didn’t know what to expect when I arrived. Therefore, when nothing was different I was a little puzzled. The director made virtually no notice of my arrival. The other staff all offered the usual greetings as we happened upon each other.
Well, in the absence of any other instructions, I was going to pretty much continue the way I had previously. I wasn’t scheduled to be at the reference desk till that afternoon, so I sat at my computer and started going through my email. Hmm, there was nothing too exciting in there either. As it turns out, I wasn’t quite prepared for the total return to the rut I had previously been in.
Feeling a bit restless, I thought I would nose around the Library a bit to see what was happening. I went to the second floor. The maintenance staff was busy clearing the room behind the elevator. They were wearing respirators.
I flagged on of them down. “What the heck is going on?”
“We were told to clear that room for some renovations” I was told.
“What’s with the air filters then?”
“Apparently, when the building was built, they put some asbestos in that room because it is near the operating equipment for the elevator, fire resistant and all you know. There shouldn’t be much of a problem for us because we aren’t disturbing any of the materials, but they wanted to be sure, so they gave us these.”
Ah, that was apparently the cover story the director was intending to use. That would cover the clean out and construction, but how was she going to handle the “repurposing” of the space? Upon considering it for a moment, I found that I didn’t much care how she would handle it. It was her problem.
The rest of my brief tour around the Library was uneventful. I returned to my desk to muddle through the remainder of the morning.
I returned after lunch to my time on the reference desk. Again, there didn’t appear to be anything out of the ordinary.
We got the usual questions, mostly telephone numbers and such. Then in the afternoon, a promising subject approached the desk.
She was young and appeared to be at least partially Asian. Her skin tone was mostly what led me to this conclusion. I say partially because she didn’t really have the almond shaped eyes characteristic of a human from that part of the world. She actually had the biggest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. They were such that once she looked at you, you stayed looked at. They were, in a word, striking.
As she neared, it became apparent that she wasn’t in the best mood.
“How can I help you this afternoon?” I tried to greet cheerfully.
“Do you have any information on the transcontinental railway?” she mumbled.
“I bet we probably do. Do you mind if I ask what you need the information for? That might help me gauge what section will best suit your purposes.”
“I have to do a report on it for history class.”
“Ah, I see. It sounds like it is a little bit of a forced march. Anyway, what we have on the transcontinental railway will be in the United States history section at about 972 or 973. Would you like me to guide you to them (he asked hopefully)?”
“Yes, please”
We moved off toward that section. She followed me, so I couldn’t spend much time gazing at her youthful beauty. I more than made up for it once we got to our destination.
I turned and looked at her as I indicated where the books would be. She was shorter than me by about eight inches or so. Her medium length brown hair appeared to have some fairly recent light brown highlights. She wore a little makeup, but didn’t need to. Her skin was flawless.
As her eyes flitted over the books, my eyes flitted over her. She was wearing a black, skin tight, tank top the ended just above her belly button. The smooth expanse of stomach ended at a black and white, flower print, miniskirt. It was constructed of a light fabric that flowed when she moved. It was dead sexy.
If there is a more perfectly shaped pair of legs in the universe, I have yet to see them. They weren’t too skinny, but had a lovely taper from her thigh to her knee. Her calves were fairly slim as well, but muscular. She must be an athlete. Her white flip-flops completed the outfit.
She appeared to be dressed to expose the maximum amount of skin that one could reasonably expose. I didn’t object.
She sighed, drawing me out of my enjoyment of her body.
“Are you not finding anything that seems like it will work?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really want to do this. History is so boring.”
“Ah, I see. Something I learned in school is that you sometimes have to trick yourself into liking a subject.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I used to try to replace what I was actually learning about with something that I liked to think about. I tried to relate them together.”
“I still don’t understand.”
I paused to think for a second.
“Well, this particular subject deals with exploration and expansion. I would try to think of something else to explore to use as a metaphor for that.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I suppose at the time, and even now, I would relate the area of the country that they were expanding into to a girl’s body.”
She snickered.
“Now wait a minute and hear me out. I can think of nothing else that I would have liked to study. I didn’t know too much about girls, at the time, from personal experience, so I really would have been exploring the unknown, to some extent. Actually, a girl’s body seems to fit the profile pretty well, now that I think of it.”
“If I were to imagine your, er ... a girl’s body as the western United States, I would put her neck at the west coast and her feet in the Midwest. If you start from the west, the fist thing you hit would be a couple of mountain ranges.”
Looking down from her neck, she immediately spotted the mountains in question. Her breasts were not, in fact, mountainous, but they would certainly fit the bill.
“I don’t know how much you know about the subject already, but they started from both ends at the same time. So, from the Midwest, at your feet, you would have a fairly smooth course, terrain wise” I said looking at her lovely legs. “The constructors would build from both ends until they meet about in the middle, perhaps somewhere below your belly button.”
“I think I’m starting to see what you mean” she said with a smile and a faint blush. “I think you are enjoying the subject as well” she said glancing at the growing bulge in the front of my pants.”
“You caught me” I said with a smile, “I just love history.”
She laughed.
“I think I understand, but it might help if I could see what you are thinking on an actual person” she said with her eyes looking directly into mine.
“I’m not sure I know exactly what you mean” I replied.
“I think I might get it if you were to show me on my body exactly what you would think about.”
“That might be kind of hard. They kind of frown on the male Library staff groping young girls in the stacks.” I said, although I wasn’t so sure about that last statement anymore.
“Don’t you have somewhere we could go for a little while?”
Well, that was a thought, wasn’t it? Why was this happening all of a sudden? Did I have some strange marking on me that indicated that I was willing and able to have discreet interludes in the back areas of the Library? That didn’t make sense. I had always been interested, at least as a matter of fantasy, in that kind of thing. It never got me anything with a girl before. In the end, I guess it doesn’t bear thinking about, especially at this moment.
I give up. “Follow me then.”
We went back to the unoccupied staff room again. She followed me in and stood waiting after the door closed.
“I suppose if you really want this to be a faithful to my imagination, you would need to be naked.”
To my surprise, she answered by reaching to pull off her top. That was easy.
She lifted it away from her stomach and over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and they were fantastic. Their size wasn’t extraordinary, but they stood high and proud on her chest. Her brown nipples contrasted nicely with her skin. Her breasts moved ever so slightly as she kicked off her flip flops and started to work on her skirt.
It slipped effortlessly down her legs after she unfastened it. That left her in a simple pair of cotton panties. They didn’t survive her onslaught. Seconds later, she stood nude. I stood staring.
“Well, how do we start?” she queried.
“Lay down on the floor.”
She stretched her lovely body on the carpet. I sat next to her at her waist. Stretched before me was a buffet of feminine delights. She would make a fine example of the western United States. America the beautiful, indeed.
“Let’s start at the west coast” I started.
I moved my hand to her neck and started sliding it slowly toward her chest. Her body heat under my hand was incredible. I tried to align the growing erection in my pants. She smiled.
“From the west coast, as I said, the first thing that the constructors would encounter was an imposing expanse of mountains.”
“My mountains aren’t very imposing” she said shyly.
Why do that women and girls always think that men will be satisfied with nothing less than DD’s? I guess a lot of men categorize themselves as “breast men” or “leg men” or some such other part of the body, but I figured out long ago that I pretty much like it all. The extremes aren’t much of a turn on to me, like extremely heavy or extremely thin, but other than that, about anything is game.
“While it is true that there are probably larger breasts in the world, I have yet to see any that were more awe inspiring than the ones that lay before me now. If it were necessary to build a railroad to get to them, I would strongly consider it.”
My hand reached her cleavage. I continued.
“Here, they would have a choice. They could try to run through the valleys.”
As I said that I traced my fingertips between her breasts. She shivered and arched her back slightly. It dawned on me that I had no idea if she had ever been touched by male hands before. I slid my hand back up to the top of her cleavage.
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