The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 2: Have you looked under “O”
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Have you looked under “O” - 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 Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
One quiet afternoon while I was working at the reference desk a woman came up the stairs and made an immediate turn for our circulating nonfiction section. I happened to be alone at the desk at the time as my assigned co-worker was off working on one of the small research projects that we are tasked with from time to time. I just happened to see her out of the corner of my eye. She caught my attention not by the way she looked, so much, but how she was acting. She seemed nervous. She “had her head on a swivel” as one of my football coaches used to say.
Needless to say, in this time of heightened security awareness and all, her behavior caught my attention. I rose from the desk and quietly followed her down the aisle between the shelves. She made a turned into the stacks at about Dewey number 220. This happens to be the section on religions. This, apparently, was not what she wanted. She continued on.
Naturally, as a male of the species, I could not resist the opportunity to evaluate her body. She was probably mid thirties. Medium length blond hair pulled up into a pony tail. It being summer at the time, she was wearing a pair of white denim shorts and a short sleeved tee shirt in pale pink. As in most people, her legs extended from the bottom of her shorts to her shoes. They were exceptional. Nicely tanned, smooth and well toned. On her feed were a simple pair of leather sandals exposing obviously well cared for feet and well pedicured toenails.
Her top half was no less intriguing. Breasts of average size nicely stretched the front of her shirt. I would guess about a nice “B” cup. Faint ridges in the fabric showed that she was definitely wearing a bra.
Her face was what one would describe as “pretty”. She probably would not have made it as a supermodel or anything, but she was definitely above average. She wore a minimum of makeup; just enough to show that she cared about what she looked like.
I continued surreptitiously following her around the shelves. Her next stop was the 420’s. If you go to your library and look there, you will find the dictionaries. By this time, it was fairly obvious that she wasn’t up to anything more threatening than looking for something to read. It was also obvious that it was something specific. I was tempted to return to the desk to let her go about her mission, but I can’t resist the opportunity to talk to a beautiful woman. After all, it is my job.
I doubled back down one of the aisles to the main aisle so she wouldn’t know I was watching her. As I turned down the aisle with the dictionaries again I called to her, “Is there anything I can help you find?”
She stiffened.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you” I said.
She forced herself to exhale and flashed a brief smile as she looked into my eyes. “Oh, it’s okay. I just didn’t hear you coming.”
“I’m sorry. I should try to walk a little louder. The shoes I wear make hardly any noise on this carpet. So is there anything I can help you find?” I asked again.
She hesitated. I could tell she was on a mission. She definitely had something specific in mind, but couldn’t decide about asking for help.
“Is there maybe a specific subject I can guide you to?” I prompted.
After another brief hesitation, “It is a little embarrassing” she admitted.
People get embarrassed by many different subjects, so I tried to get a little more information. “Is it maybe a medical or legal problem?”
“Not quite medical,” she offered “more personal.”
“Oh, so maybe some sort of self-help type title will be what you are looking for.” I suggested.
She looked at me for a second and then giggled.
This was going nowhere fast. I offered to show her how to use our online catalog.
She sighed, apparently resigning herself to the fact that I wasn’t leaving until she had a book in her hands. “I’ve never had an orgasm” she whispered.
This, of course, caught me a bit off guard. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a woman say that word before. It was then that I realized why my suggestion of “self help” books struck her as funny. Unfortunately, the first thing out of my mouth was, “I’m sorry.” D’oh!
She giggled again. “I’m pretty sure it’s not your fault,” she offered, letting me off the hook for the meaningless apology. She seemed to relax a little bit now that the cat was out of the bag.
“It’s not that I haven’t tried,” she continued, “the “self help” approach just doesn’t seem to work for me.”
“I see. Let me take you to a section that may have something to help.” I indicated that she should follow me and lead her to the 613.95 section.
She looked at a few of the titles hopefully. Her eyes immediately caught the Kama Sutra. She reached for it tentatively and pulled it off the shelf. “My husband tries, but I never seem to get there.”
I glanced down and noticed the gold band on her left hand.
“Forgive me for asking this,” she continued, “does your wife have them?” She, of course, had already done the wedding ring assessment.
“Er..., Um...” I offered helpfully before my brain re-engaged. “Yes. I would have to say that she does.”
The book in her hand fell open to an illustration of a man performing oral sex on a woman. Her eyes widened briefly. “What is that?”
“That is commonly called oral sex, or perhaps cunnilingus” I stated as flatly as possible.
“We’ve never tried anything like that. Is that something you do with your wife?”
Frantically searching my brain for any admonitions from my wife not to reveal any details about our sex life to complete strangers, and not finding anything specific, I offered, “Yes, we do.”
“Hmmmm,” she continued, “does she like it?”
In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess, “Yes, I can say without any doubts that she does.”
She read through the caption of the image, then the accompanying text that described the procedure at hand. It was about this time I was starting to notice a rather uncomfortable straining of the front of my pants. I turned to pretend to look at another title and proceeded to adjust the angle of my growing erection. It was becoming increasingly obvious that she was having some issues herself. Her nipples were starting to become visible straining against the combined fabric of her bra and tee shirt. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, her thighs rubbing against each other as she did.
A look of disappointment crossed her face. “I’m not sure if my husband will do this, it is hard to get him to try new things sometimes. I think he might be embarrassed that he is having trouble satisfying me and is worried that no matter what he tries, it will fail. Besides, I don’t know how it is supposed to feel, anyway. I wouldn’t know how to tell him what to do.”
“That could be a problem,” I said after I could gather my voice, “I guess between trial and error and some adult videos, we must have eventually figured it out.”
Suddenly, her breathing became a bit heavier. I don’t think I’ve ever heard an idea cross a persons mind before, but I’m pretty sure one did there. She turned her body fully toward me and looked into my eyes. “Perhaps I need somebody more experienced to show me the way.”
Fortunately, the CPR books are at 616.025, and I was able to restart my recently stopped heart. Was she asking me to go down on her? If she was, how can I be sure?
My eyes remained locked with hers. She took a small step toward me, placed the book upon the shelf next to us, and removed any doubt I had about her intentions by taking both of my hands in hers.
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