I was at the library working on a research paper. It was a very quiet holiday week in between sessions, and the girl behind the desk was the only one besides me still there. The term librarian simply didn’t fit her at all.

She was tall, with contoured legs that had a glistening tan begging to be touched. Tonight she wore white stockings, a mid-thigh red skirt, and a white button blouse with a black tie. She had the sexiest black, leather boots that ended just above her knees and had sharp heels with lacing up the back. Her long, raven-black hair fell in big curls and was held out of her face with a red scarf that looked like something you’d see a gypsy wearing. I wanted her and could taste it with every breath I took.

I was just considering how best to approach her for a date when she walked out from behind her desk toward me. The heels of her boots made a clicking sound that got me more excited. She leaned over my desk and her breasts were snug and beautiful in her blouse. She said, “The library is closing, besides- it’s a holiday weekend. Aren’t you going to see your family like the rest of the campus?”

I shook my head, mesmerized by the café colored skin of her cleavage. I wanted to run ice down it, lick the water off, and follow it further south. I had to keep myself occupied by responding, “No, I was just planning on studying for the week and getting ahead for a change.”

She took a commanding stance, jutting one hip to the side with her hand resting on the curve, “Nope. We’re closed. You can come home with me. No one should be alone for the holidays.” My eyes were glued to her carefully swaying hips as I followed her out the door toward her home. I couldn’t help but think that red skirt and boots were a bit sinful.

As we walked into her home she unbuttoned her blouse while backing through the doorway in front of me. I practically drooled as I watched her large breasts clearly show through a white lace bra. Inside she continued teasing away from me while she peeled the rest of her clothing off.

I followed her lead and soon the two of us were in her bedroom with nothing but satin sheets, rich perfume, and some mood music softly playing in the background. She took her scarf off and pushed me back on the bed. She was naked now, except for her stockings and boots. She climbed on top of me and hovered on her hands and knees above me, swaying slowly to the music. Her nipples brushed over my bare chest making my hard-on throb with anticipation.

She had a beautiful dark line of hair that ran down the center of her thick, wet lips that I couldn’t wait to slip into. She ran her hands through my hair saying, “I can’t wait to feel your rock hard cock inside me.” One of her delicate hands pumped my rod up and down slowly. She then stuck her hand between the lips of her cleft and used her own moisture to wet the tip of my prick before guiding it between her folds.

I gasped at the sudden heat and pressure of her vagina surrounding my cock. She rocked her hips, and the sensation caused me to moan and rock toward her. I gripped her waist and pushed her body down on me, grinding it hard against mine. Her tits bounced with our motions, and I caught one of her nipples between my teeth before rolling us both over so I could feel her body pressed below me.

She sighed as our bodies came back together with a soft smacking noise. I started grinding against her, putting pressure on her clit. She closed her eyes with pleasure and moved against me, moaning in a whisper. I kissed her soft flesh, working my way toward her large erect nipples as I pumped in and out, bringing us both closer to orgasms.

She liked me nipping her breasts and asked that I bite them harder, and then she reached up and started rolling the nipple I didn’t have in my mouth until it was a bright red. My balls tightened, and I moaned into her breast shooting my load deep inside her. She was suddenly pushing against me faster and faster until her breath came in tiny gasps. She gripped my ass cheeks, and her pussy tightened around me as she came. She stopped moving, and we both lay panting for a moment. I lay on my back, and she started teasing me into arousal again, and we passed the rest of the week in similar positions.

To this day I tell people that I never go home for the holidays as there are always more interesting things taking place on campus.

I had been working for a 24 hour tech support service for some time and enjoyed it. I generally worked on a lot of college kids’ computers and it was an easy enough job for someone who enjoyed computer repair as much as me. I got a call one night that I was needed in the Eisenhower dorms, room forty-two, and the girl sounded very upset.

When I got to her room, it smelled of candy and incense. A young girl opened the door wearing boxer shorts and a tiny tank top. “My computer won’t go online at all; keeps shutting off, and I have a paper due first thing in the morning. This is so my luck!” She said sounding thoroughly ticked off by the situation.

I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful, shiny legs or how long her neck was. She was an exotic beauty with pale skin, amber freckles and tight red curls that were pulled out of her face with a small head band. “Don’t worry, I can fix it and you’ll be up and typing before you can imagine.”

She smiled at me looking immediately more relaxed. “Can I make you some coffee?” I watched her get some water and the coffee pot, and go in the kitchen while I started navigating the laptop at the table. Within a few moments, I realized what the trouble was. This sweet looking girl had more viruses on her computer from various porn sites than an old plumber-guy might have. I snickered to myself before saying, “This will be a quick fix, but we should talk about maintaining your computer so you don’t have these problems in the future.”

Then I explained to her that looking at porn might be fun for her, but her computer couldn’t take all the problems that pop up when visiting these sites unless she made use of the various free programs I could show her.

Her cheeks grew a rosy red but then she responded in an unexpected manner. She said, “You look too.” In a rushed manner that caught me off guard. But I couldn’t argue with her. I had her computer working like new within the hour, and suddenly we were sharing some of our favorite sites with each other. “Don’t you just love this site for girls with curves?” She asked, and together we picked out several women we found beautiful. Then she asked me something I hadn’t expected. “I generally perform solo for the camera but can make twice as much if I have a partner … Want to video tape us having sex?”

I answered by tracing a finger around her tiny navel that was peaking between shorts and tank top. She looked down at me and pulled her shirt off exposing the creamiest, perkiest set of tits I had ever seen, either on video or in real life. I cupped a supple breast in each hand and she sighed with pleasure. She reached behind me and clicked a couple of buttons and suddenly the two of us were up on her computer screen; our playful motions being sent out to people across the world.

She sat the laptop on the ground in front of a thick maroon rug and then motioned for me to stand on the rug. She moved with the camera in mind, posing and making sure shots of her high, firm ass made it to the screen, along with her kneeling in front of me to unzip my pants and letting them fall to the ground. She undressed me in a matter of moments and then dropped in front of me on all fours.

“If you don’t mind. This way we can both watch ourselves on the screen.”

I knelt behind her ass. The pink skin of her pussy stood out in comparison to the milky white complexion of her skin. It was outlined by soft, red curls that matched the hair on her head. I bit my lip as I entered her hot, wet cleft and watched the look of pleasure on her face in the screen of the computer.

She was tight and slippery around my cock as I pushed into her, and I tried hard not to cum immediately. This was the first time I’d ever seen myself on camera, and the intensity of watching us grind together, doggy style was too much. Within moments I could feel the pressure of my ejaculation building and knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She started rocking hard against me and pushing back to meet my every stroke, moaning with pleasure as she did so. In the screen I could see her breasts jiggle and her eyes close as she started to reach orgasm. She came, moaning and driving me into frenzy. I pulled out and shot a hot, sticky load all over the tattoo on her back.

She posted our video, and whenever I want to look at online porn I now have the option to see myself on the screen.

I was slightly ashamed that I spent as much time as I had at the local coffee joint, but I loved all things caffeine related, and the more work I had to accomplish the more coffee you’d see me guzzling. I had taken a liking to Phil, the handsome Barista that was also attending the local college. He was polite, worked out, had the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen and knew exactly how I liked my coffee.

One Thursday evening I was working particularly late when I noticed the entire shop had completely emptied out. After a few moments, I realized Phil hadn’t seen me in the back corner and had already started locking up and shutting down. I walked up to the counter, my heels making soft noises on the tile floor.

“Hey Phil, I think you’re going to need to let me out. I didn’t realize that you were locking up already.” He turned and looked me up and down. My red dress hugged my curves and had a cowl neck that draped to the top of my cleavage. I worked hard at my law office and enjoyed showing it off with the nice clothing I liked to buy.

“No, I knew you were still here.” He said softly as he walked over to me. “I just wanted to be alone with you for a few moments before I left.” He walked toward me and said, “It’s just that I wanted to tell you that I…” and instead of finishing he pushed me against the wall, my ass smacking sharply against it, and he planted a fierce, wet kiss on my lips. I kissed his full lips back and found myself surprised he didn’t taste like coffee. I reached around and gripped his firm ass that I had been staring at for the last two weeks and groaned.

I shoved back and we fell into one of the booths with me on top of Phil, kissing him as hard as he was kissing me. Our lips and tongues explored each other, and our hands started unbuttoning and diving under clothes to tantalize flesh. Phil had his hand up my skirt pealing my black silk panties off. I straddled him while untying is apron. I couldn’t get enough of touching, caressing and stroking this man I’d fantasized about. He may not have tasted like coffee, but the café smelled like chocolates and coffee beans.

He rose, pulling the rest of his clothes off and then sat in the large, overstuffed leather chair near the café fireplace, pulling me along with him. I thought he’d pull me down onto his lap, however he leaned forward and started teasing my pussy with his tongue. He dipped it gently between my lips and then spread my folds to dip his fingers into my moisture. He worked them in and out until I was moving with his mouth; my hand working his rod up and down. I loved feeling how stretched and smooth his skin was.

A moan slipped past my lips, and I thought my knees might buckle with pleasure as an orgasm moved over me, spreading warmth everywhere. Phil pulled me down onto his shaft hard and fast, bringing a shutter of pleasure out of me. He ground us together, moving and whispering how bad he wanted me. “Ever since the first day you strutted in here with that short skirt and high heels.”

His hands felt along my ass as he moved us together faster and harder. I felt a finger enter me and I moaned; I was close to coming again. Phil started nipping first one nipple, and then he sucked the other into his mouth. Teasing and biting until I was rocking hard against him panting, “I’m gonna cum…” repeatedly until I quivered and screamed pushing against him dripping with moisture. I was finished, but then he picked me up to bend me over the table in front of him. He drove hard into my cunt while fingering my butt, and I bit down on my lip so hard it started to bleed.

He started smacking my ass lightly at first, and then as he panted faster there were harder and faster slaps. With one swift move he pulled me against him, his thighs shaking behind me, he came deep inside me. I could feel the heat spreading against the walls of my pussy, and the sensation brought me to pleasure all over again. For a moment the two of us could do nothing but quiver against each other, slightly afraid to move.

We collected ourselves and sat in front of the fire for a while, sipping cocoa and talking about how long and how often we’d fantasized about each other. We exchanged contacts and agreed to meet for coffee as often as the urge hit us.

Everyone has their story for the mile high club, but with mine we never got into the air. I was working the desk and helping people turn in their rental cars before they boarded their flight. That was how I met passenger sixty-nine; at least that’s what I like to refer to him as.

He was a put together man, just under six feet, and wearing a suit that was tailored to fit his body very well. He spoke politely and quietly about a stain in the van he rented that he wanted noted. He didn’t want a claim being filed that he’d stained the car, and so I followed him to the drop off parking lot with the camera in hand.

As I stepped into the van, I could feel his eyes staring at my round behind. They no longer required us to wear a form fitting skirt, but I found I was treated better if I looked as sexy as possible. My fitted top was a cool blue, and I always had a few more left unbuttoned at the top than everyone else. My wheat colored hair was pulled back into a knot. I could feel desire from him as I climbed in ahead.

The stain on the seat looked like jam, and as I turned to tell him, I felt fingers tracing the clover on my shoulder. It was a soft, almost delicate touch, and I was a little startled with it. He smelled of honey, musk and the ocean, and I was immediately turned on. The close quarters kept us pressed together.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

His eyes lingered over my petite breasts, and I could tell he wanted to say something so I said, “Were you satisfied with the size of the van? A lot of people feel it’s too big.” I let the statement hang in the air and felt my breath catch wondering if he’d take the bait.

He grinned, “There’s no such thing. I particularly like the room here.” He gestured to the back seat and then he pushed me down onto it. Excitement stirred in me, and I grew wet with desire, wanting him to touch me more; wanting him to reach under the skirt. As though he heard me, he started pushing my skirt slowly up my thighs. His hands were soft and confident as he pushed my skirt all the way up to expose my pussy. He inhaled sharply when he saw that I shaved myself clean and was without panties.

“You like to feel a little breeze while you work, huh?” I bet you taste so sweet, you have my mouth watering.” He said to me, and he started kissing my thighs and tracing the wet circles he left with his finger. He worked his way closer to my lips, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to massage his rock-hard shaft through the suit.

He kissed my lips where they met and slowly started teasing my center with his tongue, working it deeper between until he had me rocking against his face. I unzipped his pants and felt myself grow wet at the touch of his very smooth skin, spread taught over a hard penis. I worked my hand in a circle around it, massaging him as he worked my clit into a heated frenzy.

He pulled me up from the seat and then pulled me back down until our bodies formed a sixty nine, with our clothing just pushed aside.

I pushed his member deep into my throat, gloating in the pleasure of being filled by him. I loved the whisper of his balls on my forehead, and I grew more excited from the taste of him in my mouth. He shoved his fingers deep inside me and started sucking on my clit furiously, massaging it with his tongue until it felt like I might burst.

I reached up to cup and stroke his balls and alternatively worked my hands around his long shaft. It felt good to explore the head of his prick with my tongue. The skin was so soft that I took it out of my mouth and ran it all over my face, secretly wishing he’d cum all over me. I could feel the tension gathering in my hips as I grew closer to orgasm, when a wave of intense pleasure followed by another passed over me. I rocked with the emotion and concentrated on not biting down on the cock in my mouth.

As I was still shivering from coming, I could feel the veins in his member filling with his cum and it sent me into another heated and pleasurable orgasm. My cheeks vibrated as I moaned around his member. This sent him into coming deep in my throat which I swallowed as it hit.

He pulled himself off of me before handing me the key and asking for my number.