I introduce myself: I'm a librarian at a public library in a small town outside Buenos Aires. I got the job through a friend and it's really good; although I work 8 hours a day, most of the time I'm chatting or shelving books, nothing that exhausts me or bothers me. Plus I have a computer all to myself, and the salary, although not high, is pretty good.
My story begins when Belén comes to the library. I had just started working and was getting to know the readers, their tastes, seeing what I could recommend to them, but Belén only read one genre: police novels.
So that you understand: I, 23 years old, trying to understand the tastes of a 21-year-old girl who took out books from a single genre. Plus I have to confess that being a librarian gave me a thrill, but that thrill never presented itself inside work, only outside.
Belén, as I said, is a 21-year-old girl, tall, curvy and with a lot of hips and a big booty. Normally I don't usually like women with that body type, but when she came to my house I would get excited thinking about getting it on with a cutie from work, and she was the only one who mostly fit my tastes.
Over time Belén and I established a librarian-reader relationship that allowed us to chat about many topics and use arguments taken from the books we read. I argued based on novels, and she based hers on police novels. It was fun, although I put myself in the role of librarian listener more than person who chats.
As I said before, my thrill always disappeared when I was at work, plus Belén didn't really appeal to me, only got me thinking that something might happen, but those thoughts appeared always outside of work. One day everything started to change. The police novels occupy the lower half of a shelf, so the last books are at floor level and you have to bend down to see them. Normally I would accompany Belén to the shelf... a few seconds and I returned to my desk. But that time I had to treat a gentleman who entered the library a second after Belén, and when I went towards where the police novels were, I saw her, crouched, leaning on her legs and arms, or 'on 4' as they say in slang, and I saw something that impacted me: her large booty didn't surprise me, I liked it but it didn't fascinate me; but when I saw the detail of her underwear: a white underwear with rose arrangements and some drawings I couldn't understand what they were, but they seemed quite innocent. I was petrified for a few seconds and returned to my desk. A monstrous erection prevented me from getting up, and Belén always before taking out a book that she was going to take away would read the synopsis on the back cover with me. She called me several times, saying I was coming but I delayed to calm down my erection. Since I couldn't, I kept looking if she was looking towards the door, but no: she was reading books and facing away from the door. When I saw her in that situation reading a synopsis, I approached her from behind and poked my head over one of her shoulders so it wouldn't be necessary for me to stay in front of her and notice what was happening to me. She had a thong in her jeans, and the tip of my penis shone on the left side of the pants. Some casual little roses that neither she nor I accused me of having gone crazy, and even more when she bent down to put the book back on the shelf and take another one, there I would see that booty and underwear again, and besides I saw the birth of the cleft of the booty. The skin so white excited me and I couldn't stop looking. Belén announced that she would be taking out the book she had just taken from the shelf, and before she turned around, I flew back to my desk, noted the book in question for loan, and she left, but when she greeted me I felt her kiss on my cheek like never before, and I saw a large breast, even bigger due to her rellena condition. When I got home I had no alternative, and I locked myself in the bathroom to relieve what I had been accumulating. Continue on.
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