From the Library to My House

Chapter One: The View

Feeling good about having a free weekend away from chasing ghouls and ghosts, Velma drives up to a little public library in the small town of High Plains Village, to take some time alone and read a book or two. She walks into the library and deeply inhales, to absorb the atmosphere. The calm air soothes and relaxes her, as she looks around the library settings. She walks through the library, looking at each aisle's category, passing them one after another, until she comes to a halt at the beginning of the romance section. It sure has been a long time since I read something romantic, She thought to herself. She peruses the books on the shelf, starting at the top and working her way downward. Leaning over with her hands on her knees to look at the lower shelves, she continues to skim to find a good book.

Meanwhile, a young sturdy gentleman in the next aisle over, in the non-fiction area, catches a glimpse of Velma in between the books. He kneels down to pretend to look at the books in front of him, to help cover what he is really looking at. He glances up and down her bare, toned thighs. When gazing at her, he notices her skirt to be a bit short. Already salivating over what he sees, he attempts to get a better view. Slowly and quietly, he pushes the books apart, so there is no obstruction to his wonderful view. With the books parted, he moves in closer to the shelf. Again, he glances up and down her thighs, this time at a more gradual pace, soaking in every curve: from her subtle calves with mid-cut nylon white socks, to her exposed sleek thighs, and a sensational rounded ass, which is exposed by her short skirt being caught on the top of her behind. The man licks his lips as his desires mount from this genuinely gorgeous lady in front of him. He can see just enough to notice an extremely tiny pink thong separating her lush cheeks and racing between her closed legs. God, this has to be the luckiest day for me in who knows how long. What I wouldn't give to get a hold of that. I have to make some sort of move, because I cannot pass this up or I will never forgive myself, he thinks.

He tries to conjure a plan on how to talk to her, when he suddenly sees a pair of huge breasts. How did I miss those? he wonders. He had been so fascinated by her legs that he he hadn't looked any further. Hanging there like large bowling balls, they press and stretch her light green sweater towards the ground. How could any sweater hold those in? They look as if they are going to bust right through, with her sweater as tight as it is. If only I could get my hands on those. I wonder how they feel? he ponders, with his desires near the boiling point. He leans back from the shelf and begins to contemplate a serious plan on how to approach her without making a terrible idiot of himself.

Chapter Two: The Meeting

The man behind her quickly looks up in hopes she is not leaving right away.

She pulls a book out called, "Passions Embrace", a steamy erotic novel with some graphic sexual depictions. Reading the back cover, the summary peaks her interest. It tells of two lovers who are having some troubles in the bedroom of late as they are tired of the boring sex. Their troubles escalate into arguments, which in turn almost cause them to separate. That is, until they see a therapist to discuss their differences. They find out they have completely different sexual fantasies. The doctor suggests they go on a romantic getaway to try to experiment and play out each other's fantasies. This leads to a series of sexual endeavors that will leave you wanting to try them yourself.

"Wow! This sounds very erotic. I bet this would get me aroused", Velma whispers softly.

But not softly enough, as unknown to her, the man behind her hears every word. I have to think of something quick!, he says to himself.

Velma decides to read a couple of the pages to see if this book is really all that it is cracked up to be. She skims through the pages until a paragraph grabs her attention. As the story unfolds, Velma begins to get a little anxious. She reads on, as the book draws more of her attention. Wow! This is steamy! she thinks. Looking around, side to side, to see if anyone is paying her any attention, she continues to read, but this time more involved with the story. Her hand slowly pulls her sweater over one of her mountainous breasts, and ever so gently strokes her nipple through her bra. With her other hand holding the book while she reads some more. Getting aroused by every passing touch of her finger, she wets her lips in excitement.

SMACK!!!

A book falls to the floor, and Velma jumps in surprise and quickly pulls her top back over her chest. She quickly looks around and at the last second notices a reflection in her glasses. Looking into the corner of her lens, she sees a pair of eyes over her shoulder and through the bookcase behind her watching her. Trying not to make an obvious move to scare off the looker, she calms herself down and breathes slowly. I wonder how long he was looking at me. Did he see everything that just happened? He must be interested if he is still staring though. she thinks. The man behind her continues his observation of Velma, as his eyes never leave her in hopes she will do some more teasing of herself.

God, this book has really got me going. I stil feel aroused. I need some way to relieve this. Hmmm... Maybe I can lure this guy behind me over here.

A couple of seconds pass and finally she thinks of an idea. Velma looks into her glasses to see if the man is still gazing upon her.

"This book is so good! I sure wish I had someone to play out these fantasies with me." Velma conspicuously whispers aloud, trying to play it off as if she is talking to herself.

The man gulps, as he realizes she may be onto him. But instead of shying away, he takes a deep breath and casually walks around the corner. Pretending to look at the books, he moves into Velma's aisle.

"Hey, how's it going?" he says to her as he browses through the shelves of books.

"Good, and you?" she responds.

"Great, I can't complain myself. Hey, that's a good book you got in your hands there. I read it myself." He tells her trying to play it cool.

With a slight giggle Velma says, "You read this? I find that hard to believe."

"I did. I have read a couple of these books. Is there something wrong with that?" he responds.

"No, not at all. I just thought that mostly women read these romantic books", she tells him.

"Well, I have", he answers, and then goes on to point out some of the books and give her summaries on them.

"I am impressed", she says.

"You know...some guys, like me for instance, like to read about romance and fantasies on occasion. Sometimes they give me ideas to use in real life", he says in hopes of making an impression.

"I have an idea. Since you are into some of these romantic fantasy books, let's say we try to get out of here and go back to my place", Velma openly says to him, still feeling horny from reading the arousing romantic book in her hand.

With a little stutter, "Huh...you...you want me to go back to your place. I am just looking for a nice book to read, and I bump into you here in this aisle", he replies, trying not to seem interested.

"Come on now, how many times do women ask you to go home with them when meeting in a library; let alone when you see a woman giving herself a little tease?" Velma answers in semi-pleading manner.

"What are you talking about? I didn't see you do anything. I just ran into you now."

"I saw you. I saw your reflection looking at me through the corner of my glasses when the book fell", she happily replies.

"You're ... you're not mad at me for that?", he falters in his tone.

"No, actually I am feeling a little turned on by it. So this is your last chance...shall we go?" she asks with a grin on her face.

"Well, if you put it that way...sure why not? By the way what's your name? Mine is Tom." He says to her while putting his hand on his hip and inviting her to lock arms with him as they leave.

"I am Velma. Nice to meet you", she tells him taking hold of his arm.

Side by side, they walk out of the library to her car.

Chapter Three: Let the Tease Begin

"This is a pretty nice place you have here...clean too." He tells her as a compliment.

"Thank you. Let's go upstairs shall we?" she kindly responds closing and locking the door behind her.

She leads the way upstairs, he follows behind watching her calves flex as she climbs.

"Are you enjoying the view?" she asks him.

"Yeah, of course! Your legs first caught my...attention in the library", he tells her with a pause and loss of concentration, as she unzips the back of her skimpy skirt and lets it falls to the ground while in the middle of his sentence.

"How about now? I think this view suits you more", she says to him looking over her shoulder.

They reach her bedroom and walk in, with Tom staring at her plush ass.

"Why don't you pull that chair in the corner closer to the middle of the room and sit down?" Velma tells him as she gets ready to perform.

Tom walks across her large master bedroom to the chair and pulls it towards the center. He takes a seat on her softly cushioned, black velvet, love seat.

"Since you like to watch others, you can sit there and watch me, while I do a little something for you", she explains to him with a growing smile.

"Let the show begin!" he anxiously proclaims.

Velma stands in front him with her legs slightly spread apart and her hands on her hips and moves them side to side in rhythmic fashion. Leisurely, her hips sway side to side with Tom focusing in on that miniature pink thong, which he can now see is all sheer. He notices a very small neatly trim downward triangle patch, which the sheer thong gives away. She walks in close on Tom, putting her hands on his strong firm shoulders and pushing him back into the seat. She turns around with her backside facing him and her legs straddling his lap.

"Was I like this when you saw my lovely legs?" she asks over her delicate shoulder and bends forward toward the ground. Tom's eyes widen from the sight, with her ass no more than a foot away from him.

"Is this what you desire?" Velma asks.

She places her hands on the back of her lower thighs and glides them upward towards her bare behind. Then once her hands reach her ass cheeks, she grabs them with Tom watching her fingers settle into her graceful cheeks. SMACK!! Tom looks on as she lightly slaps one of her ass cheeks. His hand reaches forward in lust for her delightful ass, but Velma pushes his arm away.

"I don't think so. I didn't say you could touch ... yet", she responds with a long pause.

She walks forward a little swinging her hips high from side to side and turns around to face him. Her hands move from her thin waistline up the side of her ribs and to her bulging tits.

She pushes them together and says, "You say you like my legs, but I think there is something else you may be drooling over even more."

"What might that be?" Tom pretends to innocently ask.

Her hands grip the bottom of her green sweater. "Just take a look and see for yourself!" Velma says while peeling her sweater over them and pulling her arms out to take it off.

Tom's eyes widen once again, gawking at what is in front of him. In a matching sheer pink bra, two magnificently large tits are straining to be supported by her sexy lingerie. He takes a deep breath to calm his excitement, looking at her large nipples stiffening through her bra. Velma's hands start at the top of her breast and caress downward until she is cradling them.

"See, I knew you would like these titties better."

"How about a touch now? I have to know how they feel." Tom desperately asks her.

"No, not now. You have to wait a little bit longer. You will get your chance", Velma answers back with an even bigger smile as the moment draws closer.

Chapter Four: Her Top

"So, what do you think so far?" she seductively asks him while gradually approaching the chair.

"Not bad. You have an amazing body", Tom replies.

"Not bad? Let's see if I can change that", Velma says in a teasing way and ignoring the second half of his comment.

Velma gets closer to him and straddles his lap again. She leans forward and puts her hands on the arms of the chair to support her top-heavy body. Moving in closer towards him, their eyes meet one another. With her body nearly on top of his and seeing each other eye to eye, she raises her body up a little. Tom's eyes do not follow hers, but stare straight ahead into the massive breasts directly in front of him. Rocking her shoulders back and forth, Velma's breasts dangle in front of his face. Tom's jaw drops in awe.

"Let's keep that jaw shut. We are not even to the main course yet. But I can see I am doing better than the 'Not Bad' comment you gave me." Velma tells him lifting her body upright and placing her fingers underneath his chin to close it for him.

"Sorry, I just...I just...ah..." Tom babbles from loss of concentration.

"Shhhh! Just relax and enjoy", she tells him and blows a kiss his way.

"I knew these are what you really want", Velma says, backing away some, with her hands following around the large curves of her tits.

Her hands swirl around her breasts, slightly massaging her nipples at the same time. Tom's gaze never leaves her chest, and sees her nipples stiffening. They become hard to the point where they seem to be about to burst through her pink sheer bra. Velma gets more excited each time her hand brushes against them, and lets out a subtle moan. Hearing that, Tom thinks to himself, Oh man, she is getting turned on from this. Please take your top and bottom off now, so I can get in on the action. Then just as he finishes his thought, her hands come up to the top of her bra and she peels the front cover down, finally exposing those large fleshy mounds.

"I bet you couldn't have waited any longer for me to take this bra off", she teases him.

"It did not matter to me. I am just enjoying your performance so far", Tom kindly replies back.

"Well, I couldn't wait any longer. It was getting in the way." Velma responds as she reaches around to her back to unclip her bra.

"That feels better! Now I can go on with the show", she continues as she drops the bra to the floor.

Velma resumes her little dance with her hands creeping up her side to her bare breasts. Her hands grasp them along the sides and she pushes them together. Tom sees them smash together and his eyes enlarge. Those tits must be soft; there is no way they would smash together like that if they weren't. Plus they did jiggle plenty when she was swinging them near my face. he figures. Leisurely, she approaches him with her hands cupped underneath them, bouncing them up and down; one after the other. Straddling his lap again, Velma sits down with her bare bottom pressing on the middle of his muscular thighs, just below his hardening dick. Letting go of her marvelous chest, her arms reach up into the air and she places her hands behind her head. She straightens out her back and pushes her breasts outward closer towards him. His eyes deeply set on the heavenly figure on his lap, as she commences to twist her upper body from side to side.

"God this feels so good! I love when my tits are freely moving side to side and bumping into each other", Velma whispers to him.

Tom says nothing in response with his eyes seeming to zoom in on those bulging breasts wiggling in front of his gleeful face. For a couple of more seconds, she continues to twist and turn her upper body in a smooth fashion. Until she finally stands up off his lap.

Chapter Five: Her Bottom

"Nah, don't worry. Just take your time", Tom playfully responds, but deep down using all his will to restrain himself from jumping out of his seat and onto her.

"You are telling me that at this moment you do not anxiously want to climb all over me?" she responds by using her arms to hug and squeeze her tits together.

"I didn't say that. I am saying that I would like you to finish, before anything else happens", he replies in a calm tone playing it cool.

"I see", she says with a smile, knowing he is using all his might to hold himself back.

Twisting around, Velma's backside faces him once again, rocking her curvy hips to and fro. His eyes follow suit with his pupils moving with her every sway, like a fan's might at tennis match watching the ball. Steadily her legs spread farther and farther apart until they make a wide V-shape. Velma leans forward towards the ground and wraps her hands around her ankles. Right between her lustful sprawling legs, the upper half of her body falls in the middle. Her chest hangs close to the floor from all the weight they possess, as if reaching for the ground to rest themselves upon. She turns her back to the side, so she can look at Tom. Then her hands creep up the back of her legs over her small tight calves to the middle of her thick thighs. Next, her fingers move to the inner thigh and continue to creep upward. They meet just below her pussy, where Velma uses one of her hands to reach a little farther back and glide hers fingers over her secret area, from the back to the front.

"Oh, the bottom of my thong is a little wet. I guess I should take it off, so I can get a better feel!" Velma moans after her fingers feel a little damp spot on her thong.

"...Go ahead, take it off. It's not doing any of us any good", Tom responds after a small pause from listening to her amazing statement.

Velma brings her legs tightly together with her inner thighs pressing against one another. Her hands reach for her waistline and drag the thong downward. Her hips wiggle to try and loosen the thong a little as she pulls some more. The sheer tiny garment passes down the middle of her ass cheeks until the curves of her round behind help it roll down a little faster. Finally her thong is completely off her ass and wedges between her thighs. She, once again leans forward placing her hands on the ground for support, and as that happens, Tom notices her tight pussy peaking through at the top of her thighs. Wow!, Tom thought simply. Turning her top-heavy body to the side, Velma takes one of her hands and reaches around for her thong. Tugging her thong down her legs, Velma looks right into Tom's eyes. Her tongue circles slowly around her lips, leaving them ripe and moist for a long wet kiss. By now, her skimpy underwear is down around her ankles. One foot after another, she gracefully steps out of her thong. Holding it in one hand, Velma straightens up and turns toward Tom. Using her other hand, she stretches the thong apart and flings it towards Tom. Her undergarment hits him right on the face. Tom takes a deep inhale to saturate his senses with her alluring scent and then he pulls it off.

"I have pretty good aim, I guess!" Velma says with a slight giggle, turning towards the bed.

Chapter Six: Their Fantasies Are Fulfilled

"Oh, this feels so good. I wish it could be your hands all over my big tits!" Velma seductively says to Tom.

"Why don't I come over there to help you out then?" Tom replies wishfully.

"Not quite yet, be patient just a little longer", she counters with a grin, taking her hand off her chest.

"You like the view?" Velma inquisitively asks, in hopes for a reply.

"Yes, very much so!" Tom answers.

"Mmm, it tastes sweet like candy! If only your lips where on them...sucking...and...nibbling away!" Velma, again, teasingly tells Tom.

Tom's head just moves up and down steadily from watching her bosoms wiggle; he says nothing to her at all. His jaw starts to drop again from her amazing performance.

"Ah...ah..." Tom stutters.

"You know...this would feel so much better, if you came over here and joined me. I am starting to get lonely, pretending to ride nobody here! Velma says to him in a very slow and sexy tone.

"I thought you'd never ask!" Tom responds with no hesitation at all.

"You have to take your clothes off before you join me in bed", Velma points out.

"I guess I can do that, after all you are already naked", Tom answers.

"Don't rush, I am not going anywhere", Velma asks him.

Velma repositions herself on the bed so she is lying on her back with her head near the pillows. With her legs straight out in front of her, she uses her elbows to keep her upper body angled up, so she can enjoy watching him undress. Velma's hands corral the sides of her breasts and she pushes them closer together.

"Come on Tom, what are you waiting for?" Velma flirtingly asks him.

Tom hurries to untie his shoes and remove his socks. Next he pulls his blue polo over his head.

"Oh Tom, you didn't say you had a body like that." Velma says with surprise, looking at his broad sturdy shoulders and ripped abs.

"You never asked me", he remarks in a smart tone, smiling at Velma.

With his eyes never leaving her body, Tom begins to unbuckle his black leather belt and pulls it through the loops.

"I can't wait to see what other surprises you have for me", Velma anxiously says, waiting for him to pull his pants down.

Tom just smiles back, knowing she has to wait for him now.

"You know, you can hurry this up...I don't know how long I can hold my big heavy breasts up for you", Velma says, jiggling them in hopes he will move faster.

Tom, hearing her say that, swiftly unbuttons his khaki pants and slides them down to his feet.

"I like men who wear boxers!" Velma tells him, looking at his black cotton shorts.

"You are almost there. Let me get my legs ready for you!" Velma says in sexy tone, as she spreads her legs far apart.

Tom very slowly drops his boxers to the floor and Velma gives a big grin.

"I knew you had another surprise for me, and it is bigger than I thought", Velma says, licking her lips in anticipation.

Tom walks over to the foot of the bed and looks at Velma. Velma looks directly back, but is unable to concentrate on his face; her eyes tend to slip down to what really matters to her. She eyeballs his lower section, in shock of how big his cock is hanging there.

"Well do you want to stand here so you can stare at it? Or do you want me to come to you, so you can get some hands on experience?" Tom jokingly says.

"Yeah, why don't you come lie right next to me, so I can get my hands on that giant cock?" Velma answers back.

And so with that, Tom crawls onto her bed and lies beside her. Velma turns on her side and pulls closer to his body. Tom lies there comfortably with her warm puffy tits nestled next to him. Leaning in towards his ear and giving him a small lick on his lobe, Velma whispers, "Shall we begin?" Tom turns his head and plants a long wet kiss on her mouth. Velma's eyes open wide in reaction from the aggressive kiss. Pulling away from her lips, Tom responds, "I'm ready for whatever you want to do to me!" And with that response, as they move on to the next act of their erotic fantasy.