Oh, while I like my coffee vanilla I want my sex to be anything but. I spend hour's hanging out at the local library and I know many of the librarians...well, some very well. About a week ago a new librarian caught my eye. I do not know why. Her hair was a mess; she had no idea on how to use make up and her clothes, well she is fashion’s equivalent to the titanic. Given all this I was getting quite wet and the telltale tingle was clearly present. I immediately struck up a conversation and fell in. On it, the familiar logo of BBCOne's Strictly Come Dancing spins into view, closely followed by thesmiling, beautiful form of our friend Hannah and her professional dancepartner Robin. The whole room watches enthralled as the tall man whipsHannah around the dancefloor in a beautiful quickstep, Hannah's long,flowing dress sweeping around her with every step she takes. Everyone in theroom gives Hannah a standing ovation at the end of the dance, and a secondone when her score- 30 points out of a. The door opens and I get out, glancing at the meter to see the price. My suitcase is already standing next to the door and I hand the driver the amount I owe him and a little extra, he was afterall quite a gentleman taking care of my luggage and holding the door for me. He says his goodbyes as he walk around to the driver side door and I watch as he drives off. I keep looking until he makes a turn and is out of sight. I pull out the handle of my suitcase and look at the house. The front door is. I hop off the bar and gently tug him over to one of the tables by the windows. I sit on the table and again pull him close between my legs. I run my hands slowly up his sides and take off his shirt. He takes off my shirt the same manner and I unhook the clasp in the front of my bra. With my voluptuous tits before him, he buries his face in them and lays me down on the table. I can feel my pussy getting wet as he kisses his way down my toned abdomen. I start to moan and squeeze my soft breasts.