Arleigh looked around the library and was totally bored.
Flipping a blonde curl from her eyes, she surveyed her domain. Her friend Dana - and sometimes lover - had got her the job in the library, knowing her amiga needed some spending cash. It was easy work, Arleigh's bubbly personality made it easy for her to work with the public. She was friendly, sexy and easy to be around.
Her curly blonde hair swirled around her as she heard a book BANG! to the floor. Her green eyes saw the youngster try to put the book back on the shelf and he grinned sheepishly at her. Poor little guy just looked so lost!
She walked over to him, helped him return the Lemony Snicket book to its proper place and she sat in her chair. This was far from her dream job and as the attractive blonde crossed her legs and dangled a heel from one foot, she mused on the last few months.
She and Vance had broken up after he'd made a very drunken, obvious play for Dana. Not that she blamed her, Dana was hot and Arleigh would have considered sharing, - after all, she'd licked Dana's sweet pussy man a time - but he was such an ass about it. Arleigh hadn't been laid in over 2 months and her pussy was just aching for a good fuck. Her tight little pussy was pulling the lacy thong in deep, arousing her lusts.
She squirmed in her chair, remembering the feeling of Vance's big, hard rod, pistoning in and out of her wet cooze. He might have been a bastard, but Vance knew what a woman liked in the bedroom. He knew where to lick her pussy, what buttons to push, how to play and manipulate her hard nipples and make her ache for his big cock. Then, he'd tease her mercilessly, moving it just barely into the lips of her pussy, stroking against her engorged clit, making Arleigh beg to have him shove his cock into her and fuck her, hard and NOW!
Vance would then ... Arleigh's train of though was interrupted by someone at the checkout desk.
There was a stunning, dark-haired, sex god of a man standing in front of her.
He seemed to be talking directly to her, but Arleigh was lost in a fog.
"I wanted to thank you for being so nice to Kevin."
"Hmmm?"
"Kevin. My son. The boy who dropped the book. He said you were nice, and patient with him. The poor kid's such a klutz - takes after his dad - that people often lose patience with him."
Arleigh returned to the real world. Damn, he was married and had a son. In her fantasies, she'd already fucked this big-cocked (they were all big-cocked in her fantasies) man to oblivion, but Arleigh had one cardinal rule - she didn't fuck married men. He was gorgeous in an I'm-hot-but-don't-flaunt-it way, but he was married, damn it!
