***This story is purely fiction. It was written at the request of a dear reader who was off in a remote part of the world... He likes blow jobs, large breasts and super shiny black hair pulled into a bun...xo K, enjoy :)***
It was an old library, about to be closed down for renovations , an echoy palace of knowledge with mahogany stacks and marble floors. . The lights were dimed by the crusty dust of a hundred years. Tarps flapped like bored pirate sails over the gaping hole where the atrium used to be.
Ravi sat alone bunkered behind piles of books, studying for the bar. He'd been studying a long long time and was the only person in this part of the building. It was very late at night. The library could have closed for the evening for all he knew. He didn't care. He had to pass this time. He'd tried twice now. He'd put himself through so much stress over this that his hair had prematurely grayed. His sink caught more follicles each morning when he combed his hair. Ravi hadn't had a girlfriend since his freshman year of college and at 29, he remained a virgin. His family felt sorry for him, but they were also proud of his dedication to his studies.
Ravi looked up from the giant law book he was studying. His eyes were so very tired, he wondered if he'd go blind before he passed the exam. It was dark outside. He gazed around the empty room to give his eyes a break. The silence was broken by the light click- clack of high healed shoes on the floor.
He scanned the room for the source and then he saw her. High heals, tight knee length pencil skirt, glasses. Her shiny black hair seemed plastered to her head. It was long and pinned in a bun, flawlessly, to the back of her neck. Her suit jacket was open - she most likely could never have buttoned it. Beneath it protruded the magnificent breasts he had ever seen. They pushed the fabric of her scoop neck top to limits not to be believed.
