Thursday’s at the library are my worst day.

We are always understaffed, but Thursday’s are the worst. The level of being overworked and the intense amount of public service required zap my usually sexy friskiness, like no other days do.

When I find myself drifting into mean library woman mode, I try to step back check the room out and scope someone to drift into a library fuck fantasy with.

Yesterday this was even more difficult. But, not impossible, I just had to focus attention on my mind and pussy.

But sometimes, at the library, good fantasy material is few and far between.

There has been a new patron lately, who is wheelchair bound.

He is all there mentally, good looking–a bit off, but most are at the library–he moves well for being in the chair, good sense of humor, and he could not keep his eyes off my tits. Sometimes I wear blouses and tops that make it impossible to look anywhere else. I began to trip into what it would be like to fuck around with him. I imagine he would have to lick a lot of pussy, and fuck me with something besides his cock–that probably doesn’t work. Or maybe it does work. Even better.

I began to think how would he get off if his cock didn’t work, and do I really even care if he does get off or not? I thought about standing on the arm rests of his chair, my legs spread in that inverted V, my pussy looking down at him. Taunting. Teasing. Making him pussy willow hungry. I thought about lowering myself to his nose, his lips, I thought about coating his face in my gloss.

I thought about his cock functioning properly, his chair becoming and aid for me, a prop to better grind into his hard cock, my legs straddling his lap my hands grasping the handles of the chair as my pussy engulfs every bit of him.

I drifted into his hands grasping, mashing and devouring the tits he loves so much. Filling his mouth with mounds of flesh, biting at my nipples, making  hard little cherry pebbles on top of the scoops of ice cream, pulling and twisting to his pleasure and mine.

And soon enough, I began to get wet an d drift away from the library into fictional fuck land. I think it  was a combination of the control I could have with this man, his leering stare at my tits, and the the lack of fantasy material in the library. But, I could see he was hungry for me and it made my crappy Thursday a little better.