My Library Fantasy: Daryl, chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Library Fantasy: Daryl, chapter 2

... himself to look at me. Maybe he was embarrassed that he’d fucked me, and I shouldn’t be feeling confident at all. “Maybe you should have stayed home and gone to bed,” I said, not being able to stop myself from behaving like his Mama. I felt so old all of a sudden, like I was one of the other older librarians, just joining in with mothering him. “Nah,” he said, finally putting his phone away in his back pocket, “I wanted to see what you were wearing.” He grinned and finally looked at my face. There he was! I knew my boy toy was in there somewhere. My doubts about myself instantly vanished. I even sneakily rubbed the pointed toe of my heels up his leg in the dark during the play and watched him shift in his seat, hopefully because his trousers were getting uncomfortable. Oh how I absolutely loved putting him on his back foot like this! Later on, the only people left were those who had the day off tomorrow, those whose husbands were picking them up, and me and my boy toy. “Aren’t you in tomorrow, Jenny?” asked Beryl, who was in the ‘those whose husbands were picking them up’ club and was quite drunk now. “No, it’s my Friday off,” I answered, “And I’m staying in the B and B so I’ll be here drinking until the bitter end!” “What?” Daryl suddenly cut in, and he stuttered to find the next words, “Aren’t you… why… you’re not going home?” He was so handsome: a real pretty young man. I could understand how a woman his own age would be quite intimidated. He could be cheeky, and smart, ...

... and was very well groomed. He was definitely a good catch for a young woman. For me though? He was a little play thing. I could see right through his hair products and his cheeky mouth, to the little boy underneath. The one that still lived with his Mum, rode his pedal bike to work, and struggled to find words when he found out I’d be alone in a hotel room tonight. I had absolutely no intention of being alone though. “No Daryl, I’ll be in town all night and until tomorrow when I check out,” I said, staring at him and attempting to take in every little clue as to how he was feeling that I could get. He blinked his eyes very slowly and his breathing went deeper. He looked around at the group nervously, and that seemed like the perfect time to start negotiations. I thought I might be the only woman on the planet that made him uneasy, and the thought made me grin. I leaned in closer to talk just to him. Everyone else was drunk and no one noticed we’d suddenly begun a private conversation when the subject of ‘the hotel room’ came up. At least, I hoped they hadn’t. “Remember what I promised you?” I said, intensely. “Um…” Daryl started, seemingly with no idea how to respond for the best. “I promised you I’d tell you when playtime was,” I continued, “Well. It’s tonight.” He bit his bottom lip and looked me up and down, “Okay,” he said, and turned all the way towards me, as if waiting for my instruction. Such a good boy! I thought that I’d played with him enough and decided to put the ...