Sounds Good Ch. 04: The Librarian

NOTE: This is Part 4 in a series, and while it is not necessary to read the preceding parts, it will definitely make more sense if you do! Either way, please enjoy this story. I tried to change things up this time, expanding on the relationship between Diane and Peter without sacrificing any action. If you have any suggestions or requests, let me know in the comments. Enjoy!

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It was a Friday. That's all Peter could think about as he stood outside Diane's door after knocking. It was a Friday, in the middle of the day. Noon on a Friday and Diane had invited him over. This wasn't their usual day for recording, so Peter couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong. Maybe Diane was done with him, and wanted them to stop working together. No matter the dread he was feeling, it was quickly replaced with a different emotion when Diane opened the door.

She stood in the doorway smiling, wearing a dress and cardigan that looked simultaneously studious and sultry. The dress was made of a comfortable material, but was low cut enough that Peter's eyes were drawn right to her ample cleavage. It almost looked like she was getting ready for church, but that cleavage suggested she intended to seduce a priest while there. Either way, Diane greeted Peter with her usual smile and very cushioned hug, and welcomed him into her house.

A surprise to Peter, Diane did not immediately lead him towards the guest bedroom she had turned into a studio, where they typically recorded audio erotica together. Instead, she led him to the couches in her living room. She gestured for Peter to sit on one, then took a seat across from him on a separate couch. She clasped her hands together and leaned forward a bit, resting her elbows on her knees. From in front of her, Peter had a great look at her cleavage, distractingly so.

"Peter, you might be wondering why I asked you to come over today." As Diane spoke, Peter held his breath. "Don't worry, nothing's wrong." He exhaled when he heard that.

"So, what is going on?" He asked, breaking his stare from her breasts to her eyes.

"Well, I think that the work we've done together so far has been great. But, I believe that whatever your hobby, no matter how good you get, you should never stop practicing. And I think we should make sure we don't forget about practice." She arched her eyebrows, almost silently asking if he understood her.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, I think that makes sense. You mean, like..." Peter's voice trailed off as he searched for something to say. He didn't fully comprehend what she meant, but he didn't want to seem naive.

"Here, honey, why don't you just come with me." Diane stood up, and Peter followed as she led him out of the living room and to the staircase. He paused for a moment at the bottom. Peter had never been upstairs in Diane's house. This felt big to him. But Diane didn't hesitate, and continued up the stairs, and Peter followed behind her, shamelessly watching her butt bounce with each step. Was he able to make out a panty line through the dress fabric?

Upstairs, Peter looked down a hallway with a handful of doors on either side, and one at the end that Peter assumed was the master bedroom. He followed her down the hallway, closer and closer to the door at the end, but Diane turned and entered into a side door, the last on the left before the master bedroom. Almost disappointedly, Peter followed her into what he realized must be Diane's office. In the small room, a large desk was against one wall with a desktop computer on it, and a collection of desk trinkets. The swivel chair looked worn, but comfortable. There was a filing cabinet off to the side, adjacent to a closet built into the wall. Covering the opposite wall was a row of bookcases, stocked full of novels. Diane led Peter towards the side of the room with the books, then turned to face him.

"Sometimes, Peter, I will have an idea for a story, something for us to act out... But it doesn't always translate well to audio. However, that doesn't mean I want to just throw it away. It's still a decent story idea. So instead, I figure we should use it as a practice round." Diane stepped closer to Peter, putting less than a foot between them. She traced one finger down from his clavicle to his stomach. He held his breath when her hand stopped above his waistband. "You see, maybe we could play through this scenario, just for us. It would give us a good chance to try some improv and see where it goes. No recording, nothing for an audience. Just us." Diane was staring down at Peter's crotch, watching a bulge form.

"W-what exactly did you have in mind?" Peter had trouble finding his voice.

"I was at the library the other day, and it got me thinking..." Her hand stayed planted just above his waistband.

"A library?" Peter questioned.

"Yeah. See, you have to be quiet in a library. If you're too loud, it's distracting to others. And a quiet recording of me shushing you every time you moan doesn't sound too interesting for my listeners." Diane explained, though Peter considered disagreeing. However, she had a hand just inches from his hardening cock, so he had no intention of changing the subject.

"Did you have any specific story in mind?" He asked.

"I did." Diane answered. "Maybe a story between a naughty librarian and a patron who's touching himself while reading something inappropriate." She smirked, looking up to catch Peter's eye. He could hardly make eye contact, he had so much trouble focusing on any one thing in the moment. Without saying anything, Diane pushed Peter back a few steps until he was up against the book case, and like that, she got into character.

"Sir, excuse me, what exactly are you doing back here?" Diane's tone was hushed, but strict. Peter immediately felt guilty, blushing. Diane removed her hand from his waistband, and shook a finger at him. With each shake, her tits bounced slightly, and Peter remembered how soft and supple her breasts looked in this dress. After a long moment of silence as Peter ogled Diane's cleavage, she spoke, this time out of character. "Peter," her voice was at a regular volume now. "We're still trying to play through a scenario. Remember, there's not a script, but I still want you to improv it like we're actually doing it. Pretend I'm really a librarian, and I've caught you touching your cock while reading something inappropriate. Make something up! Have fun!"

"Right, sorry." Peter apologized.

"Now," Diane's voice dropped to a sultry, strict tone. "Just what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was just, uh—" Peter feigned surprise and embarrassment.

"Just what? Were you just touching yourself? This is a library!" Diane's voice was a harsh whisper, but she moved closer to Peter, maybe three inches from him.

"I'm sorry, I was reading this book, and it got me... excited." Peter was beginning to get into character, find a groove.

"And what book is that?" Diane gestured to the nothing Peter was holding.

"It's about a young writer who gets seduced by an older woman. He's writing a sex scene for a book he's working on and she offers to teach him a few things." Peter was having fun with this. Diane was impressed with his creativity, and made a mental note to hold onto that story idea.

"Well, young man, that does sound exciting. But we can't have you touching your cock here, among the stacks." Diane moved closer, now less than an inch from Peter's side.

"I'm sorry, miss, do you want me to leave?" Peter was teasing her, and she could see it in his eyes.

"No, no, absolutely not. Clearly you're not taking care of yourself well enough, otherwise you wouldn't be here at a library jerking off. How about I just help you out, then we don't have this problem again. I'm sure I can do a good enough job that this shouldn't happen again. Does that sound like a good deal?"

"That sounds great." He nodded. Diane finally moved as close as she could get, pressing her body up against Peter's right side. She pushed her bosom against his arm, and he could feel her body heat radiating. He moaned when Diane's fingers brushed over the rather large bulge in his pants, but Diane quickly shushed him, putting a finger over his lips.

"Shh... We're in a library. You don't want anyone finding us." She smiled, he nodded and bit his lip to keep quiet. This proved to be an exceptionally difficult task as Diane stepped in front of Peter and ground her large butt into his lap. He enjoyed it, grabbing her hips and pressing against her. She sighed in satisfaction, feeling the bulge in his pants push against her ass. As he held onto her hips, he couldn't help but notice how soft Diane's ass was, like two pillows for his cock to bury itself between. He couldn't help but thrust against her, which caused her to have to bite her lip to muffle a moan of her own.

"You like that?" Peter teased.

"I do." Diane whispered back. "Do you like this?" In one swift movement, she stepped to his side again, pressing up against him, and pet his bulge. No longer wanting to waste any time, she reached a small hand down his pants, grabbing a handful of his cock and balls. Her hands were small, and his cock was large, but she managed to smoothly lift them out of his pants, as he helped to drop trou. Diane drank in the sight of this virile cock growing in her hands, the heavy balls full of cum. Half on purpose, half by mistake, Diane drooled onto Peter's cock, before beginning to stroke it slowly, softly working the saliva into a slick coat. She admired how smooth his member was, how much she loved gently stroking up and down, up and down, back and forth. Peter shut his eyes tight and braced himself against the bookshelf.

"How's this feel?" She whispered in her sultry tone.

"I— this is amazing." He barely spat out.

"No more touching yourself in my library?"

"No... No more..."

"Let's make sure you're taken care of... No more urges." Diane quickened her pace, stroking Peter's cock faster, from base to tip. He stifled another moan, feeling the cum churning in his balls. He was about to cum, sooner than he'd intended, but Diane was so good at what she was doing. The dress, the cleavage, the drool, the rhythm, the whispers, the spontaneity, it was all too much. As he felt his knees go weak, he groaned softly, but Diane pulled her hand away from his cock unexpectedly.

"W-what? What's wrong?" Peter took a sharp breath. The sudden lack of stimulation stopped him dead in his tracks, no longer on the edge. He was almost disappointed.

"Don't cum just yet. We have to make sure we get all of those urges out. We'll have to build it up a bit, so when you finally do burst..." She paused for a moment, softly squeezing Peter's tender balls, eliciting a whimper from him. "When you finally do burst, it'll get rid of all those urges at once."

"Okay, yes ma'am." Peter had never tried edging before, but he was more than willing to test it out with Diane. She seemed experienced, and could read his body well enough to know when he was close. And if it meant a better orgasm at the end, he was willing to suffer for that reward.

"Great." With a wink, Diane removed her cardigan before pulling her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor. Peter's cock twitched, almost flopping around as he stared at Diane's body, which she noticed and rewarded by grabbing his fat cock again, finding a steady rhythm in a matter of seconds. He examined the matching bra and panties she was wearing. Hot pink, a very exciting color. But despite the salacious shade, the bra itself wasn't flashy, instead more maternal in design. Nothing too big or brazen about it, it was simple in design and structure. This simplicity made the experience all the more authentic for Peter, who thrust into Diane's hand harder and harder, turned on by how amazing she looked. She wasn't some professional model or plastic starlet, she was his neighbor, a mature MILF twice his age, a little chubby, wearing the type of bra a stay-at-home mom would wear while going to a parent-teacher conference: something sensible and comfortable. And right now, she was pretending to be a librarian, stroking his cock with both hands while kissing his neck, occasionally breaking to whisper into his ear, encouraging, begging him to let go of all his urges.

With all this in mind, Peter again found himself close to the edge, ready to blow. He tensed up, one hand grasping at the shelf he was leaning against. Diane could feel him stiffen up as he thrust into her fist, and dropped his cock as he thrust into the empty air, grunting in displeasure.

"Not yet, not yet!" Diane scolded in a loud whisper. "Almost, I can tell you're almost there. But we have to make sure you get it all out of your system. We can't have you touching yourself back here again. What if another patron found us doing this?" The thought actually turned her on. She was so in character, silently jacking off a naughty young man, trying to be as discreet as possible, loving the feeling of his thick cock in her delicate hands.

Peter, on the other hand, was disappointed he wasn't allowed to finish. He just wanted to cum so badly. Diane traced her fingers across his shaft lightly, barely making contact, which drove him crazy. In a bold move, Peter slapped Diane's ass, grabbing a handful of it and pulling her in tight. She giggled in surprise, taking hold of his hard cock again, beginning to pump. As she massaged his cock, he kept his hand on her rear end, cupping one large cheek in his whole hand. The soft silk of Diane's panties felt so heavenly, like he was palming a cloud. Diane moaned in pleasure as he squeezed, his fingers lightly traversing her ass. She responded by picking up her pace, quickly jacking his cock before slowing down to the steady pump of a loose fist, which Peter blissfully thrust into again and again.

As she kept pumping, up and down his length, Diane alternated between kissing Peter's neck and whispering into his ear, shushing him for moaning. Her tits pressed up against him, still cupped by her soft bra. Peter was barely holding himself up with one hand, putting most of weight against the bookshelf he was leaning up against. His other hand kept gently grabbing at Diane's plump ass, defined by her soft panties.

With each pump, Peter thrust into her hand more and more, and Diane could feel him getting closer and closer. He couldn't help but let out a small moan as Diane spent an extra second massaging at Peter's cockhead, driving him wild, but she shushed him, still pretending to be a librarian, making sure this patron wasn't too loud to disturb readers among the silent shelves.

"Shh, shh, honey, not too loud. I need you to be quiet for me, can you do that?" Diane whispered, reprimanding him, her hands never breaking rhythm on his cock.

"Y-yes, yes ma'am." Peter tried his best to stay in character.

"I think you're ready. You wanna cum for me, baby?" Diane almost breathed the words into Peter's ear. He shut his eyes tight, trying to last as long as he could, but it was all too much. Diane looked so MILF-y in that bra and those panties, her hot, soft body was pressed up against his, he could feel her warm breath against his skin, her voice was like syrup dripping from her lips, and, most notably, she was stroking his cock with such a mind-blowing rhythm that he knew he was fighting a losing battle by trying to hold back any longer.

He couldn't even bring himself to say any actual words, only able to muster out a nod and a moaned "Mhm." Diane knew she was about to get her wish. She planted one final kiss on Peter's cheek before dropping down to her knees, continuing to stroke his cock, which was now at her eye-level. Peter opened his eyes to see his neighbor - or librarian, he should say - on her knees, next to his cock, staring up at him while pumping away. When she clasped a warm hand around his heavy balls, that was all he needed. He closed his eyes tightly again and let out a loud groan as he began to cum.

Diane could feel his balls tighten in her palm and kept stroking his cock, up and down, head to base, never breaking her rhythm. As Peter groaned, he shot a thick rope of hot cum out in front of himself, which splattered across the wood floor of the office. Diane smiled as she kept pumping, and Peter came more and more, depositing more and more cum on the floor of Diane's study. He was thrusting hard into Diane's hand, and she stopped pumping, just holding a tight grip around his shaft as he thrust into her fist, initially finishing with one large cumshot that jetted from his cock, completing his redecorating of her study's floor. Diane dropped the still-throbbing cock from her hands, sure that Peter was spent, considering the huge glob he had just shot. However, Diane was surprised to hear Peter gasp when she released his cock, because apparently he wasn't finished. As a result of all the edging, Peter had even more cum than usual stored up, and as his member flopped down, one final, thick shot of cum splattered across Diane's chest, streaking across her bra. She gasped, shocked at how much cum there was. She'd clearly teased him well.

"Well, well," Diane rose to her feet, no longer in character as she admired Peter's work, the last bit of cum that painted her bra. "You never cease to impress me."

"Thank you?" Peter was panting, equally as stunned as Diane at how much he'd cum. She really knew how to press his buttons just right. He almost felt dizzy.

"I don't know if this will come out in the wash. This'll make for a fun conversation at the dry-cleaner." Diane joked. She absentmindedly unhooked the clasp, letting the cum-drenched bra fall from her shoulders, her soft breasts spilling out of the cups. She turned back to face Peter, still laughing about her joke. As she took the bra off, her tits pressed together and jiggled, a sight to behold for Peter. He was mesmerized by her bouncing breasts, and barely noticed when his once-softening cock sprang to life, almost rock-hard again in a matter of seconds. Diane noticed, and for the first time, Peter saw her blush.

This young man had just cum harder than Diane had ever seen before, and yet one look at her naked body and he was ready for a round two almost instantly? She was stunned, flattered, and turned on, all at once. Without thinking twice, Diane opened her mouth to speak.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

With cum still dripping from his now-hard member, Peter looked stunned at Diane, but he nonetheless found himself following her. Out of the office, down the hall, through the door at the end, into her bedroom. This was the first time Peter was seeing her bedroom, but he could barely focus on everything around him as he was so consumed by the almost-naked MILF inviting him into her shower.

Neither of them said a word as they entered the master bathroom. Peter noticed how large the shower was; this shower could comfortably fit both of them. It had three dark green tile walls, one of which had a small window for natural light. The shower was enclosed by a glass wall, featuring a glass door with a metal handle, which Diane took hold of. She opened the door and turned on the shower, and all Peter could hear was the light sprinkling of water as Diane slipped her panties to the ground, revealing she was almost dripping wet, so aroused from the session with Peter, and especially turned on by how hard he'd gotten simply from seeing her bare breasts again.

Diane turned back to Peter, before reaching out and wrapping one hand around his hard cock, which was still covered in a combination of her saliva and his cum. His eyes bulged as she led him forward, pulling on his shaft lightly, teasingly, so he would follow her into the shower. He eagerly let her lead, following her until the two were standing under the warm water, letting it wash over them. Diane was still holding Peter's cock in a loose fist, and she could feel it throbbing in her delicate fingers. She turned back to face him again, pursing her lips.