The library is always quiet early in the day. Most people are at work, kids aren’t out of school yet. It’s a great place to go get some work done. At least, that is what I thought when I first started going to the library to get some work done before my night classes. I would go toward the back of the library, find a desk, and work. During breaks, I would get up and browse the stacks, wandering through book case after book case. The first morning I was there I saw the sexiest woman, just my type. She was petit with dark hair flowing past her shoulders. She was wearing a black blazer with a matching black mini-skirt. She was so fucking hot, and definitely in the age-range of my fantasies, 45-50. We made eye contact, she smiled, looked down, and kept walking.
I couldn’t get my mind off of her the rest of the day but didn’t see her again. When I showed up to the library the next morning, I was hoping that I would see her again. I know nothing would ever come of it, but there’s nothing wrong with looking and fantasizing. I went to the same desk and sure enough, across the room, she was sitting there. She was not dressed as fancily today. In place of her black skirt was a denim one, and instead of a blazer was a blue tshirt representing the local college. The college I went to.