I'm Such a Bastard

On Fridays...young men could meet up with older women, probably married women, on the third floor of the Library.

And so, he found himself returning... He placed himself perfectly, and at the right time. Friday night, Library, third floor, Northwest corner.

It didn't take long. She saw him.

She was tall, maybe 35...40, dark hair and eyes, with a slender build-- except for the most luscious, bounciest pair of boobs... Oh was she using them, presenting them, with a self-assured shyness that sent surges through his blood... she knew what she had, and she knew exactly what he was thinking...what she was making him think...

So of course he rebelled...