Wendy was the stereotypical librarian - quiet, composed and orderly. She spent most of the day checking library materials in and out, shelving books and reading when she could. She was very private, never discussing her home life, except to mention her three cats, Romeo, Octavia and Francis.

Ron was an unusual library customer. He was a lumberjack. He had a sawmill and spent most days cutting and delivering lumber. He did, however, love to read and was one of the only people with whom Wendy chatted. Ron was over six feet tall, muscular, hairy-chested with a full beard. He, like Wendy, said very little. He was shy. The entire library crew noticed every time Ron and Wendy chatted. They all suspected hidden desires, but nothing ever seemed to come of it.

One Tuesday, Ron stopped in the library. He picked up some Steinbeck novels. Steinbeck was one of his favorites and Wendy's also. He looked forward to chatting with her, as usual. Wendy smiled warmly as Ron approached her. He placed the books on her desk and leaned over to visit. Wendy noticed something different about him today. It was his smell. He wore his usual aftershave, but he had just come from the sawmill, and he smelled of pine. The combination of fragrances was powerful. It reminded her of her first, and only, romantic encounter with a young man as they walked in the woods. Instantly, she felt wetness in her panties. Ron, oblivious to the effect he was having, spouted on about Steinbeck. Secretly, he'd always hoped his knowledge of authors would impress Wendy to the point where she would agree to go on a date, but his shyness always crushed the notion.

Wendy tried to focus on the books Ron was getting, and what he was saying, but she was obsessed with his strong arms and hands. His standard lumberjack plaid shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show some chest hair. However, the smell was heavenly. She reveled in his aroma. Finally, she had to act. Years of abstinence screamed at her to take action. She panted just a bit. Ron didn't notice. He was busily trying to impress her, but failed to see how turned on she was. Wendy felt perspiration between her breasts. She placed a hand below the check-out counter where Ron couldn't see. She felt her panties.

"Oh, God," she said to herself. "I'm soaked!"

She couldn't take it anymore. The dam had broken, and years of desire overwhelmed her. She thought of a plan.

"Oh, Ron!" she exclaimed. "I don't know why I didn't think of this before, but we have some original manuscripts in the back room. There may be a Steinbeck manuscript there. Would you like to check?"

"Oh, well, yeah," Ron responded. "I'd like that."

Before she could think, Wendy grabbed the big man by the hand. Ron was surprised at this, but what did it matter? Wendy led him to the back room, pulled a key from her pocket and opened the door. The room was full of original novels and manuscripts, with a large table in the middle. Ron was just getting his eyes to focus on the books when he heard the door lock. Turning, he was surprised to see Wendy rush toward him and plant a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. Before he could react, she ripped the buttons off of his shirt and began to run her fingernails down his hairy chest. He never suspected Wendy had a wild side like this!

"Get your pants off," she said through heavy breaths." Wendy pulled off her sundress and placed her wet panties in Ron's face.

"I smelled you. Now, you smell me," she said through clenched teeth. Ron was a bit insecure at Wendy's behavior. She wasn't just passionate. Her behavior was like an animal. He smelled her scent. It was strong, but pleasant. She pushed the panties into his mouth and pushed him back on the table with his legs dangling in front of her. She wasted no time in devouring his cock. He grew hard in her mouth quickly. She kissed down his shaft and placed both of his balls in her mouth as she stroked his hardness. She groaned like an animal, which turned Ron on even more.

"Oh, God, yes Wendy! Please don't stop!"

She pulled her moth away and looked at the big man, displayed before her like a feast.

"I'm going to fuck every drop of cum out of you," she said in a voice completely foreign to Ron. He immediately wished he had come to the library smelling like pine ages ago.

Wendy returned to his cock. She savored the tip for a moment before taking his entire length. Her lips and nose pressed against Ron's belly as she took him down her throat.

"Jesus Christ!" Ron cried. "Oh, Wendy. So good!"

Wendy held him by his ass as she continued to keep his entire length in her. Her throat squeezed his cock head, as she moved one hand to firmly grip his balls.

"Aaaargh!" Ron gasped. "Easy, baby. Easy!"

Wendy took that as a sign to change tactics. She pushed him back with his whole body on the table. She got on the table between his legs and began pumping his cock with her tiny feet. Her saliva and his pre-cum provide the perfect lubrication. She ran her big toe on one foot around the tip of his cock as the toes on her other foot massaged his swelling balls.

"I want you," she hissed. "I want every fucking inch of your body! Stand up," she ordered. Ron obeyed. She placed his head and chest down on the table and began to devour him from behind. She rimmed, sucked, licked and milked his cock. Unable to take anymore, Ron shot a huge load into her waiting mouth as she stroked his balls for every drop.

Thinking the wonderful encounter was over, Ron spoke.

"Whoa, Wendy. That was incredible!"

Wendy wasn't done. Placing him on the floor, she began stroking his cock again.

"I want more," she whispered in his ear. "I know you have more for me in there."

Ron had a look of fear on his face.

"Uh, baby. I really don't know if I can..."

"Yes, you can," Wendy said, placing her finger over his lips.

She stroked his cock and seated herself firmly on Ron's face. He did his best to pleasure her, but it was difficult to breathe. He mumbled and gasped. Finally, she lifted herself occasionally to allow him to catch his breath. Still, she stroked his cock faster and harder, grinding her wetness onto his face.

"Rim me, dammit," she yelled. It was so loud Ron was afraid of being discovered. She yelled it again, so he tongued her ass, hoping she would quiet down. At last, his cock was hard. Wendy lowered herself down onto him in reverse cowgirl. Ron loved watching her beautiful ass thrusting up and down on his cock. She stretched her body out, so she was lying with him inside her and her face at his feet. As she continued to cowgirl fuck him, she sucked his toes.

"Oh my God!" Ron exclaimed. "This is wild!" He loved every bit of it. She really was fucking his entire body, just as she had promised. He felt an incredible orgasm beginning in his toes. He watched Wendy's ass as she was riding his cock. It was so hot. He felt her sucking his toes.

"Oh, God," he yelled. "I'm cumming again!" He shot a load deep into Wendy as she climaxed. He watched her ass cheeks quiver as she came again and again. Her back arched and he could see muscles spasming.

After a minute and much to his surprise, Wendy stood up, got dressed, leaned down, kissed him and returned to her desk. Ron lay on the floor, exhausted and confused, but happy. After he dressed, he noticed Wendy's panties on the floor. Smiling, he placed them in his pocket. As he went past the desk, Wendy was helping a customer. She looked up briefly at him and gave him a wink then returned to her work.

"It's always the quiet ones," he said as he got in his truck and went back to the sawmill.