The MILF Librarian

I have to tell you about my experience with a MILF Librarian. One summer I took a job at the local library to earn some extra money. I was a fast learner and was quickly given the position of assistant librarian. I liked it well enough, but it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life. I was on track to be an engineer and no matter how many promotions I received, I would be back at school in the fall.

My boss was a woman I had known on and off my whole life. She was a beautiful widow in her fifties. She was tall at five feet eight and thin, with bright blue eyes and black hair that now had silver streaks. I always loved the way she looked even though I never said anything and surely never thought we would have an affair.

Yes, we did have an affair. But before that, she was a casual acquaintance of my parents. As a matter of fact, one of my only clear memories of her was of her at one of my parents’ dinner parties a few years before. Apparently she was very drunk and had decided to hit on my father. She followed he around our living room grabbing his ass with one hand and holding her vodka and tonic in the other.

In the end, she had to be escorted home and was not invited or spoken of again. The closest she ever came to saying anything to me about that night was to say that she had stopped drinking altogether a while back due to some “indiscretions” as she called them. I somehow found comfort in the fact that our affair was borne out of her attraction for me and not some alcoholic haze.

My Friend The MILF Librarian

Now she was my boss. She never spoke of the incident to me directly and I didn’t tell her that I was aware of what happened at that party. She was the one who started it and ended it. Truth be told, I didn’t want to end it at all. But I’m ahead of myself. Our relationship didn’t start overnight or all at once. It started slowly, with her just talking to me about work.

But as I became more able to do things without her assistance, she began to just ask me questions and tell me about her life. We found that, despite an age difference of over thirty years that we had a lot of the same interests. Her late husband had been an engineer and so she had some knowledge of what I wanted to do with my life. I really liked talking to her because I felt she understood me better than anyone else. I kept trying to see the woman who hit on my father years before, but she was no longer there.

Our sexual relationship started one night when we both worked late. I was shelving books and she was in the office and the rest of the library was quiet. When I had finished my task, I went into the office to see if there was anything else to finish. To my surprise, she had an elegant, gourmet meal complete with candles and wine set up in the otherwise darkened office. She gestured for me to sit down and she served me some wine.

She was just drinking water. I asked her why she had done all of this and she smiled and said that she wanted to go on a date with me but thought that going out on a date in public was unwise. We lived in a small town and all the tongues would be wagging. I was shocked and said that I couldn’t believe she wanted to go out on a date with me. “You’re very handsome,” she replied, “why wouldn’t I want to have a relationship with you?” She sat down and we began to fill our plates.