The Library

She watched him as he entered the library. Donna was the night librarian and the library was not crowded and had little work to do, she spent her time staring at him, she assumed he couldn’t see her watching him. Inwardly she was passionate enough to live up to the reputation of her r hair, outwardly she was shy and sedate as the stereotypical librarian. No one would ever have guessed how hot she felt when he walked by.

He had been there at the table by the window, just before time to lock up that night but when she looked up, he was gone. So she tidied up the tables and checked the ladies room to be sure no one was locked in the library that night. She cracked the men’s room door slightly and asked,

“Anybody here?”

“Yes… are you closing now?” A deep male voice replied.

“Yes but I’ll wait for you to come out and leave, then I’ll lock up.”

She stepped away from the door and closed it. Momentarily the owner of the voice moved out into the lobby. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked up into the face of the man she been eyeing. God, he smelled good and those lips that had been beckoning her for hours were right within her reach.

“Hi, are you ready to go?” She managed to stammer.

She watched as his head lifted slightly and he made eye contact. You are not the stereo type librarian, he said softly?

I’m Donna.”

“That’s a great name for a lady who smells and looks so good.  

She felt the blood rush to her temples and a slight tremor passed through her whole body at the touch of his fingers. Before she could gather another thought his hand reached for hers and he kissed it lightly then trailed kisses gently up her wrist to her elbow, his goatee tickled lightly like a feather and in spite of all the will power she could summon, she felt her body warm and her nipples harden with desire.

I …I think we better go. I have to lock the library doors now.”

“Yes you must lock the doors but do we have to go.”

“Yes we do, we have to g…..”

The rest of her protest was interrupted with a kiss on her lips, sweeter, hotter than any she had ever experienced before. So passionate it took her breath away.

“Lock the doors Donna, I’ll wait right here for you.”

She was like a woman hypnotized and couldn’t have said no even if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to say no, she wanted to throw herself into his arms and surrender to whatever he wanted from her. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to make spontaneous love with a man she just met. Hurriedly she locked the front and back lobby doors flipped off the lights and returned to stand before him. Soft moonlight beamed in through the tall windows lighting the beauty of his face.

His hand reached out and pulled the clip from her hair, it fell gently over her shoulders. Tenderly feeling for and taking the ends of it into his hand he buried his face in the red silk and deeply inhaled.


“I’ve been watching you,” he said.

Her face reddened, “I know you’ve been watching me too, Donna. I feel your eyes on me, I feel your heat. I went into the restroom tonight and waited for everyone else to leave. I want you and I know you want me.”

His hands glided over her shoulders, just as she had watched them glide over the books… his touch so warm, gentle, and so perfect. She forgot all her objections and standing on tip toe she kissed his lips thoroughly until it felt as though they were of one breath, one soul. His taste was sweet and she wanted more.

Was this love or just lust? She didn’t really know but she knew she couldn’t stop. He inched her into the middle of two shelves of books where no one could see them through the windows.

The cotton blouse seemed to pop open on its own when he skillfully unbuttoned it and she let it fall to the floor. The white lace bra soon met a similar fate. She knew he couldn’t see her, even in the bright moonlight, but she felt suddenly shy, greatly aroused by his eyes in her direction.

His touch was unlike any other man’s who had touched her before, gentle, exploratory as though her flesh was the first woman’s flesh he had ever savored. Time stood still as his fingers, lips and tongue, even his nose, enjoyed and lingered over each inch of her. His breath was moist and hot against her bare skin and his murmurs of appreciation fueled her fire.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as his large hands cradled her full breasts and his fingers began to pinch and roll then his tongue flicked repeatedly across their hard buds.

“Your breasts are so perfect, round and firm and they smell of your perfume and sweat.  
Her breath began to shallow and come in gasps as he took one breast deeply into his mouth suckling the nipple, alternating between gentle and more vigorous force while his other hand firmly massaged the other breast with just enough pressure to be mildly uncomfortable and completely erotic. He was driving her insane with desire.

Reaching between them she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and he stripped it off, then she unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly. He dropped the pants to the floor and then the bikini underware and stood before her now, with all the beauty she knew must have been beneath those clothes, completely exposed to her in the moonlight. His body was as fine as his face and her hand reached out to cup the rounded jewels between his thighs.

“Oh Baby, Oh my sweet Donna, he moaned as she gently yet firmly caressed and teased him, first his roundness and then the hard, thick shaft that vibrated at her touch. His hands quickly unbuttoned her skirt and she stepped out, leaving her clothed only in high heels, thigh high stockings and panties.

“You smell so good baby, good enough to eat, he whispered in her ear then he dropped to his knees and began to move his fingers over the thin nylon of her stockings.

Up and down again, followed by his lips and tongue. When he reached her upper thigh he ran one finger over her plush mound and then moved it in between the lips, through the fabric of her panties, briefly touching her erect pearl and setting her on fire. Her body arched toward him and she felt tremors deep inside her in anticipation of his hardness possessing her. Her long fingernails dug into the flesh of his back and deep moans escaped her lips.

Slowly he peeled her panties down around her ankles where she stepped out leaving them on the floor. There was a large table at the end of the shelves, so she took him by the hand and led him to it. She backed up against it as he lifted her up onto the edge and once again fell on his knees in front of her. Tenderly, slowly, he pressed his body between her thighs and she found she wanted to open them as far as possible to welcome his attentions.

His tongue was an instrument of wonder and he knew how to use it like a skilled artist with a brush. Slowly up and down both her open thighs where the tops of the thigh highs ended and moving up into her plush jungle kissing, caressing each lip, over and over with no hurry, gently separating them and flicking across the hardness of her most sensitive place. Her hips began to move and grind and as her hands entangled in his soft hair.

“Yes Yes. please, please.” she whimpered as her breath came in grasps.

His tongue pushed deeply into her wet heat as with his fingers he teased her nipples and her guardian of heaven’s gate. She was at the edge and couldn’t hold back when he pulled her from the table and bent her over it. His lips trailing fire up and down her spine, his hands full of her breasts. She wanted him, had to have him inside her now and when she spread her legs far apart he quickly and deeply entered her pushing hard against her hips and filling her with his shaft. As the rhythm of his thrusts increased she pressed back against each one until she was so full of him so lost in him she wouldn’t have cared if they were doing it in broad daylight with the library full.

Just as she was approaching the place of no return, he pulled away, turned her to face him and laying her across the table, he kissed and pleasured her secret place with his tongue until she wouldn’t have cared if she died right then and there. As her whole body began to convulse with pleasure he pushed into her, all the way and with a gasp or raw pleasure and pain, waves of ecstasy such as she had never known crashed over her as she screamed out in abandonment to the moment. She felt the searing heat of her love flow covering his hardness and then with another thrust the fire of his juices filled her.

He tenderly held her in his arms as he lay across her on the table kissing her cheek and her breasts waiting for their breath to return.

“And now what shall we do, Ms Librarian. I’m afraid you’ve made entirely too much noise in the library tonight. What should your punishment be? Maybe I should make you read a book to me.” Maybe you can take me home and finish what we started.