Librarian

Taking my usual spot next to her I inquire once more, "Have you had a chance to read any of my work?"

Corrine sounds a tiny whine in her throat. "N,no. Not, not yet. S,soon," she replies.

We come to the front desk. I notice her eyes dart towards the computer on her desk once more. Going through the signing out ritual, she soon hands me my research material.

"Thank you," I tell her. Then I turn and head towards the stairs leading to the second floor. Climbing them, I emerge into the area where recent periodicals are kept. I gather a couple up and sit in one of the chairs set in a nearby reading area. This area is placed so I can see the front desk and Corrine. As I take my seat I surreptitiously check the status of my target.

She's still standing where I left her, looking up at me. Her eyes frown in anxiety and apprehension. The beat of our meetings has been completely disrupted and she's confused by it.

I spend the next hour catching up on world events. I often peek over my magazine to watch Corrine. She busies herself at various tasks. More than once she glances my way, or turns to check her computer. Twice she takes the elevator to my floor with the returns cart and replaces the books on their shelves. As she does she flutters around the edge of the reading area, as if wanting to get closer but afraid of doing so.

I glance up suddenly on occasion as she does this. She freezes as I do, acting like a deer in headlights. Corrine flushes and blinks, not moving until I lower my gaze again.

Finally it's time to close the library. I see Corrine leave her work area, start to check the lower level, disappearing from my sight. Soon she reappears and heads to the elevator. As soon as it closes I leave my seat and quickly head down the stairs. I hear the doors open upstairs as I arrive on the first floor. Quietly, I head to the washrooms and hide in the men's. Then I wait.

But not for long. Abruptly the lights in the can go out. She's following the close up routine. I wait for a few minutes and move back into the library proper.

The illumination there is dim, lights turned low. I can't see the front desk from here so I head through the stacks towards the entrance. A glow appears as I draw closer.

Peeking out I can see the front counter. The brighter light emerges from behind it. The bun of Corrine's hair is just poking above the edge of the barrier, outlined in the glow of the computer monitor. Very carefully I sneak up. In a few moments I'm standing where I can watch clearly.

She's sitting at her desk looking at the screen. Her shoulders rise and fall and she sounds a light, rapid pant. The monitor shows a web page, a familiar one. The title across the top of the window shows she's on the website that I have work on, and she's reading one of my pieces. What I call a short piece of smut.

Her entire focus is on the story. She sits motionless, her elbows resting on the arms of her chair, forearms concealed by her back. But she can't keep her hands still. I can tell by the action of what I can see that they move indecisively. Except for when one reaches out to hit the 'Page Down' button, that motion is sharp and firm.

As her attention is so enrapt with her reading I slip around the front counter to stand behind her and a little to one side. From here, I can watch her hands and face.

Her beautiful face is wide eyed and her blue irises are glazed. There is a small slackness to her mouth, it's wide to let her quick breaths in and out. One hand rises to a breast, she squeezes it gently. The next instant, Corrine gasps as if shocked and she returns the teasing digits to her lap.

She hits 'Page Down' again. Her back slumps and she slides her hips forward a little. She spreads her legs as much as the restricting skirt will allow, it rides up her thighs a short distance. Her hand goes down, pets a stockinged limb. Again she gasps and pulls back.

Corrine reads some more, her face grows a soft pink. Her tongue comes out to lick her lips. Her hand strays down to the hem of her skirt once more. It stops there and dithers as her desire conflicts with her fear.

Leaning down I whisper in her ear, "Go ahead, you know you want to."

Her mouth drops and she goes very still. A scream tries to get past her frozen throat. Corrine's eye saucer.

"I guess you like my work," I go on. My breath ruffles her ear.

Her jacket stretches as her chest expands. A very tiny nod answers my observation.

"I'm flattered," I tell her. "But why here?"

"Roommate," Corrine manages to gasp out. "Computer's in the living room. She wouldn't like it."

"She's as prissy as you appeared to be," I note. That tiny nod comes again.

"But here, you can let yourself go. Read, imagine, play." A wicked leer forms on my face and I start to get hard. I'm certain now my project is going to come to a successful conclusion.

Corrine groans quietly at my observation. Her body makes a small shake as fevered emotion washes through her.

"So go ahead," I tell her. "Do what you planned to do. You'll like doing it. You'll like me watching."

Slowly, her trembling hands move down her body and clutch the edges of her skirt. She rucks it up her thighs at the same snail's pace. Those lovely limbs encased in smoky silk come into view. Lifting her ass off the chair for a moment she gathers her garment around her waist. What is revealed is a bit surprising.

"You kinky woman," emerges chuckling from me.

Under her plain garb Corrine is wearing a red satin garter belt, four suspenders holding her stockings up. Her panties are the same material, and crotchless. Her labia glisten in the light, move as little quivers run through her.

The sudden flare of passion this sight evokes makes me grunt. My prick hardens completely. I'm all ready for her. Now I have to make her ready for me.

"No one guesses," I breathe into her ear, "what you're like underneath? Do they?"

She gives a quick shake of her head. Her eyes never leave the screen.

"And you like them not knowing?" I go on.

There's a tiny nod of assent.

"And you wear it because it makes you feel open."

Corrine pulls in a little hiss of breath and doesn't release it.

"It makes you feel free."

She draws more air in.

"You feel hot, sexy."

A small whine sounds as she fills her lungs some more. Her breasts strain her jacket.

"It makes you feel," I pause for effect, "horny."

"Yes!" explodes from her. Her hips jerk, one quick pump as her passion slips from her grasp for a second.

"And you have to do something when you're horny. Go ahead."

Corrine's hands move to her inner thighs, start stroking the sensitive skin. Her hips twitch at the touch. She grits her teeth and a quiet groan oozes from her. She pets gently, her limbs tremble in response.

"How does that feel?" I ask her.

"Oh!" she moans. "It feels good. The touch of me, the silk, the warmth. It makes me excited."

I chuckle in her ear. "That's not the word a woman like you uses. The right one is hot." The last word is almost spit out.

She slams her legs together, trapping her hands between them. Her whole body tremors for an instant. She relaxes and resumes her teasing. The layer of fluids on her labia is thicker, and the musky odour of her tickles my nose.

"You do more than stroke your thighs when you're alone," I tell the passion filled woman. "Go ahead. You know you want to."

Her right hand moves tentatively upwards, in short jerks. An inch from its goal, it stops, shaking.

That makes me laugh softly. "Don't kid yourself. A woman like you can't help but do what she wants. And you do want, so badly."

Corrine mewls, and her hand moves. She runs her fingers over the hot, damp flesh peeking out from her undergarment. They pet her sensitive lips, pressing, playing, teasing. Her whimper changes to sharp gasps as she does.

"Do you like that?" I query. "I want to know what you're experiencing. Tell me."

"I'm so warm, so wet. The stroking..." She pauses to groan. "It makes my muscles tight. My, my heart pound. Oh God, it makes me so excited."

"Wrong word. You're not excited, you're horny."

"Oh!" Corrine squeaks.

"And a horny woman has to do something, doesn't she? Go ahead."

My sweet victim gulps. She curls her hand into a fist with two fingers extended. Corrine hesitates for a second, then pushes those digits into her cunt. She moans, throatily, as she does. Her hand starts leisurely pumping in and out.

"Mmm," I growl into her ear, "that's sexy."

The seated woman's face reddens and the start of a smile appears. The rhythm of her stroking speeds up.

"Tell me what you feel," I instruct her once more.

"God," she gutters. "So good. So hot inside, so sensitive there. I can feel every tiny movement, every wrinkle. It makes me ache, makes me want. Want more."

"More what?"

Her other hand comes up. A single finger is placed on the little nub that's appeared at the top of her folds. Corrine rubs at it, pushes against it. The pumping of the fingers in her pussy speeds up.

"God," she hisses. "So good, so good. I'm so warm, so hot. Tight inside. Oh! Tighter. So close." The cadence of her words change as the end approaches. "Going, to, climax."

"Wrong word," I tell her once more. "You're going to come!"

And she does. Her jaw drops and her eyes blank. A high pitched "Eeee!" bleeds from her. Her back arches and her hips shimmy. But she never stops the motions of her hands.

I can see her cunt clench at her fingers, gripping at them in the crashing bliss that fills her. Those fingers continue their rapid rhythm as her orgasm drives her onwards.

I smile widely. The sight of such a passionate woman caught in such complete joy is intoxicating. My cock now aches with arousal. Sweat starts to bead on my face. I clamp down on my lust, refuse its demand. I want Corrine to be desperate, not merely wanting, before I take her.

Her explosion ends, Corrine slumps in her chair. She removes the fingers inside her and pets softly at herself. Her chest draws sharp puffs that slowly fall to lengthy breaths. Her face is florid and shiny with the sweat of her heat. A heat that's merely banked, not spent.

I reach up and release the clamp that holds her bun in place. The black tresses waterfall down. They're longer than I expected. They would be nearly ass length if she was standing.

"God," I growl. "Why don't you display this lovely hair? It's so very sexy free like this."

Corrine shivers. A smile forms on her lips and she leans her head against me for a second. The next second her eyes widen and her mouth slits. Her hands leave her nether regions and she grips the arm of her chair hard, the knuckles turning white.

Taking the back of the chair, I rotate it clockwise. I step to the right and use a foot to nudge her legs apart. Before she can react, I kneel between them, press the bulge in my pants against her wet slit.

The sweet librarian's eyes flutter as I do. Her mouth falls open and she gasps. For a moment, her back tightens, pressing her mound against me. Then she pulls away. Her eyes grow wide and her teeth chew at her lower lip. She's unsure again, unsure how far she'll be taken, unsure whether she wishes to go that far.

A canny smile appears on my face. I know where I'm taking her and that she will be more than willing to be taken.

I reach up and pluck the eyewear from her face. Placing them on the desk, I look into her eyes and remark, "Why, Ms. Nevis. Without your glasses, you're beautiful."

Corrine smiles at me, taking that ancient line at face value. Again she presses herself against my hardness. And again she pulls back in uncertainty.

I chuckle. My hands go up, I undo one button on her jacket, then another. I take the lapels of it and yank it down, trapping her arms, bringing her tits into display.

"Oh!" she gasps. Corrine's face drops and her lips quiver.

"You've always been helpless, lovely lady," I say to her. "Helpless against your want, your passion. I've only made it real."

As that bit of information hits home she pushes against me once more. Corrine draws a deep breath, her breasts strain against the garment covering them. There are two peaks in the cotton at the tips of those breasts. They seem more prominent than they should be.

Curious, and because I planned to do this, I start to unbutton her blouse. Once all that can be reached are released, I pull it open.

"You are a kinky woman," is my observation at what has been revealed.

Her bra is the same red satin as her garter belt, and a peek-a-boo design. Her nipples and much of her lovely, firm breasts are exposed. Those nipples are just darker than her fair skin, the aureola tiny. Damn, but she looks tasty.

Corrine's eyes light up and her mouth pulls into a grin. The curves at the corners hold a touch of wickedness. A burning flush colours her skin. Her facial features pull back to the ambiguous frown after a moment, but the heat remains.

My head snaps forward. My mouth goes over her right nipple. Snagging it gently with my teeth, I pull at the fleshy kernel. I open my jaw wide and suck hard at her breast, laving it with my tongue soft and fast. My hand takes the other firm mound. I squeeze it with my fingers and my thumb tickles the sensitive point of it.

My plaything sounds a panting grunt. Her back arches, pushing the soft flesh I'm playing with into me. She tremors and her hips press her damp mons against the stiff rod in my pants.

Jesus, but this woman is delicious, and so hot. My head and hands switch breasts. I chew softly, clasp gently. I can taste her sweat and soap, feel the pulsing passion that fires her skin. Suckling and teasing, I push my sweet toy higher.

My head lifts. Grabbing the columns that support the arms of her chair, I push it and her away from me. I lean close to her pretty pussy. Taking a breath, I revel in the lovely odour of her arousal. Her mound is swollen, the lips quiver and her clit stiff. Releasing the air from my lungs, the hot, damp stream of it runs over her sensitive flesh.

"Gah!" gasps the sweaty, lustful woman in the chair. Her body tightens and tremors. She lowers her posture, pushing herself towards me in blind wanting. Her eyes meet mine. The glaze there is sharp. Her mouth simpers, displays the desperation and anxiety that fills her.

Smiling I tell her, "No need for fear. This is what you want, dream about, demand."

"But..." she protests. Then she groans as I lick her left thigh.

"Tell me," I say to her. "I love knowing how you feel." My head returns to her limb. I kiss and lick, reveling in the tight trembling I feel under my tongue.

"God!" she moans. "That's so nice. Makes me feel bright inside, tight inside. My, my vagina..."

"Not vagina," I interject. "A woman like you has a pussy."

"Yes!" Corrine squeals as I return to my play. Her voice is hazed with her lust. "My pussy feels so hot, so wet. It feels so good. I feel so good."

She stops speaking. My mouth is on her cunt now. I take one lip in mine, squeeze it, pull at it. Corrine gurgles. Her eyes flutter and her jaw drops to let in the deep breaths her body needs. I yank at the other labia. The lovely woman keens at the sharp, sweet sensation of it.

Now my tongue runs out and I wash up the length of her slit. The savoury taste of her fluids fill my mouth. My cock jerks at the flavour, I can feel my pre-come seeping from it. I love teasing a woman, especially one as responsive, and conflicted as Corrine. The breaking down of her barriers is such an ego boost.

"Ah!" is that sweet woman's reaction. Her back bends to press herself hard against me. "Yes! Lick me. Play with me. Oh, that's so nice. Never knew..." She pauses to gasp. "...how good it would feel. I'm on fire, so hot." Corrine keens again as I push my tongue inside her.

Lord, what a sensation! Her inner channel is hot, soaking in her tasty fluids. I can feel her muscles pulse as I sweep over every spot I can reach. Holding tight to the chair I lap frantically at her.

Corrine's feet leave the floor, her legs wrap around my head, pull me close. Mouthing blindly, she spits out her passion. She moans, burbles, hisses. Her face is rapt, all awareness consumed by her intense lust.

My mouth moves up, covers her throbbing clit. One hand releases its grip on the chair. I stiffen two fingers, place them at the entrance of her wet quim and push inside.

"Geez!" whines the horny woman. "Good, good. More. Love it! So much, so good." Her body tautens. "Close, close." She pushes out single words with each pant. "Going...to...let...go."

I cease manipulating her stiff bud. My hand slows its rhythm. "That's not the word a woman like you uses."

She looks at me, befuddled. Her body doesn't relax though. Corrine teeters at the very edge.

"A woman like you comes!" I replace my mouth on her clit, suck it in, lave it swiftly. I pump quick and hard into her channel. My fingers seek and find the little sponge, press hard against it.

"Yes!" my plaything shrieks, "cuh..." The last word vanishes in a wail as she explodes.

Her hips pump madly. Corrine quakes as the ecstasy overwhelms her. Her thighs snap tight on my head and quiver. A wave of scorching sweetness, tangy with her passion, washes into my mouth.

I don't cease my ministrations. I've read this woman well. She's quite capable of taking all I can give her, and more.

Corrine relaxes, her joy fades. But not much. As I continue, it rises quickly. In mere moments, she comes again.

That glorious shriek fills the air. Corrine lurches, jerks at random moments. Her mouth is slack, her eyes wide. The empty expression on her face and the sweat beading her brow display the utter fervor that envelops her. For long seconds, she wallows in the fire that feeds on her soul.

Abruptly, Corrine wilts. Her legs slide off my shoulders and hang limply from her hips. Her features are empty, her mouth is lax. But a heat still shimmers in her eyes. Sweat slicks all of her skin on display. Her blouse is translucent in spots where it's absorbed the salt liquid. Her stockings are plastered to her here and there. A damp patch shows on the chair under her still palpitating cunt. The overworked woman's chest heaves as she pants.

My right hand goes to the zipper of my slacks and I pull it down. Moving my jockeys out of the way I pull my throbbing prick into the open. Straightening up, I pull the chair Corrine sits in towards me. My hot flesh comes into contact with the wet mound at the apex of her legs.

Her reaction is an enervated groan. Corrine looks at me, her hooded eyes flickering. She rocks her hips spreading her wetness over my hard rod.

"Did you like that?" I ask her with a lickerish grin. I move my member, running hard, hot flesh over her sensitive clit and lips.

"Gng!" she mouths. Her eyes roll. "Yes, so good. Came so hard, so long."

"You're not done though." I pump again.

"No," comes in a long, sibilant moan. "I need more. I need you. I need you inside me."

"Not the words a woman like you uses," I tell her yet again. "You need my cock."

"Yes!" Corrine spits. Her face lights up. Her teeth grit with desperation. "Your cock. I need it. Give it to me!"

I run my length over her once more. "Do you know why you want my cock?"

Her features blank and she groans. A moment later, a frown of puzzlement furrows her forehead. Corrine knows she wants, oh so very much, but not why.

"Because you're a hot..." I tease her with a stroke of my cock.

Corrine whines.

"...horny..." Another pump of my hips. And I place my crown at the warm, wet cavern of her pussy.

The sweaty librarian gasps, her body goes wire tight.

"...bitch!" And I slide myself into her.

"Oh!" she bellows. Her hands grip the arms of the chair, her legs wrap my ass, they pull me into her. "A bitch," Corrine chants, "a hot bitch. A hot bitch, who needs you. Doing it, to me!" She works hard, helping me drive her to the brink of madness.