Two Lonely Librarians

The sound of high heels falling on the dirty cracked sidewalk echoed off the dilapidated brick walls of the nearby buildings. A lonely petite figure strode briskly down the dimly lit and surprisingly empty back street of the city's light industrial area. Pausing at an intersection, the pale light of the nearby lamp post revealed an Asian woman whose name was Winnie, a nickname she had come to accept instead of her matronly real name of Winifred.

"Where the hell am I? Where's a damn taxi when you need one," Winnie grumbled to herself. "Maybe I should head towards the bright lights over there. I just might find my way into the bustling Las Vegas entertainment core and get out of this mess. You would think that being in the desert, it wouldn't be chilly. But once the sun went, it got so fricking cold that my nipples are rock hard and achy. The only things that are keeping me warm is walking fast and being mad at Mr. Nerd-Jerk."

With quick and purposeful strides, Winnie continued down the darken street, fuming to herself. "I should have never gone on that that blind date with Mr. Nerd-Jerk...or whatever his Indian name is. The moment I laid eyes on him I knew it was a mistake, but Jan, my loving best friend with whom I came with to enjoy a Las Vegas shows and some gambling, convinced me to give him a try. Ha! All Jan was interested in was Nerd-Jerk's best friend, Aryan-Whatever. Man, did the two of them dump Nerd-Jerk and me as soon as they could to run away for some nooky.

"I should have caught a cab back to my hotel after that. What an idiot I was for getting into Nerd-Jerk's car and letting him drive me off the beaten path. He said it was a 'shortcut' but what he meant was a 'shortcut' into my panties. When I refused to get hot and heavy – ewww – the bastard had the gall to dump me – left me stranded in the middle of nowhere.

"And does my best friend Jan pick up my calls? No. Probably because she getting her brains banged out from her vagina! Shit, well, at least Jan has some form of love life. As for me, ha, I'm just steaming jealous because I'm thirty years old and still a damn virgin. What the hell is wrong with me?"

Those who knew Winnie would say that she might have been appealing if not for her somewhat no-nonsense demeanor. She was so blunt and direct to the point that many simply said that she was abrasive and totally lacking in any social graces or skills. What many didn't know was that Winnie's approach to people was largely due to having grown up in a house of silence with her two deaf parents. In their house, speaking and the expressing of emotions was done through finger and hand gestures; not through verbal content, tone, or inflection. With such an upbringing it was little wonder that Winnie often seem awkward or stilted in her interpersonal interactions.

This disadvantage was further complicated by Winnie being a librarian. For while the permeating environment of silence of the library was a blanket of comfort for Winnie, it served to complicate her dilemma. Besides being silent much of the time and indulging in her life's passion, reading, Winnie had very little contact with member of the opposite sex other than answering questions or checking out books. As a result, Winnie felt little need or urge to enhance her appearance since her men and romance live in the printed pages of the surrounding books and her vivid imagination and fantasies.

As an avid practitioner of palates and yoga, she had a flexible and trim five-feet-one body with a flat stomach, round firm buns, and shapely toned legs. She was blessed with large orange-sized breasts which on her small frame looked huge. Her boobs were soft but firm enough to protrude noticeably from her chest as did her delicious cherry blossom nipples jutted half-an-inch up for an enticing a perky look. All and all, Winnie had the potential to be provocative...if only she didn't downplay her physical assets.

Winnie's delicate Japanese facial features could have been enhanced with a touch of makeup; contact lens could have replaced her granny-glasses, and her mid-back brown hair could have been released from her stark bun. Something more form-fitting attire could have also flattered her physical attributes that her standard shapeless shift or jumper easily obscured. A sensuous lacy bra that would have displayed the jiggling tops of her of her bosom and might have offered a welcome relief to her old maid industrial-strength bra that suppressed and constricted. But most of all, Winnie needed to lighten up and not walk around with a deadpan look on her face which scared away or intimidated members of the oppose sex.

That was every man except Slim, a tall lanky dude who looked like a combination of a refugee cowboy and an urban hustler. He just happened to be leaning against his parked truck and watching Winnie as she angrily strode towards him. "Hey little lady. Where are you headed this fine evening?"

When Winnie vented her anger and frustration, demanding to know where the hell she was, Slim response was a tolerant chuckle, "Whoa. woman, we just met. I don't know what kind of burr you've got wedged up that cute butt of yours, but you don't even know me from Adam. You could at least kiss me before you ream my ass for something I didn't do."

Winnie had never met anyone – much less a man – who could be as blunt with her as she normally was to others. Rocking on her heels, she hastily stammered an uncharacteristic and emotional apology that brought her on the verge of tears. When she blurted out how the night had been a total disaster, Winnie felt like a complete idiot the instant the words left the tip of her tongue.

"Hey, hey, cut yourself some damn slack," uttered the strange man in a friendly and calming tone. "Shit happens. But you're lucky you stumbled upon me 'cuz this is a mighty dangerous neighbor for a single woman such as yourself after dark. By the way, people call me Slim, and you are?"

When Winnie stammered her name, Slim smiled and said, "Well, that must be short for 'Winifred' which sure ain't as bad as my formal name – 'Malcolm.' God, can you believe that? What twisted parents would name their son that?"

After a shared laugh between the two of them, Slim said, "Look, that ass-wipe of a date of yours sure dumped you on the wrong side of the tracks. The Strip and downtown Vegas are over there, but to get to it you'd have to cross the rail tracks or double back some ways to avoid the freight yard. Now, I know you don't know me from diddly-squat, but I could give you a lift – that is if you don't bite my head off – back to whatever hotel you're stay at."

When Winnie naturally hesitated, Slim just said, "Hey, it's cool. If I were in your shoes, I'd be wondering 'who the heck is this guy' and whether you should trust me. Let me start off by saying that I happened to be here 'cuz I had a flat on my way back to my trailer in the RV park at the city's limits. That of course would be after a probable detour to my favorite watering hole for a bite to eat and some liquid refreshment. However, when I finished changing my tire, I couldn't help but notice the stars tonight, and just how quiet and dark this place was. Kind of peaceful in my way of thinking.

"Anyway, that's because I like silence...maybe because I'm a librarian at a local community college down the road a bit." Then pulling out his wallet, Slim fished out a battered faculty/staff identification card for a stunned Winnie who then confessed that they shared the same profession and love of silence. Before she knew it, Winnie shared she how she had grown up with silence and signing due to her deaf parents. She readily confessed that sometimes she struggled with how to verbally express herself.

This brought a soft chuckle to Slim's lips as he said, "You could have fooled me, Winnie. But..." Then in the dim light to the nearby street light, he held up his hands and gestured, "Fingers say things better than words."

Winnie once again was shocked by Slim. Before she knew it, her fingers were enthusiastically conveying her wholehearted agreement in sign language. For once in her life, Winnie felt totally comfortable with a man – especially this man whom she had just met.

"Are you hungry," signed Slim's slender fingers flicked before rubbing his stomach, "I definitely am. Do you want to eat some barbecue ribs and pig out with me?" When Winnie say that she would but only if she could buy him dinner, Slim clutched his heart in exaggeration of a fake heart attack.

Then with a big grin on his face as his hands and finger rapidly said, "You're a woman after my heart, Winnie, I had better watch myself." Before she knew it, her hands confirmed that was for sure, and once signed Winnie felt smug with her newfound boldness.

The ribs were literally finger licking good and wash down with chilled beer for Slim and deliciously icy white wine for her. Winnie knew that she was imbibing too much but for some reason she didn't care. When Slim silently asked if she wanted to dance to the loud music, Winnie at first refused, but then allowed herself to be dragged on to the dance floor. However, once there the lively music shifted to a slow dance. Instead of shying away, Winnie folded into Slim's open arms her petite body molding closely to tall lean figure.

"Whoa Nelly," Slim thought to himself. "This Asian filly is a tad tipsy judging from the way she is hugging me. Winnie's not bad looking and would be cuter without those glasses of her. I thought she was chubby under his loose dress of hers, but she's not. Jeez, are those boobs pressing against me? Hmmm, and from what my hands and fingers are telling me, there may more to Winnie than meets the eye."

For Winnie, the man she was holding and swaying to the music was her first ever. There was this manly scent from his lean body that captivated her, pulling her in and evoking feelings and sensations never experience before. Slim was nice looking with scraggly over-the-ear dirty blond hair, stubble on his firm cheeks and chin, and blue eyes that were so expressive when hand signing and looking at her.

"Gosh, I feel so hot holding Slim – but it feels so comfortable and natural. Am I perspiring...I feel 'damp' between my legs...my heart is beating so fast...ooh, and my nipples are so hard, they're achy. Winnie Tanaka, are you getting turned on by Slim? Well, if you are, you shameless Japanese trollop, it doesn't feel bad...no indeed...not bad at all."

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"Ooh, I love Slim's smell...sweat, aftershave, and soap...ooh, I just love it surrounding and engulfing me. Wait! Where the hell am? Oh, shit, it so bright but...whose bed am I in? Am I in Slim's bed? Oh, damn, Winnie, you're half-naked! What happen to my dress? Who undressed me? What happened?"

"Well, welcome back to the land of the living, little lady": Slim said with mirth but with an underlying tone of concern as he entered the trailer. "Are you okay? You really tied a doozy on last night – but unfortunately, we had just gotten out of the parking lot when you demanded that I pull over. The moment you got out of my trucked began barfing really bad."

Winnie winced as flashes of the previous night vividly and embarrassingly came back to her. Pulling up the sheets that covered her, she buried her face in them in utter shame. It was then she realized she was in her bra and panties. "What happened to my dress?" Winnie gasped as she blushed as the possibilities flashed in her mind.

"Well, Winnie," Slim said with an exaggerated drawl, "I normally don't undress women and take them to bed without their permission – but in your case, you had thrown up all over yourself and then passed out the moment you got back into my truck. I didn't know what to do. You didn't tell me your hotel, much less room number. And then, there you were drenched in and smelling of vomit.

"So, I just brought you back here...to my place. I had to take off you dress and washed it out...it's hanging outside drying just in case you're wondering. Your bra was soaked too but I decide to just leave it on and put you to bed. And before you even think it, yes, I was tempted to take advantage of you – but, didn't. It's not my way to jump attractive but unconscious women."

Winnie blushed again but this time not out of shame but in a strange sense of pride that Slim would find her attractive. She began to wonder about her and Slim as a possibility when he said that she should rinse off her vomit smell, and especially since gone through the trouble of just cleaning his trailer's bathroom and had turned on the water heater. Commenting that he left her a fresh towel, a clean shirt and a new toothbrush, Slim said that he'd step out so that Winnie could make her way to the bathroom, and then once she was showering, he'd change the sheets and start making a late lunch.

As soon as the door closed, Winnie fished out her cell phone from her purse but once again Jan didn't pick up. Shrugging to herself, Winnie found the trailer's small bathroom, and as she used the toilet couldn't help but wonder how the tall lanky Slim fit the small accommodations.

"God, I must have thrown up an ocean because my bra and panties reek so much that I've got to wash them out," Winnie grimaced as she stripped and smelled her undergarments. "But I won't have anything to wear under Slim's shirt. Well, Winnie, you have no one to blame but yourself...hmmm, I wonder just how much of me did he see last night? I mean he could have taken advantage of me and I would have helpless to stop him. I wonder if I would have stopped him even if I had been awake?"

Any further thought stopped immediately as icy water sprayed over her, causing Winnie to gasp in surprise. She felt her nipples immediately harden before she adjusted the water to the right temperature. As she washed her hair and body, Winnie was amazed at the surprising turn of events.

"Hell, Winnie, what a mess you're in? You don't know where you are. You're stark naked and in the shower of a man you met only hours earlier. Heaven's sake, you don't even know his last name."

But then as she began to dry off, the rubbing of herself with Slim's towel caused a quickening of her heart, a stiffening of her nipples, and a sense of moisture between her legs that had nothing to do with her recent shower. "Winnie! Are you getting turned on? And about Slim," Winnie carried on in her head. "Hmmm, he is kind of nice looking... lean and tall...but definitely not your type. But let's get real...what kind of man is your type, Winifred Tanaka?"

Brushing her teeth and buttoning up Slim's shirt, Winnie was happy to find that it was like wearing one of her dresses in that the shirt tails fell below her knees and about as roomy. Having rolled the long shirt sleeves, Winnie began combing her unruly hair with her fingers, deciding to let it hang loose to dry quicker.

"Well, Winnie," she said to herself, "let's try not to 'jiggle' too much...and make sure you keep this shirt's tails from splitting and revealing your privates...you shameless slut."

Slim smile as he saw Winnie and quickly mentioned that she would find clothes pins outside to hang up her bra and panties to dry. Winnie averted her eyes knowing that Slim knew she was naked under his shirt, but slipping on her heels, quickly pinned her undergarments next to her still-damp dress before re-entering the trailer.

"You look beautiful in my shirt and your high heels," Slim signed quickly. "You should dress like that more often. Sexy." Winnie blushed, and her flingers flicked a quick denial, putting herself down in the process.

She gasped when Slim's hands clasped hers as he shook his head. When he released her, he signed, "No, Winnie. You're beautiful. Stop trying so hard to hide yourself! I like what I've seen...and believe me that I've seen a lot of you."

Winnie felt tears swelling in her almond-shaped eyes as Slim's words were what she longed to hear. "Thank you, Slim," she hesitantly signed, "for not taking advantage of me last night. I wasn't in any shape to stop you from doing whatever you wanted to do." Then after a moment's pause, Winnie's fingers continued signing, "You said that you were 'tempted.' What did you mean?"

Pulling Winnie to sit next to him on the freshly made-up bed, Slim's fingers slowly said, "Winnie, when I took off your dress...and I wouldn't have if I didn't have to...I was surprised that...well, to put it bluntly...you've got a hell of a trim body with a great pair of boobs. I don't know why you hide them. Well, I'd be lying if I didn't say that I really wanted to tear off your bra and panties, and have my way with you."

When asked by Winnie why he didn't, Slim looked at her appreciatively before signing, "When we have sex, Winnie, I want you wide awake and wanting to get 'down and dirty.'''

Stunned by Slim's casual straightforwardness and disarming charm, something snapped within Winnie as suddenly realized how badly she wished that Slim had ravished her – and then asked herself what was she saving herself for. Until today Winnie did not know what made her lean forward to appreciatively kiss Slim, gently and awkwardly at first; and then enthusiastically when Slim responded.

Slim's mouth, lips, and tongue spoke to Winnie in a new language to Winnie's sensitive body that only whet her much deprived hunger. With deft fingers flicking open her shirt's button with practiced ease, he exposed her Asian nudity to the light of day and to his desiring eyes. Instead of covering her exposed self, Winnie brazenly struggled to shed his shirt and any pretense of modesty and in so doing, tantalizingly jiggle her full breasts in Slim's amazed face.

"Oweee, Winnie, you've got some amazing tits," Slim couldn't help but exclaim as he beheld her full snow-white mounds and their stiff cherry-blossom nipples. He massaged and then milked her firm sponginess, loving Winnie's uninhibited moans as her nipples s harden, grew thick and long. When latched on by Slim's lips and suckled tenderly and then hard, Winnie whimpered pitifully as her petite body tossed with each tug of his lips.

Winnie gasped loudly when her black silken vulva was cupped and squeezed. Her hips bucked upwards when a man's fingers parted her puffy pussy lips to release a flood of pent up sexual excitement. She whined as her throbbing clitoris was stroked but cried out sharply when Slim's face plunged between her tender thighs to eat her sweet little pussy for the first time while his fingers plowed her love slit.

"Winne! Are you a virgin? Well, I..." Slim gasped as his finger probed her vaginal opening.

Grabbing his jaw so that Slim looked her into her eyes, Winnie signed emphatically, "Yes, I am! But don't you dare stop! I don't want to be 'one' anymore. I want you to be my first man, Slim. So, stop teasing me and just put it in."

"Are you always so bossy? God, how I love it," Slim signed back and with a big grin on his face as he began to teach his Asian lover the difference between sex and love making. By tonguing, licking, and fingering her delicious pussy, Slim soon had Winnie squirming madly. Feathery fingertip strokes and circles drove Winnie delirious as her love juices gushed freely.

When Slim finally did enter her, Winnie cried out softly as she clutched him to her, pulling him in further. He sought to take her gently at first but what he didn't expect was that Winnie's long-denied sexuality would surge like a raging forest fire, burning away any inhibitions. While she had always yearned for the romantic lovemaking of her novels. Winnie's most urgent demand right now was hardcore pornographic sex.

From her breathless pants and grunts, Winnie knew that each long hard stroke of Slim into her ratcheted her twisting petite body tighter and tighter. "I'm going to come, Slim! Don't stop...don't you dare stop! Oh shit, oh 'fuck' me! Give it to me...all of you...I want all of you in me! Ooh, I'm coming! Don't hold back, Slim, come with me...come with me...fuck...I'm coming...argghh...argghh...argghh!"