0 comments/ 24949 views/ 2 favorites Librarian Ch. 01 By: kteela Ana jumped when the phone at her desk rang. She'd been so intense on her thoughts that she'd forgotten for a moment that she was at work. She reached for the receiver, and pulled it to her ear, "Ana speaking". "Hi, it's uh, me" the deep male voice said on the other end. "Hello, you," she smiled into the phone. "What can I do for you?" "I'd like you to come teach my bones & stones class sometime in the next couple of weeks, if you can. I don't think they know what a library is, much less how to use one. Do you have time? It's the Wednesday evening course." "Let me check my calendar..." She opened the program on her computer that held her schedule. "Hm, let's see... I can do it next week. Six o'clock?" "Yes. Should I bring them there, or do you want to come to the classroom?" "Are you in a wired classroom?" "Yes, they finished it over the summer." "OK, it's best then to do it there. I don't know how many instructional rooms the library has free right now – it's pretty booked this time of year." "Great then, I'll see you around six then, in my office?" "Sure, can I stop in a little early to talk over the lesson plan, details of their research, ability, and so forth?" "Absolutely, I'm not booked for office hours." "Mmk, I'll see you then" Ana typed the info into her calendar while she held the phone with her shoulder. "Thanks, I appreciate it Ana." At the sound of his voice speaking her name, she faltered in her typing. "Sure thing, see you." "See you." She hung up the receiver and sighed. What a strange relationship this had turned out to be. She had come to college a little later in life, and had been in his classes as an undergraduate. She had been drawn to him immediately, and he reciprocated a professional interest, well, maybe a little more after a while. He had encouraged her writing, drawn her into his own, and the inevitable had happened. She'd fallen in love with him. A few years later, she'd completed her masters in library science and gone to work for the same college. They'd been emailing each other practically every day for almost 7 years, even after she had confessed her feelings for him a few years back. He was more than 20 years older than she, on his third wife and the verge of retirement, so she was unsurprised that he'd acknowledged her feelings with dignity and respect and then declared the subject verboten. They both agreed that there was value to the relationship as it stood, and it was worth it to take care it stayed that way. They had found the places they fit into each others' lives, and they continued to find new places to grow into. They'd remained close, and yet never once touched – even accidentally. She never spoke his name, either, preferring to address him directly. Her feelings hadn't changed, but she'd been so used to the way things were, and liked them so much, she gave little thought to them most of the time. She had built a nice life for herself, and was not opposed to the idea of finding love again; she just wasn't in any hurry. She glanced at her watch. Too much daydreaming today, it was already time to go home. * * * * * The building that held his office and the classroom was a towering old brick building, marble and cast iron everywhere. It held the social sciences and the humanities departments on campus. She went in through the front door and climbed the stairs to the 5th floor where the Anthropology department was. Glass and wood partitions lined the hallway, and she reached his door; an office like Philip Marlow would have. The door was open about a foot, and she tapped softly on the glass with the tip of her finger, pushing the door open a bit further. "Come in," he said, "have a seat." The ubiquitous pencil sticking out of the bun in her hair preceded her head around the corner of the door as she entered the room. She found him typing at his laptop, and recognized the text on the screen as a portion of his novel. She smiled and teased, "Oh, I see. I'm teaching for you tonight so that you can get some writing done." He gave the rough exhale that passed for laughter and said, "I'm not, really. But I am. They're ahead of schedule, and they need the help at the library if they're to do well on their assignment. I really do appreciate it." They discussed the details so that she could tailor the lesson to the students' needs. When they wrapped up a few minutes later, she said "All right then. I'll go set up the lesson plan and let you get to it. I'll come and get you when I'm done?" "Yes, thank you. I might send them home afterwards, I don't know yet. Haven't decided." He turned back to his writing as she slipped from the room. She spent the next half hour working in silence preparing the lesson for the class. It took about an hour to show them the databases and to make sure that they knew how to operate their email. When she was done, she came back and knocked on his door. "I'm done," she said as she pushed the door open. "Wow, where did the time go? That was fast." He looked surprised as he glanced at his watch. Ok, thanks. I'll be right back. Will you wait here?" "Sure, can I peek?" she indicated the screen. "No, wait for me, I'll let them go and be back." "OK" She unbuttoned her sweater covering her blouse as she wandered around the room for a little while, looking at his books, occasionally straightening one that was askew. She was leafing through one of her favorites in his collection, the arm to her glasses in her mouth when he walked back in. She shut the book and placed the glasses back on her face. "What's up?" she asked. "Can I read this to you? See how it sounds?" "I'll never say no to that," she smiled. "Well," he indicated that she should take a seat. She complied, sitting in the chair at the side of his desk, smoothing her skirt as she did. He turned the laptop so he could face her while he read. She let her gaze wander off to the books as he began. "So, do you want my reaction off the cuff, or should I be taking notes?" she asked. "Just listen. Tell me if it works." It was about 8 minutes into the reading when she realized he was reading a sex scene to her. She sighed softly, despite herself. She steeled herself against her inevitable arousal, and paid attention to the flow of the text. When he finished, she waited a minute to get her bearings. "That was great," she spoke softly and had to clear her throat. "Seriously good – I mean, you've captured the sadness of the scene perfectly." "Sadness?" he asked, "I hadn't noticed, but now that you say that of course I see it. Hmm, I didn't know." "It really does work, especially considering the bridge to the next scene – it really will draw your reader along nicely. It's very good," she said, moving her eyes reluctantly meeting his gaze. Sometimes it was all there, in her eyes, she knew, and those were the times it was best to just look away. She couldn't help herself; she looked right at him. The expression on his face, the look in his eyes when their gazes met caused her to sharply inhale. She immediately broke away, looking to the floor as she stood up and moved to button her sweater to hide her arousal. Her back was turned to him as she shakily drew a breath and reached for her bag. His hand covered hers and she stopped cold, her heart pounding. "It's time for me to go. I have a date," she said quickly. She knew he could tell she was lying, but wanted to give him one more chance to get out of this situation he'd created. He moved his fingers to intertwine with hers, and brought the palm of her hand to his lips. "What are you doing?" she whispered. "You can't tell?" he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side and smiled. "I deserve a better answer than that," she told him. He gripped her hand in his, and reached to take the other one, bringing them closer together. "Yes, you do," he sighed. "I was writing this scene and thinking about you standing in for me tonight. Standing there with that pencil sticking out of your hair, teaching these poor kids how to check their email, and I realized that I want you. Now." "You're sure about this?" she asked. "No," he laughed, reaching for the buttons of her sweater, loosening them one by one. She laughed dryly, trembling as she laid her hands on his wrists as they moved to the top button of her blouse. "Turn around," he whispered as soon as he'd pushed her blouse over her bare shoulders. "I haven't been able to get this idea out of my mind ever since you asked me to take that damned photo," he said as he traced the lines of the tattoo on her back, softly, with the tips of his fingers. He followed the path his fingers took with his lips and tongue. She shivered with pleasure, saying "that was years ago." He brought his hands around to cup her breasts and took her earlobe into his mouth. She reached back and pulled his hips closer to her with one hand and caressed his beard with the other. One of his hands left her breast to pull the pencil that held her hair into a bun. Her long curls glinted red in the lamplight as it cascaded down over the two of them. She looked up at their reflection, vague in the window, as she gasped with pleasure. He felt her move and looked to the window to catch her gaze. She turned to him and reached up to curl her nails into his neatly trimmed beard. She caught his lips and arched her back as his arms closed around her. As their kiss intensified, he moved his hand up and wrapped her hair around his arm like he was grabbing a life line, his hand finally gripping her head. He pulled her closer to him, crushing her breasts to his chest. She was on her toes, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and down his back. Her hand reached into the waistband of his jeans and pressed at the base of his spine as she thrust her hips up and into him. He pulled his head back, gasping and looked into her eyes. "Ana," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes lidded with passion. "Yes," she answered into his lips as she moved closer. He walked her backwards to the desk, the movement of their bodies against each other driving them. As soon as she reached the desk, she moved her hands to unfasten his jeans. "Button-fly," she growled, "goddammit." She made a point to brush her knuckles against his erection as she held his gaze and slowly undid the buttons. He lunged for her mouth, but she ducked and held him at bay with her hands as she completed her task. As soon as she was finished, she pulled his jeans and boxers down with one pull and pulled her foot up to push them down to his ankles. He took the opportunity to push her skirt up her leg, to her hips, and groaned. She was naked beneath her skirt and he immediately moved it aside and brought his swollen cock to her and stopped short of entering her. Their gazes locked. He cupped his long fingers around her face as he drove slowly into her until he reached the hilt. Everything changed in that moment. It seemed an eternity that they were still; joined; perfect. They smiled at each other, and she began to move her muscles around him. He caressed her jaw-line, and with feather light touches, traced her hair down to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and finally broke her gaze to lower his mouth to her nipple. She bucked against him, wrapping her legs around his hips, clutching and grinding. He timed his thrusts with her movements, and she gasped at the onslaught of the sensations roiling through her body. His beard brushed against her nipple and her breath caught in her throat; she nearly cried out. He chuckled into her breast and began to trail kisses over to her shoulder, back up to her neck, all the while keeping a steady rhythm thrusting into her. His hands were on her hips, anchoring her. It was all she could do to hang on and rock into him. His kisses turned sharp with his teeth, and she moaned softly as the sensations combined and triggered the first contractions inside of her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her head fell back, as she kept perfect time with him while her orgasm escalated. She felt him twitch inside her and then her own rippling. Their hips fused as they climaxed together, clutching at each other, breathing fast. Eventually, he pulled his head away to look into her eyes and he brushed a few stray hairs away from her face, gently. Their gaze was electric. She squeezed her muscles around his half-hard cock one last time and smiled as he shuddered and lurched inside of her. She gasped as the motion triggered an aftershock. Their eyes never lost contact. She opened her mouth to speak several times before she finally found her voice. "Um," she said softly, "now what?" Librarian Ch. 01 I guess it all started when they extended the hours for the library. To be honest, I'm not sure why they did it, I mean it wasn't busy during the hours we were open. Perhaps they thought if we were open longer, people might be more apt to stop in at the different times. Well it didn't work and all that happened was that Ms. Harrington and I simply had to look busy while doing practically nothing. Ms. Harrington was the librarian, a sometimes grumpy, but normally somewhat pleasant middle-aged woman. Needless to say, as quiet as it was there Ms. Harrington and I had the place looking better and running more efficiently than it ever had. The books were back on the stacks within fifteen minutes of being returned, new books were catalogued usually within an hour or two and there wasn't a bit of dust anywhere. Even after all the cleaning, stacking and cataloguing, there was still a lot of time we were either waiting for someone to come in, or waiting for one or two people to make their choices and check out. I usually spent those down times sitting at the check-out desk holding a book below the level of the upper counter so the customers couldn't see me reading. Ms. Harrington would see me reading, but as long as everything was stacked, catalogued and nicely dusted she wouldn't say anything about it normally. Today for some reason she walked around behind the desk and said, "Reading again?" Closing the book quickly I said, "Ugh, yes, just until some customers come in." "Relax, I mean you have all the books stacked..." I nodded. "...and all the new ones are catalogued..." I nodded again. "...and everything is dusted?" "Yes ma'am." "Well then it is okay to read, it's just that, well, what is it you're reading?" "Oh just something I found in the new releases, a thriller." "Jerry, don't you know there are some magnificent books in our stacks here that absolutely must be read, but everyone goes to the new releases as if everything else is outdated. That best seller may be popular but what are you getting out of it but a few thrills." "The critics seemed to have liked it." "Critics? Have you read the full critique, or just the blurbs?" "Just what's here on the book." "That is advertising, complete spin. Why not look up the actual reviews and see what is said, you might get end up with a different outlook." "But what books are you talking about?" "Here, I have a list I often pass out to people. These are some of the books we have that scream to be read. Books that everyone should read in their lifetime, look it over and see what you think," she replied, handing me the list and then walking back toward her office. As I picked up the list she paused and looked back at me and said, "And Jerry, one more thing." "What's that?" "Calling me Ms. Harrington is simply too stuffy, just call me Denise okay?" "Okay Ms. Har... ah, Denise." She disappeared into her office as I unfolded her list. Looking down the list I saw Hemingway, Steinbeck, Tolstoy, but also a number of books by Anais Nin, D.H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, Marguerite Duras, and even some Georges Bataille. I moved my book aside and wandered out into the stacks. Over the next few days I started reading some of the books she listed. Not sure I was ready to handle Hemingway or Tolstoy, I had grabbed Nin's "Delta of Venus." After reading a little, I was surprised was available here at the library, I mean it was pretty hot. Anyway, I often found myself needing to make adjustments to my pants as I got an erection reading the passages. I would look around, making sure no one was watching and then as nonchalantly as possible, reach down and adjust my cock. It was after one of these adjustments that I thought I heard something, a slight cry or moan and I was worried Ms. Harr... ah, Denise might have hurt herself or something. I got up and walked back toward the door to her office and saw it was slightly ajar. Quietly I opened it a bit more and was about to call her name when I saw her. She was sitting on one of the cushioned chairs facing the one way glass that looked out onto the check out desk and book stacks. Leaning back in the chair with her eyes closed I initially thought she was having a heart attack or something, but before I moved I noticed she had a hand in her pants and was squeezing a breast with her other hand. At that time I should have walked away, but I couldn't. I couldn't see much, other than the outline of her hand moving in her pants, but her hips were moving up and down and she continued squeezing her breast. She moaned and began moving her hand and her hips faster. Quite shocked at seeing a woman her age simply going so wild, I felt my cock bulging in my pants. When she finally lifted her hips off the chair and arched her back, supporting herself with her shoulders on the back of the door I saw her come. Her body quickly relaxed and she settled back into her chair, breathing heavily. I immediately turned and headed straight to the men's restroom, slipped into a stall, closed the door and pulled out my erect cock. Standing there in front of the toilet I took my hand and began stroking myself wildly while images of Denise playing with her pussy spun through my mind. Almost immediately I could feel the pleasure building inside me and moved my hand even faster. Looking down I watched as the head of my cock appeared and then disappeared from my view. I came quickly, pointing my cock down at the toilet I watched the cum spurt, once, twice and a third time into the water. Grabbing some toilet paper I dabbed up the rest of the cum as it dribbled out of my cock. I then headed back to the checkout desk and picked up my book. Several minutes later I noticed Denise emerge from her office and head to the ladies' room. Her face seemed a bit flushed and her hair was mussed up. After a few minutes she came out of the restroom looking all prim and proper. As she walked past me she looked at the book I was reading and said, "Ah, I'm glad you took my advice on looking into the book stacks for something good. You know, you'd be amazed what you will find here in the library." Looking up at her face and remembering how it contorted in pleasure as she made herself come, I replied, "I know what you mean Denise, I know what you mean." Librarian Ch. 02 Ana was taking care of some filing in her office, standing at her desk when Craig snuck up behind her and traced the outline of the tattoo on her back. She shivered with both surprise and delight at the feelings that his touch lit in her. She smiled up over her shoulder at him. “That was nice... How was your meeting?” “Boring,” he said as he draped his tie, already loosened, over her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck where it joined the shoulder. “Do you still have that lunch thing to go to?” “Not for another ten minutes,” he smiled as he continued to kiss her neck and moved his hands around her middle, pressing close. Ana finished sorting the papers in her hand. She picked up his tie, inspecting and fondling it as she leaned back into him. Craig rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath condensing on her smooth skin, and she turned to nuzzle her lips in his beard. He closed his eyes, baring his throat to her as his hands traced her shape. She curled one hand up to his face to bring his lips to hers, while she rested the other on his arm. He kissed her lightly, at first, then deeper, wanting. Ana turned in his arms and deepened the kiss. His hands moved up to trace the contours of her shoulder blades, smiling through the kiss. She inhaled sharply, pulling back to show him the passion in her lidded gaze, and smiled. He swept an arm under her knees and lifted her up, savoring her passion for a moment before gently placing her on the couch. She took the opportunity to remove his tie and reached for the top button of his shirt, never breaking eye contact. He sat and leaned over her on the sofa while she completed her task and pulled his shirttails out from the waistband of his pants. She smoothed her hands up his body as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He inhaled slightly at the touch of her hands on his chest, and paused for a moment before leaning forward to taste her lips again. Ana lingered in the kiss and deepened it, making him groan as she explored his mouth. He reached down to her stomach and began to slowly push her shirt up. She leaned into him, delighting in the feel of his hands on her flesh as he removed her shirt over her head and bent to kiss the soft skin of her belly. Her breath caught in her throat as he moved upwards, cupping one breast and capturing her stiffening nipple of the other with his mouth. His other hand moved down to slide her skirt up her thigh, and when he discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear, he growled and slipped between her legs, and pushed one finger closer. Ana moaned and curled her arms around him, breathing heavily; she moved her hips up to meet his exploration. His lips moved in small kisses over her collarbone to the nape of her neck. “Oh, yes” she whispered as her hands roamed over his arms, shoulders, and down his chest to his belt buckle. She quickly unfastened it and moved on to his pants, shoving them down with his boxers to reveal his cock standing straight and proud. She smiled in appreciation, looked up to his eyes, and pulled him closer. He followed her lead and moved in as she spread her legs to accommodate him. He gazed lustfully into her eyes as he placed himself at her threshold. Ana bit her lip in anticipation, her eyelids dropping for a moment as she gently touched his face. He pushed gently forward, his eyes closing at the touch of her hands, and entered her. Ana rose up to meet his efforts and captured his lips in a slow kiss. Craig’s lips met hers as he completed his thrust, and he passionately deepened the kiss. Anna moaned into his mouth and moved her hips to grind into him. He moved slowly, matching her thrusts as she pulled her legs up and around him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she hung on as her head fell back. Craig brought his knees up and began to pick up the pace, his eyes feasting on her. She matched his urgency, bringing her head up to look into his eyes. Craig let out a growl as his movements became more urgent, slightly rougher, and more possessive. Ana, her voice husky with passion, managed to whisper “Ooh, yes.” He looped his arms around the back of her knees, bringing them up higher, and continued to press, his breath coming hard and fast. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed into his eyes while he pleasured her, and she felt her orgasm building. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as the first ripples of the wave tore through her. Craig rose up and began to move with long quick strokes, prolonging her climax while bringing on his own. A small cry escaped her as she lost all sense of time and place while the waves of pleasure intensified. He growled as he began to come, and they rode each other through their shared climax. When they finally stilled, gripping each other, she opened her eyes to find him already looking at her, smiling softly. She reached up to run her hand over the sheen of sweat on his brow and smiled with pleasure. He leaned down to kiss her tenderly, finally pulling slowly out of her as he shrank. She returned the kiss with a hint of the fire they’ve just shared, and moves to push her hair away from its entanglement in his beard, shivering as their union was finally broken. Librarian Ch. 02 After that day I peeked in and saw Denise masturbating, things seemed a bit different at the library. We kept it running as clean and efficient as always and I had some time to read from the list of books she had recommended to me, but things didn't feel right. It was hard to place exactly what the problem was, it just seemed that any conversation Denise and I had was strained. She seemed standoffish as I read her the listing of new books we got in and, to be honest, I felt a bit uncomfortable facing her. After a while I guess we both realized we were avoiding each other for whatever reasons. I began to wonder if perhaps she had seen me watching her, if she knew what I rushed into the men's room for. The awkwardness went on for several days and it seemed to be getting worse, with Denise starting to check and double check on the work I was doing like she did when I first started working there. Any conversations we had were curt and to the point, nothing more. I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable there and so, when Denise called me into her office and asked me to shut the door I figured I was about to be fired. "Jerry, please sit down," she said, pointing to a chair across from her desk. Once seated I looked up to her as she continued, "The other day something happened, something that, quite frankly I am embarrassed about and I think I need to apologize to you." "I don't..." "Jerry, let me finish. I was watching you through the one way glass as you were reading. You must have been reading something fairly erotic as I saw you adjusting yourself several times, and yes, we women do notice when men do that, well at least I do. Anyway, I took advantage of the situation and, ah, well I began to masturbate while watching you. "While I was masturbating, I noticed you had left your seat there at the desk and came to my door. Yes, I saw you at the door, but by that time all I could do was act like you didn't see me. When I was finished you were gone, but I knew you saw what I was doing. I want to apologize to you for any discomfort I may have caused you." "Oh Denise, I was surprised, but I didn't experience any discomfort. In fact I was a bit turned on, actually so turned on I had to rush into the men's room and masturbate myself." Standing up and walking around to the side of the desk she said, "But I am the supervisor here and it was me who acted inappropriately." I stood up and moved over to face her. Taking her hand I said, "Don't you understand, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it so much I..." I reached up and touched her cheek. "Jerry, Jerry, wait a minute, you're just a boy..." "Just a boy? I'm practically thirty years old," I replied moving closer to her. Moving my face closer to her face. She immediately turned her back to me and said, "And I'm practically... well, let's not go into that, but I'm old enough..." She paused as I leaned against her, my hard cock pressing against her ass as my hands came around her and grabbed her breasts. I felt her ass wiggle some as she moved it against my hard cock and then she reached over and opened her top drawer. Pulling out a tube of lubricant she said, "Use this, I don't get wet enough anymore." I immediately kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants and underwear. I poured some of the lube into my hand and rubbed it over my cock as she pulled off her pants and panties. Placing her hands on the desk, she spread her legs wide open and leaned over the desk. Moving toward her, I felt her hand take my cock as she reached back under herself and she guided me to her pussy. Gently pushing against her, I felt my cock slowly easing into her pussy, feeling the soft warmth of her encircle me. Continuing to push into her I pushed all the way to the hilt and felt an odd tickling on my balls. As I withdrew I realized she was still reaching under herself and it was her fingers toying with my balls. I began thrusting and withdrawing as she toyed with her clit and tickled my balls with her fingers when she could reach them. Grabbing her hips I began moving faster as her soft pussy sent waves of pleasure down my cock to my balls. She was very close to coming so I slowed down my motion, pushing into her as deeply as I could until I felt her body tense up and then suddenly release. Remaining motionless as her pussy pulsated on my cock, I felt her as her orgasm slowly subsided. When she seemed to catch her breath I withdrew and then quickly thrust back into her. I concentrated on the sensations she was giving me as my body slapped against her ass and my balls bounced against her fingers. Feeling the pressure building in my balls I thrust harder and harder, pressing her against the desk. Finally, I felt waves of pleasure overtake me as my balls tingled and my cock surged, spurting my cum deep into Denise's pussy. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held tight to her until my shrinking cock finally slipped out of her pussy. Backing away, I moved over to a chair and sat down. Denise grabbed her panties and pants and quickly pulled them back on. She sat down in a chair next to me and asked, "Jerry, what do we do now?" "I think we do what you're supposed to do at a library, we keep quiet and enjoy what we find here." "An excellent answer, now go back out front and get back to your reading, I've got some cleaning up to do," she said nodding at her desk which was now in a sad state of disarray after our "meeting." I walked back to the front desk, grabbed my book and tried to read. It was an erotic book, but what I was reading was nowhere near as erotic as the images that played in my mind. Librarian Ch. 03 I wasn't sure what to expect coming in to the library that morning, I mean my relationship with the head librarian had substantially changed in the last two days. Besides me calling her Denise, which I am not entirely used to, I now need to figure out the whole bit about our sexual relationship. I had pretty much decided to keep myself busy working or once all the work was done, reading in the books she had recommended for me and let her decide if anything else is going to happen. Working first in the stacks, I quickly got the returned books replaced and completed a quick walk through, dusting here and there, and picking up any stray trash. I then went through the new release section and rearranged the books in proper order and even when through the children's book area and got it looking somewhat orderly. Heading back to the checkout desk I noticed some fresh cut flowers in a vase so I figured Denise must be in. I didn't see her right away so figured she was probably in the kitchen making up the coffee. Usually arriving to work first I had tried to make the coffee, but not being a coffee drinker myself I really didn't have a clue how to do it. After the first few attempts she delicately suggested that I leave the coffee to her. Quickly surveying the checkout desk I straightened out the miscellaneous staplers, stamps and pens that were tossed about. It was only then that I looked over to the suggestion box and noticed it the top was not completely closed. During the time I had worked there I had never heard of anyone leaving a suggestion in the box. Most of the town knew Denise and they'd simply tell her what they thought might help improve things. The suggestion box was used so infrequently that Denise had not even mentioned it during my intense, extensive training period. Anyway, I finished stacking the check out cards and then walked over to the suggestion box. Opening the top I saw a piece of paper neatly folded in the box. Picking it up, I slowly unfolded it and read it. Immediately a chill ran down my back as I read the words: "it was decent but too short and u didnt make it flow that well if u get my meaning."(1) It was signed Anonymous. It seemed obvious to me that this comment had nothing to do with the library or its operation and everything to do with my meeting with Denise the day before. I was debating whether to show it to Denise when I heard her voice. "Whatcha got there? Don't tell me we have a suggestion," she said cheerily. Realizing that I had to show it too her now I held out the piece of paper saying, "I don't think it has anything to do with the library." She unfolded the note and I noticed one of her eyebrows raise up as she read it. Walking over to the main entrance into the library she looked over the doors, especially around the locks and hinges. Walking back to the desk she said, "We both know what this has to do with." "What are we going to do?" "We are going to run the library like we always do. As for the note, let's examine it. It says it was decent, not indecent, so I have to think it was appreciated some, so no one's going to arrest me for indecency with a child." "I'm almost thirty," I said. "Tsk, tsk, that's not the point here and yes, I know you are every bit an adult. The note goes on saying it was too short. Well of course it was short, while we were in my office, we still were in a public library fucking, so we had to be quick. Considering the fact I had not had a man touch me in I don't know how long I am surprised I wasn't quicker. Or was it your cock, no, if you ask me it was plenty long for me." I shrugged. "Oh it was Jerry. Now the note went on saying we didnt make it flow. Now first of all, this is a library and I am a librarian so why in the world would someone not properly punctuate the contraction. I can live with the too familiar u instead of "you" but this is the civilized world and while punctuation is a fading art form, we still need to use an apostrophe with contractions. I mean we aren't animals here." I lifted one of my arms, reached up and scratched under it. "Present company excepted. Anyway, flow. Why didn't our sex flow Jerry? Do you think perhaps it's been a good decade since I have been properly fucked? "Yes I know what u mean," she shouted. "But Denise, it's not about what's in the note, it's the fact that someone saw us. They know what we did." "Jerry, I don't know if I mentioned this to you before, but this library has a ghost, a ghost with poor handwriting skills and an abysmal understanding of punctuation." Smiling disbelievingly I said, "So what are we going to do." "Well, I know what I am going to do," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me back toward the stacks. "I'm going to show this ghost too short and lack of flow." "What are you doing?" I asked as we moved back into the less popular stacks, into a dark corner. "Don't worry, I think you like this," she said, pushing me up against the wall between stacks. She grabbed a nearby stool, sat down and quickly unfastened my pants. As she pulled out my cock, she said, "Our ghost is a voyeur, but the ceiling here is too high, he can't get over here quick enough." She began stroking my cock, watching it as it quickly became erect. "It's been a few years, but let's see how I do okay?" I just nodded, feeling her tongue running up and down the length of me and then her mouth suddenly slipped over the head. As she began sucking the head, she continued running her hand up and down my shaft, while her other hand came up and tickled my balls. Slowly I began moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as I got closer and closer to coming. Looking down I watched as her gray hair bounced as she moved her head, sliding it up and down on my cock. The sight of my erection disappearing between her lips was exciting, especially as she sucked hard and her cheeks seemed to implode on me. The sensation ran down my cock to my balls and I suddenly came, spurting my cum into her mouth, splashing her again and again. She swallowed like a pro, not gagging or choking once. When she finished up she gently stroked my cock a bit more, milking out the last drops of cum. As it beaded on the tip of my cock she'd quickly lap it up, not chancing it spilling on the floor or any of the books in the stack. As I was zipping up, she stood up and kissed me on my lips and said, "Reminds me of when I was a kid. I so loved the library." "You mean you used to... in the library?" "Oh all the time. Why do you think I am so easy on those kids I catch feeling each other up these days? I mean they are safe and who knows, they may pick up a book between copping feels and maybe they'll read some." When she finished she said, "Well we better get back to work, there's a book up there at the checkout desk that's just waiting for you to read." We walked out of the stacks and I headed to the checkout desk and Denise headed to her office. * (1) Quote from a comment by Anonymous Librarian Ch. 04   Opening up the library the next morning I couldn't help but wonder about the ghost Denise had talked about. Apparently she had some experience with someone spying in on the library. I had to wonder what the thrill was there, I mean even at its busiest the library didn't attract many people, most of them were quiet, studious type or school kids working on school work; certainly nothing worth spying on. I went through my daily ritual, replacing books in the stacks, basically cleaning up and dusting back in the stacks and then coming up front and straightening up the front desk. As I worked I had the off feeling I was being watched, but figured it was just my imagination, especially back in the stacks. I did make sure to check the suggestion box but didn't find anything there. Denise arrived a little after nine a.m. breezing past me at the desk with a quick, "Good morning," and then quickly moving into her office where she unloaded her armful of books. She then headed back into the kitchen area and a few minutes later I could smell the coffee brewing. After a few more minutes she wandered out of the back area carrying a cup of coffee. "Well how's the reading going?" "Pretty well, haven't started reading today because I was still getting things straightened out for the day." "Any notes in the suggestion box?" "No, none today," I replied. "It seems our ghost is sulking a bit. We cheated him out of a show yesterday so he is sulking." "How did we cheat him?" "Look at the ceilings, up here the ceilings are low and easy to move around. Now look out in the stacks." Looking out to the stacks I noticed that the ceilings were higher, a whole lot higher. "The ceilings are higher." "The front half of the building is down low and easy to get around above the ceiling, but out in the stacks, they have to climb up higher and break through a wall. I don't imagine that is easy, certainly they couldn't do in the amount of time we took back in the stacks last time." "Now, for today I have a book I want you to read," she said holding out a thin book. Looking at the cover I read the title and author, "The Lover" by Marguerite Duras. Flipping through the pages she continued, "It's about a young woman and her Chinese lover, a very racy book for its day." I quickly finished up at the desk and as Denise headed back to her office, I began reading in the book. It was a work day so besides a few people coming up to the front entrance and dropping books in the night drop no one even came near the library. Knowing I could put the books up the next day, I continued reading, reading over a couple of mildly erotic passages where the young woman's lover taught her what oral sex could feel like for her. I found myself adjusting my erection in several different passages in the book when Denise quietly walked up and said, "Come on, let's see what you've read about." She took my hand and led me back into the stacks where she backed up against a wall, pulling me to her. Our lips met and she opened her mouth letting my tongue explore her. After we kissed a while she began pushing my shoulders downward and as I kneeled she unfastened her pants and then sat on one of the lower shelves, opening her legs. Without a word she guided my head between her legs, sliding her pussy forward to me. Only as my tongue pushed between her lips did she say, "Yes, just like you were reading, do it just like you read." Remembering the passage I recalled the young woman on her back in bed as her lover pushed his tongue into her and then moved up to her clit. I did the same, remembering how the author described what she felt and I watched as Denise responded to my tongue flicking quickly over her clit and then how she reacted as I sucked it into my mouth. Later I went with a slow circling movement around the clit as she began to moan. Suddenly she grabbed my head and ground her pussy into my face, breathing hard as she gasped, "Oh I'm coming, I'm coming." I reached a hand up and pushed two fingers into her pussy as I slowed down liking her clit. Stopping altogether, I left my fingers inside her and felt the convulsive contractions of her pussy walls, again and again. After a few moments it subsided and I reached for her pants so she could get dressed. "Oh no, I plan to catch our ghost today, so we need to keep going," she said, looking at me hungrily.   Librarian Ch. 05   I stood there holding Denise's pants after just finishing eating her pussy wondering what she wanted me to do next. She wanted to capture the ghost which apparently required us to keep having sex until something happened, so she could somehow catch our intruder. She was sitting on the cabinet with her legs wide open, her pussy still damp from my saliva and her cum. I noticed how her pubic hair was about half gray which gave her pussy a wild almost punky look. "Take off your pants," she told me, so I unbuckled my pants and pulled them off, along with my underwear. I started moving toward her when she stopped me. "Wait, reach into my pants pocket, you'll see a bottle of lubricant," she said, watching me as I picked up her pant and pushed my hand into the pocket. I pulled out the small bottle and opened it. "Now put it on your cock, yeah, like that, except work it in." I began stroking it. "Is that how you jack off?" "Well, kind of," I said, feeling like a schoolboy just getting caught jacking off by the teacher. "Show me how you really do it," she said, "I'll need more lube." "Go ahead," she said as her hand moved down between her legs. I squeezed the lube into my palm and took a good firm hold of my cock and began moving my and back and forth over it. Taking my free hand I moved it into my shirt and lightly toyed with my nipple as I continued stroking my cock. Denise didn't say anything, she simply watched, seemingly mesmerized by me. Her fingers moved down onto her clit and we watched each other for a few minutes. Finally, as I started feeling like I'd be coming soon she said, "Okay, now that it's well lubricated, come over here." Still feeling like a schoolboy, I walked over between her legs and watched as she grabbed my cock and began sliding it up and down her slit, first at her pussy where she'd slip it only slightly in and then slid it up between her lips until the head of my cock rubbed on her clit. Then she'd slide it back down again. Pre-cum was oozing out of the tip of my cock and I could see the glistening fluid dripping down on her pussy lips and clit. Finally after a few minutes, she pulled on my cock and guided into her pussy. It was a bit dry and my cock stuck to her lips for an uncomfortable moment, but I backed out and slid in from another angle as the lubricant coated her lips. My second push was easier and slid deep into the woman. I then slowly withdrew and thrust back into her. As I shoved my cock in and out of her pussy I reached up and ran my fingers through her gray hair, letting them weave through the fine strands. Then I ran my fingertips down her face, tracing some of the fine lines in the otherwise smooth skin. My balls were slapping against her ass as my hands slipped into her blouse and eased her bra from her breasts, which immediately sagged onto her stomach. I picked them up and held them so I could run my tongue over the nipples, I then gently kneaded the soft, fleshy mounds as I heard her whimper. "Yes, she's coming again," I thought to myself, moving a bit slower, grinding myself against her clit and then withdrawing. She moaned louder and wrapped her legs around my ass and her arms around my chest and held me tight. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my hard cock. I paused for just a moment and then began thrusting into her again, this time faster and harder. She whispered, "Come on, give it to me." And hearing her say that I went nuts, losing myself in the sensation of her, the feel of her wetness enclosing me, her breasts still in my hands, her legs wrapped around me. I arched my back, shoved my cock in to the hilt and came, spurting into this woman who was old enough to be my grandmother while loving every second of it all. After coming, I pushed my hips forward jamming her against the wall. I kept her there, pushed tightly against her, trying to keep my cock inside her. Unfortunately, after a few minutes I felt it finally slide out of her. Only then did we hear the voice calling, "Help me, help me." I backed up and quickly pulled on my pants and then helped Denise down from the bookcase. She then got dressed, slipped the bottle of lube back into her pocket and we walked out from the back corner of the stacks. "Help me I am stuck," came a voice from above. We both looked up and we saw where a single ceiling tile had been kicked out. There was a foot dangling down beneath the ceiling. Denise looked at me and said, "And now we have our ghost. Go call 911 and tell them we have an intruder in the upper ceiling. This has happened before, they know who to send." Within about ten minutes we had a fire truck, several police cars and an electric company service truck hauling a trailer with some odd equipment on it. The firefighters had to use the scissor lift the electricians brought to get up to the intruder. They simply drove the life into the library, rode up, plucked the man down and lowered down to ground level. While the police were questioning the ghost and getting him into the car, Denise led the electric service guys to her closet where they found an extra ceiling tile and replaced the one the intruder kicked out. They then drove the lift truck out of building. After the fire truck and electric truck left, one of the police came in and stood at the desk looking at both Denise and I. "The man out there said you and your assistant were having sex in the library." Denise stepped forward and said, "Now Charles Andrew," in a tone like she was chiding a six year old, "I've watched you grow up, watched you feel those girls up in this library and you should know there is not a good place to have sex anywhere in this library or you would have done it when you were in high school. Besides I'm a sixty year old woman and Jerry here is younger than some of my grand kids. What kind of sex would we be doing here." "Sorry Denise, I figured his was some sex crazed nut. Apparently planned to do some peeking in the bathrooms, except didn't realize so few people came here." "He should have done it over at the police station, plenty of action there," Denise said. "Now Charles, if you don't mind Jerry and I are going to clean up the mess our ghost made and then we are going to have some more sex, so unless you want to join us go on and take that silly man to jail." "Sure thing Denise. And Jerry, sorry about having to ask that, but just doing my job," he said. I nodded and said, "Don't worry about it." The police officer walked through the door as Denise reached down to my crotch and zipped up my zipper. "Oh my, did he see that?" She shook her head, "No. But let's go get that mess cleaned up." I followed her over to the messed up stacks watching the way her ass moved with each step. So damn fine for any woman, and to think she's... "Stop watching my ass and get over here working," she said to me, glancing over her shoulder.