One hour to go. That was it, and then she’d be out of there and back at home with a nice cup of tea and a good book to settle down with. It had been a busy day for Becky and she was thankful to be finally putting the returned books away, sorting the shelves in order and tidying up. There was going to be someone else coming in and making a mess of things, there always was, but she was ready for them.
Becky had begun the dreary task of checking every isle, every shelf, every book to make sure they were in their correct places and alphabetized; a task she loathed but having spent so long working there it’d become second nature. She practically knew the entire inventory of books they had on the shelves and would memorize a decent chunk of the ones taken out that day. It was a necessary evil without which the library would descend into chaos.
The bell above the door jingled and she cringed at the thought of more people coming in to undo her hard work. Poking her head out the end of one of the isles she saw a man in a caramel duster coat dotted with snow walking in, unwrapping the black and white houndstooth scarf strewn about his neck and stuffing it into the leather satchel that hung from his broad shoulders. For a second he hung at the entrance and appeared to take a deep nasal breath, his nostrils flaring open to take a secreted huff of the woody perfume of page after page of printed material. With crystal blue eyes he scanned the racks of books before him before glancing above to view the category signs.
Becky jumped back behind her shelf and turned a bright pink as his gaze drifted her way and hurriedly made herself busy organizing books that were already in their place in case he came around. Sure enough, the man passed by her with an arm lazily strewn on his bag, dusting the air with notes of sandalwood and cinnamon. She managed to get a closer glimpse at his angled jaw and carefully trimmed beard as he breezed by her. Quietly as she could Becky turned around and poked her head out the end of the isle to check out his ass. She couldn’t see much through his coat but that didn’t stop her imagination running wild. Hotties of this calibre were a rarity in the library and she was more than intrigued.
The man wandered down to the end of the row of isles towards the little staircase that ran upstairs for books of more adult tastes – non-fiction, religion, geography and languages, and her secret personal favorite, the smut. Not wanting to lose track of him she started her way towards the stairs slowly, but he turned back before ascending to look around once more, locking his eyes right onto hers. It was just a moment, but she felt like he was looking right into her as if he were a lover from a previous life. She couldn’t help but jump a little as she was noticed and mustered all of her self-control into giving him a casual smile before practically jumping back into one of the isles.
She pressed her back up against a row of self help books aimed towards relationship advice, knocking a few of them over. The universe was screaming at her. Scrambling to put the books back upright she peered through the gaps in the shelves and watched his boots walk up and up step by step towards the upper levels until he was out of view.
Stop this now, you’re at work. Be professional. Becky told herself as she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes for a second to ground herself she could only picture his bear chest, muscles and fur inviting her into be enveloped in his warmth. NO.
Storming back to her station at the front desk she took a disappointing sip of cold tea before scooping up a few books that had been returned and checked back in. Isle by isle she sorted them back into their place, starting with the fiction section downstairs until she had only a few left to take up. She made her way up the stairs, the smell of the man’s perfume subtly haunting the air where he’d been.
Becky pushed her way through the clacking beaded curtain to see the man with his back to her, palming through a novel that she recognised about tentacled aliens abducting human girls. As he heard the curtain move her looked back with a raised eyebrow to see her once again. This time, he turned to face her.
“Do you work here?” He questioned with a buttery smooth voice. She wasn’t shy by any means, but this guy had her quaking. Unable to form a sentence she simply nodded quickly, instinctively clutching the few books left to put away to her chest.
“I’m… looking for a recommendation.” He said hesitantly. “Are you familiar with this section?” He continued, not wanting to imply anything. Becky wasn’t quite sure how to reply and took a second to pick her words carefully. She didn’t want to come off as a huge slut, but he was looking for something hot.
“Any particular topics of interest?” She simply replied quietly, busily staring back into his glistening eyes. He lowered his head and gave a half smile out of embarrassment.
“BDSM, Rope-play. That sort of thing.” He didn’t seem to want to go too deep into his interests to a complete stranger.
“Oh, well…” she started, stepping into his space in the tiny room to lean behind him and point out a few titles. “That sort of thing goes from here, to here. Rope play is the second to bottom shelf.” She eyed a few titles about domination, closing the space between the two of them even more. She could practically feel his breath on her hair and she took a good long gulp of his scent as she leaned past his chest to grab a few titles before stacking them in his bulky arms.
He started flicking through the pages of one of them, reading a few passages as he went. He seemed pretty intrigued with her choice, one of her favourites, about a businessman and a female client from a rival company who go from hate to love and have a lot of fun along the way.
Leaning down to the bottom shelves she couldn’t help but notice her proximity to his crotch, side-eyeing it as she passed and imagining the secrets held within his jeans. She could’ve sworn he was getting hard; either that or he was huge.
“Here’s one about rope-play, a mob boss’ daughter gets kidnapped by a rival gang.” She put it onto the pile. “I’ve read that four times.” She whispered to him with a nervous wink. He looked down at her with a delighted surprise - she was definitely the person to be asking.
“What’s your topic of interest?” He echoed her earlier question with a playful tone in his voice. Ordinarily she wouldn’t answer something like that, but for him she’d make an exception.
“Hmm, BDSM, Rope-play, that sort of thing.” Becky answered his echo with her own, a lustful gaze taking her eyes and sultry smirk about her face.
“Sounds to me like you have good taste.” He chuckled. She could feel herself boiling from the inside out, her panties growing heavy with the thick juices from her pussy. He might even be able to smell how turned on she was from where he was standing, she thought. “You look like you taste good too.” He added with a mischievous growl. Her face blushed a fiery red at that, she’d been playing a dangerous game and it looked like she was going to win. His gaze was too intense to hold now and she looked away, only to find herself staring at his dick. It bowed against the fabric of his jeans now, threatening to burst out furiously. She couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge, mesmerized, entranced by it.
Almost too bluntly she responded with “Which part of me?” and bit her lip as she attempted to re-fix her gaze on his. Even as she looked at him she wondered what would happen if she just grabbed his dick and whipped it out right there in their nook in the library. Nobody was around after all, and this portion was the quietest anyway.
As she thought it, her body acted without her control and reached down to brush his leg with her slender fingers. Slowly, steadily, she traced her fingertips up the front of his thigh and around the inside, teasing around his boner that already throbbed against the fabric. Edging ever closer to her prize, he let out a low huff and rocked his head back before taking his hand around her tight waist and pulling her closer. Instinctively his hips began to rock back and forth, thrusting into her waiting hand. Finally she gripped the tip of his cock and gave it a steady squeeze, grinning as he grunted at her touch.
He couldn’t take it anymore, dropping the books rested on his arm to the floor and releasing the monster caged beneath the denim. She gripped it fully now, leaning against his chest and nibbling at his neck as she pulled his hot, turgid meat back and forth. Her hand barely fit around it. She stared at his face as he rode wave after wave of pleasure each time her palm rode over the tip of his cock and she soon noticed warm silky precum emerging from the tip and started to rub it around with her thumb, lubricating his shaft. With longer strokes she worked her way down the entirety of his pole back and forth, faster and faster as his knees began to tremble.
“Fuck-” he breathed, bucking his hips in time with her own movements. Becky took a second to glance through the beaded curtain to make sure nobody was coming before looking back down to the thick, veiny cock in her hands. God, that’d be so good inside her. Her pussy was pulsating already, throbbing at the thought of being filled and pounded relentlessly by this tall stranger. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Turning herself around with her back to him she leaned over and ground her ass against his length. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling every sweeping curve of her body. A hand ran back up and cupped a breast before sliding beneath her white blouse and under her bra, freeing a nipple and pinching it between his fingers. Becky gasped at the sensation and ground her pussy harder into his cock.
“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.” She whispered, desperate for him. He let out an amused grunt as he smacked her ass and ripped her tights down, shoving her panties out the way and teasingly running a finger against the length of her hot, slick vagina.
“You’re so wet for me.” He muttered as he dipped a finger inside of her. With slow deliberate movements he lined his dick up to her entrance and pushed in just the very tip, widening her and giving her an inkling of what she was in for. The teasing suspense was too much and she backed her way down his entire length, holding herself up with two hands on one of the shelves.
“Oh Jesus-” she gasped at the feeling of being filled so completely. He was completely rock hard inside of her and started thrusting back and forth, slowly at first. It felt so good, so completing, but she wanted more. “Faster.” She groaned beneath him and he happily obliged, picking up his pace and moving his hand from her hair around her neck, cupping her face in his huge palm. She could feel her pussy squeezing around his dick, tightening as the pleasure shook the two of them. He grunted and groaned into her ear as he bred her, her juices squirting onto his thighs as the sheer girth forced it out.
He built up a steady rhythm to which she bounced back and forth in unison with him and it wasn’t long before she felt his long shaft twitch as he reached his climax, his motions growing deeper and more desperate. With a loud, heavy moan he pounded her ass with huge final strokes that shook the books on the racks before them while she still clung on for dear life, wads of hot cum seeping into her sopping cunt. Gasping for breath the man pulled out and leaned back, leaving her defiled, sweaty, and dripping.