It wasn’t as if she was completely inexperienced, but she had never felt such an instant lust at meeting someone. It was the kind of thing she had only heard about in stories, usually the kind of story that involved a bizarre curse or wealthy landowner. Maybe her father was right; a change of genre might be good for her.
***
The next morning she set out for the library to pick up the story where she left off. She was in a grumpy mood because she actually couldn’t decide what to wear. Since when did she care what she looked like on a weekend in a library?
She stomped around in her closet and finally decided on a denim skirt so she could at least pretend that she was casual. She knew if she spent any more time thinking about it she would have to admit that she was hoping to run into Michael and that she hoped that he would think she was attractive.
Michael was up bright and early and thoroughly reinforced with coffee. He had a thermos in his bag and even though he told himself that he was just going to pick up the book and leave, he knew that he would hang around for a few minutes just in case Sylvia stopped by.
He was checking out the book when he thought he caught a glimpse of Sylvia’s dark curls out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t look up to make sure. Once he had the book, he settled in at a table where he could study or at least pretend to study while he watched the door. He didn’t have long to wait.
She walked in and he wanted to stand up so she would see him. He had no idea what was going on with that. She was so fascinating. He couldn’t remember ever thinking that about a girl. He was used to getting attention from women, but this one had him completely entranced. He knew he had to tread lightly. They hadn’t met under the best circumstances, and her father was his advisor. It wasn’t the best idea to get involved with this woman, but he couldn’t stay away.
She walked over to him and he swallowed, trying to think of something clever to say. She beat him to it.
“I see they gave you your book.”
“For some reason they’re afraid of your father.”
“I don’t get it either. Of course I’ve seen him nodding off in his bathrobe after Thanksgiving dinner, so . . .”
He gestured for her to sit and she shook her head.
“Sorry, I wanted to finish the book I started yesterday. It’s in the special collections room; I can’t take it out even if everyone’s afraid of my dad.”
He looked disappointed.
“You could bring your book in there if you wanted to join me.” She gave him a smile that touched his very soul.
He stood up so fast he hit his knee on the table. It made a loud, echoing sound that could be heard through the mostly empty library. He grabbed his book and his notes and followed her into the special collections room noticing that she scanned a card to open the door. She looked over her shoulder at him.
“One of the perks of being the daughter of the scary professor.” He wanted to kiss her right then and there. He was able to stop himself, but just barely.
She went to the shelf to retrieve the book as he simply watched her. Her legs were lightly tanned beneath the skirt. Her calves were well muscled and now he wanted to kiss that little pocket behind her knee just to see if it would make her giggle or moan or both. This thought spurred him into action and he stepped across the small room and stood behind her. The nape of her neck was slightly exposed by the ponytail she wore and he leaned forward and kissed it.
Sylvia had been hoping that he would make a move, but she didn’t expect it to happen right here, in the Special Collections room. She got goose bumps when she felt the heat of his body when he stood behind her. The pleasure of his breath on her neck was enough to make her swoon.
When she felt his soft lips on her she couldn’t stop herself from giving a little moan. She had to grab the shelf in front of her to keep her balance. She didn’t move; she couldn’t. All she could do was breathe in and out. He smoothed her hair out of the way and kissed her again. A ripple of pleasure ran through her.
She turned around in the small space between him and he leaned down and kissed her. That thrilled her even more than the kiss on her neck. She rested her hand on his chest and kissed him back. He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her a bit closer to him. She kissed his chin.
“Can you get the book for me? It’s the red one on the shelf right above me.”
He leaned over her and she kissed the base of his neck, enjoying the feel of his shiver and the chance to hear and feel the groan run through him.
“Is this the only one you need?”
“It’s the only one I need right now.”
He retrieved the book and they returned to the table. She sat across from him and began to read. He opened his book and took out his notes. Under the table, she slipped off her shoe and rested her foot on the edge of his chair. He pretended not to notice for a moment, and then began to idly stroke the bottom of her foot with his index finger. She shivered with delight and tried to focus on her book.
She couldn’t concentrate enough to get absorbed in the story, but it didn’t matter. She skimmed through the next few pages as she felt his hand work its way up to the edge of her sock. He stroked her ankle and lightly petted her shin. He was touching her as if she was a fine work of art. He was now stroking her leg with his whole hand while he pretended to read. She was too far away from him for him to get very far up her leg and not for the first time did she wish she was taller.
She moved her foot from the edge of the chair and placed it on his lap. She could feel him tense up underneath her and she knew that he was as filled with passion as she was. He scooted a little closer to the edge of the table and she slipped her foot onto the crotch of his jeans. She traced his hardness with her toes and felt powerful when she heard him groan. It was very quiet in the room and the sound echoed around them. She pulled her foot back in front of her. She could barely speak and couldn’t think clearly.
“I think I need a different book.” She stood up and walked to a shelf on the far side of the room. In a moment she heard his chair pull back and he crossed the room and stood behind her.
“Do you need help reaching this one?”
She nodded and he reached above her to the shelf. She took a step towards him and tugged up the edge of his t-shirt. She placed her palm on his chest and felt his heart pounding. She slid her hand all the way down the center of his chest to the top of his jeans. He groaned again. She walked her fingers back up and stroked his chest again, dancing her fingertips on his nipples. She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed.
She pulled up his shirt and leaned forward to give his chest a light lick. Her hands went around to his back and she lightly raked her nails on his back. The shelf swayed a little as he gripped it for balance. She felt the muscles in his back as they curved down to his waist. She kissed his chest with soft, sweet kisses while she stroked his back. He was breathing hard. She couldn’t resist teasing him.
She turned around and faced the shelf. She reached up to get a book. While her arm was extended Michael wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back to him. He kissed the back of her neck again and began to lightly lick her earlobe. She rested her head back against him and he began to stroke her hip, tracing the curve. She rubbed her bottom against him and he moaned again.
She started to turn, and he nudged her back to facing the shelf. She gripped the shelf in front of her as he rested his mouth on the back of her neck while pulling up her skirt. He stroked her bare leg.
She could feel his breath, hot and panting. She felt weak in the knees and a level of excitement that she had never felt before. She closed her eyes and just focused on the feeling. His hands were warm on her thighs. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her.
Somehow this was much sexier than facing him and just making out. His lips were soft and hot against her neck and every now and then she could feel the tip of his tongue as he moaned. The palms of his hands were now resting on her thighs. She felt
his fingertips trace upwards tentatively as if expecting her to stop him. She was too drunk with feeling to do anything but enjoy. She felt his fingers rest on the lace edge of her panties.
“Is this all right?”
“More than all right.”
She gripped the edge of the shelf and rested her hand on his as he pushed her skirt up a bit further. She let go and she felt the warmth of his fingers as they made their way to trace the edge of her panties. He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her as his fingers slipped into her panties. She felt the surge of wetness flood forth. She couldn’t believe that she was so turned on by the merest touch of his hand.
She heard her breath come hot and fast as his fingers began to trace her lips making the most of the limited space he had. She gasped when his finger began stroking her clitoris. She moaned when he slipped a finger inside her. He began to move it slowly in and out and leaned over her to get in deeper. She leaned against his arm and rubbed back against him. He rubbed against her while he moved his fingers in and out.
She wasn’t sure she could stand up much longer. She wanted all of him now. She wriggled against him to get him to pull away. She gestured for him to follow her to the corner of the room. There was a step stool next to the wall.
She walked over to it and he followed. She pulled off her panties and stood on the bottom step. She reached for him and tugged him close to her by pulling on the waistband of his jeans. She opened them with one quick motion and slipped her hands inside, feeling the soft steel of his penis. She stroked the tip and looked up. He kissed her. The step made it much easier to reach her lips. She broke the kiss and whispered.
“Do you have anything?”
He reached into his pocket and she was too crazed with lust that she didn’t care why he just happened to have a condom in his pocket. She nudged his boxers down his hips to release him. When he had the condom in place, she turned and faced the ladder. He rested his hand on her bottom as he moved into place.
She gave him an arch of welcome as she felt the magic of him slipping inside her for the first time. She was so very wet that he was able to get in easily. He began to move in and out with such skill and so in tune with her rhythms that she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She bit her lower lip to keep from calling out. As it was, it was only due to the infrequently used section of the library that no one had heard them thus far.
She focused on the intensity of the feeling. The slightly scratchy hair on his groin rubbed against her soft skin and she pressed against it, wanting to feel all of him. He reached a hand around to stroke her clitoris while he continued to move in and out. He was perfectly positioned in her to provide the most satisfyingly deep pressure. The feel of his fingers moving on her was driving her so close to the edge, she couldn’t help but push back against him. He gripped her hips and sped up his thrusts.
She pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust, trying to stay quiet. She felt the orgasm building up deep inside her. She was just on the brink and he gave a few more hard deep thrusts and she reached the most intense mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. A few seconds later he also finished. She leaned her head on the wall and tried to catch her breath.
She turned around and looked at him. He had a dreamy smile on his face and she leaned her head up to kiss him. He gave her a soft sweet kiss as he stroked her skirt back over her hips in a surprisingly chivalrous way. She straightened his shirt and he pulled up his jeans. He leaned over to pick up her panties. He handed them to her. She gave them back.
“Keep them.”
His smile broadened and she returned to the table opening her book. He returned to his side of the table and looked over his notes. She was enjoying the unfamiliar pleasure of an afterglow while reading a good book. The only sound was the scratching of his pencil on the paper. She reached over and wrote on his paper.
“Call me the next time you want a study date”. She scribbled out her phone number and returned the book to its shelf and left the room.
Her father was right; it was a good thing to occasionally change genres.
***
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Emily Entertains
by
Janet Bryant
She was able to determine that the boss was not in yet, in fact, he had been away for a number of days, but he was expected back that day and she needed to look perfect for him. She heard a buzz of activity in the exterior of the office and knew that he was coming. The whole office pulsed with the expectation of his entrance which was reported to the front desk receptionist from someone on watch downstairs.
Everett Carlisle was renowned for firing people for not being in the precise spot that he wanted them to be as soon as he arrived into the office. Emily was given a little more different treatment. She was punished. She liked him to treat her rough, but punishment often required that he moved her right to the edge, but would not let her go further.
Emily had spent nearly two decades as a housewife and mother, which wasn’t exactly why she had gotten a bachelor’s degree in pre-law, but it had been a role which she had undertaken wholeheartedly. However, with the kids grown and out of the house, she was eager to do something besides sitting at home alone and being bored.
She had spent as much time going to the gym and enjoying the Pilates classes that she was able to endure and she still felt a little bit worthless. She needed something different to keep her busy. She needed to feel useful and wanted.
She and her husband, Gary, had decided to enjoy an open marriage and she had, initially, thrust herself into the role of a cougar and took pleasure in the new discoveries of her sexuality that followed along behind. In time, however, the boredom, even from that, began to overtake her and she found herself needing something more.
When she had first interviewed and taken the job at the law firm, at her husband's suggestion, she had been completely turned off by the idea of working for Everett Carlisle. However, she had always wanted to work in a law office and was willing to put up with whatever was necessary in order to do so, in spite of the fact that Everett was a dominating pig. A gorgeous, successful and powerful pig that had some sort of a hypnotic effect on her, but nevertheless, still a pig.
She had been lured into the first domination on the desktop in his office, partly because she was tired of her husband having his regular bang while she went without, and partly because she was a bit curious. Since that time, she had allowed Everett to dominate her almost on a daily basis. Punishment, however, was brutal. Not because he treated her more harshly, she didn't mind that part, but because he took her to the edge, got himself off and left her hanging. The ache that lingered with her all day whenever he did that was more painful than the abuse that he dished out when he fucked her.
“Is this the way in which this workplace is managed whenever I’m not in it?” his speech boomed down the hall throughout the offices. By his harsh tone they all understood what sort of temper he was in. Emily felt the moisture in her underwear. He was going to be tough with her that morning. It was his standard manner whenever he was in a foul mood. The idea thrilled her; she simply hoped that she wouldn’t be tortured. She looked down at her blouse and corrected it just right. When she glanced up again, he was waiting in front of her.
She merely looked at him as he checked her. She was not to talk till she was directed to speak. She had learned that the first morning at her desk as soon as she had greeted him. It was quite unusual that she had always been such an independent person and then suddenly she tolerated his tyrannical control due to the fact that it excited her and made her horny.
She was able to see the lust in his eyes and she knew that she might be his tension release. “Good morning, Emily,” he said, following a complete scan of her appearance and desk. �
�Stand Up.”
She stood as instructed.
“Turn about,” he commanded as he moved to a position behind her desk. She turned about and he lifted her skirt, as she knew was expected of her every morning, in order to expose her bare ass. “Good. Into my office, right now. I’m not eager for chit-chat this morning. I have endured plenty of bullshit this morning already.”
Emily moved into his office, still silent. The natural urge was to greet him, to be sympathetic and ask questions regarding his out of town trip; to be pleasant and understanding. She had figured out in the very first few days at work to simply hold her lips closed and to combat all one of her regular behaviors. It was not easy at first, but she had finally gotten the hang of it. She had to admit that playing the game was in many ways as much a part of her arousal as the actual action which often followed.
She took her place in his office and stood with her hands at her sides as if she was at attention for a military inspection. She was to wait in a certain spot every time that she entered into his office and she was to wait till he explained to her specifically he wanted to do.
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