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Milena was bored. She was stuck doing the late night shift again, and if the Library was quiet during the day, it was dead at night. She pulled her fingers through her curly, dark hair in annoyance. Why did they have to stay open until midnight? What was the point when hardly anyone ever wanted to stay that late? At least she was getting paid for her time. She glanced at the clock. Only 3 more hours to go, then she could get back home. Although she wished she had someone other than her cat to come home to, she hadn’t had sex or even a date in months. As a result, she spent a lot of time at home in the shower trying to remedy that lack of fulfilment and sometimes when the ache spilled over, here at the Library as well. She glanced at the CCTV camera display in the corner of her desk. As usual there was no one here… Her desk was also conveniently located just out of sight of any person entering the Library. That familiar ache started to grow between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together to try and appease it. It was no good though, she was going to have to do something about it. She flicked her eyes quickly to the door before trailing her fingers up her thigh, sliding beneath her skirt. Milena dipped one finger under the line of her knickers, feathering over the spot where she ached so much. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips, and she arched her back, her finger dipping into her wetness. She moaned softly. ‘Oh god…’ Biting her lip, she began to rub her clit, at first very slowly, then speeding up. Oh god… Oh god… she was so wet and turned on tonight, this was going to make her come so quickly…
Suddenly the door jingle went, letting her know someone was entering the library and making her jump. Milena quickly withdrew her hand, smoothed down her skirt and took a deep breath to try and look relaxed. Her clit throbbed demandingly, and she really felt like hitting the man who’d just walked in, whose presence was stopping her from… oh god it was a man. This was so embarrassing. She kept her head down as he approached the desk.
“Excuse me, can I return the books here?” came a deep voice.
Milena looked up, her heart beating a little bit faster. He was absolutely gorgeous. “Yes, here’s fine.”
His rugged face cracked a smile, his greenish gold eyes crinkling, and he leaned down to hand her the pile of books. He stood there for a while, and glanced at her name tag on the desk, as she checked them through on the system. “No fines?” God just his deep voice was turning her on, let alone his dark good looks. His name flashed up on the screen; Garrett Jones.
“No fines.” She couldn’t help but return his smile.
“Thanks.” He smiled again, and headed into the library, turning out of her sight into an aisle.
Milena’s heart was still pounding. A gorgeous man turning up whilst she was fingering herself… what were the odds? But at least now she had someone to fantasise about. She waited a few moments to check that he really was out of sight, before she returned her hand to her throbbing clit. She was able to just slide her fingers in, and start to stroke herself again, before the bloody phone rang. This was ridiculous, was she ever going to get a chance to come? One hand still between her thighs to try and appease the throbbing, she picked up the phone, trying to collect herself. “Hello, this is Sandbridge Library, how may I help you?”
“Milena, this is Maggie, I’ve only just remembered I left Aisle 7’s books on the trolley! Jane is going to kill me, she asked me to get them back on the shelves. Could you do me a massive favour and sort them out for me?”
Milena groaned inwardly, this would take at least an hour to do. But Jane was such a bitch, she really would kill Maggie. Literally. Maggie was busy enough planning her wedding, without extra hours of work thrown into the bargain. “Don’t worry love, I’ll get it done.”
“You are the best friend ever! Thank you so much, I’ve got to go but see you tomorrow!” The phone clicked as she hung up.
Milena withdrew her hand with a sigh, her body aching with the need for release, but she got up and smoothed her skirt back down again. She started to make her way to Aisle 7, keeping an eye out for Garrett, slightly curious as to which section he would be in.
As soon as she reached Aisle 7, with no glimpse of the dark haired stranger anywhere, she groaned at the sight of the over-laden trolley, but promised herself; the sooner she got it over with... She bent over and began to check the Dewey decimal numbers, sliding the books back onto the shelves, trust it to be a boring non-fiction aisle. However, as she worked her way down to the end of the aisle, she found herself at the beginning of the body and health section and the next book she picked up was an advice book targeted at ‘improving your sex life’. She almost threw it down in disgust. Was the universe intent on torturing her today? All she wanted was a really good fuck, and as she clearly couldn’t have that, why couldn’t she just have the chance to give herself an orgasm that would keep her at least temporarily satisfied? Was that really so much to ask? She shoved the book into its space on the shelf. But just as she did so, she spied a head of dark hair through the gaps between the books and her pulse went into overdrive. He must be in aisle 8, where the rest of the health collection continued and, she glanced at the last book on the trolley, where this last book belonged. She slowly pushed the trolley round the corner and into the eighth aisle, keeping her eyes down as he glanced over at her and nodded, a smile playing about his lips. Why did he have to be so attractive? Images of him thrusting into her, their naked bodies entwined, assaulted her thoughts and she could feel herself starting to get wet again. The idea of fucking him made her want to moan out loud. It was so wrong to be thinking these things, he was a complete stranger, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from imagining just how very, very good it would be. She flicked her eyes at him, trying to sneak a quick look at his body, only for him to glance up again and meet her gaze. Damn! Caught in the act…
He replaced the book he had been skimming through on the shelf and turned to face her. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
She nearly jumped out of her skin, her face burning. How about throwing me on the floor and fucking the living daylights out of me? Her mind whispered naughtily. “What would give you the idea that I needed any help?” she replied quickly.
“Oh, just that you’ve been staring at me like you want to eat me for the past two minutes.”
“I… I…” Her throat caught, and she could only stare at him tongue-tied, her cheeks going red.
“I see.” He watched her for a few moments, before rising slowly and walking up to her, backing her against the bookcase. “I guess we’ll just have to do something about that then.” He placed a hand on the side of her not blocked by the trolley, trapping her in his arms. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against her neck and up to her ear, taking her earlobe between his teeth and biting it lightly, whilst his other hand slid around her waist and pulled her hard against his taut frame. He was so much taller than her and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing into her lower stomach, pulsing almost as much as the wetness between her thighs. He slipped his other hand under her shirt, sliding his fingers beneath her bra and covering her breast with his large hand, whilst he pushed a leg between hers, spreading her legs and making her skirt ride up.
Milena moaned loudly and twined her arms around his neck, as he continued to brush kisses up her neck, his thumb flicking her nipple whilst his fingers stroked the surrounding curve of her breast. She couldn’t believe her luck, was this really happening or was she just dreaming?
“You like that don’t you, you little whore.” He murmured into her neck, biting it ever so lightly.
She couldn’t help but nod wordlessly, grinding herself against his thigh to appease the ache. It felt too good for her to stop and think about what she was doing. It had been so long since she’d been touched like this…
He took his hand briefly away from her breast and out from her shirt, causing her to whimper in protest but he silenced her with his mouth over hers in a rough kiss. Then he started sliding it up her skirt, his fingers lightly feathering her thighs, and she couldn’t think any more. His thumb brushed her knickers before rubbing ever so slowly, his fingers dipping under the hem and starting to pull them down. She spread her feet further, to give him better access, and within a few seconds her knickers were on the ground, his fingers sliding between her wet throbbing folds, finally rubbing her clit. She ripped her mouth away from his expert kisses, moaning loudly and started kissing along his jaw, her hands tugging at his belt and yanking down the zip of his jeans. His long hard cock had been straining at his jeans but now it sprang free and she pulled the jeans and his boxers down, wrapping her hand around the base, her thumb stroking its velvet soft and sticky head whilst she worked her hand up and down the thick shaft.
He groaned into her neck. “That’s right, you dirty little slut, work me harder.” He shoved up her top and bent to lick her nipple, suckling and flicking it with his tongue. He removed the hand between her thighs to caress her other breast, replacing it with the free one and sliding two fingers inside her. “Ohhh goddd… That feels so good…” She gasped, squeezing his cock. “More…”
“You are greedy, aren’t you.” He whispered huskily, placing a kiss on the very tip of her straining nipple. “Are my fingers not enough for your greedy little pussy?”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please…”
He thrust his fingers into her faster and she threw her head back against the books, crying out in pleasure. “Unghh… I’m… I’m going to come…” she moaned softly.
He stopped abruptly, and she nearly screamed in frustration. “Not yet, you aren’t.” He ground out, before turning her around, pulling her hand from his cock, and her hips into his. She gripped the edge of the shelf as he thrust his long hard shaft into her, melding them together. She sighed with pleasure; finally she felt complete. It was so much better than she could ever have fantasised. At first he slid into her slowly, teasing her with the lack of pace, but soon he was pounding into her, every thrust making her cry out. He thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, until they both came together, moaning, as he emptied himself inside her soft wet heat.