Mythical Librarian

          I was running late on my way to the library. It was a Friday afternoon and traffic was already backed up. My project for class was due that night and I had some last minute research to cram in before turning it in. The library was scarce with people. I guess it was due to the fact that it was the end of the week and everyone was ready to start their weekend. I gathered the reference books that I needed and sat down at a vacant table. About thirty minutes into my research, I realized that I was missing a book. Making my way across the library floor, I found the section where the book should be. Searching vigorously, I couldn’t find it at all.

          “Um, may I help you find something” I heard a voice say from behind.

          Startled, I turned around. In front of me was a young lady of caramel complexion. She was short, but stacked. She stood about five-two, nice long hair which I couldn’t tell was real or not, and from what I could see, she appeared to have had on no makeup. Dressed in the manner that a librarian should be dressed, she had on a pair of black dress slacks, a button up shirt, and a pair of heels which weren’t too overbearing. Her glasses set off her look. They really complimented her facial features.

          “You look a little baffled over here”, she said to me with a slight smirk on her face.

          “I can’t seem to find a certain book that I need for a project I'm working on” I explain.

          “Well, let me see what I can do to help. What book are you looking for exactly?”

          I handed her a piece of paper with names of books on them, pointing to the one that I needed.

          Looking in the section in which we were standing, she resigns and tells me that she’ll be right back. She returned about four minutes later handing me a book.

          “Thank you. You're a life saver”, I tell her.

          “No problem, just all in a day’s work.” she responded with a smile that showed a set of perfectly straight pearly white teeth and a set of dimples that accented her face.

          I scurried back over to my table to finish up my project. The young librarian was still on my mind. Why didn’t I ask her name? The thought of me not finding out anything about her was beginning to haunt me. I finished up my work and proceeded on a scavenger hunt. I had to find her. Walking about the whole library, there was no sign of her. She must have gotten off already, I thought to myself. I walked up to the main desk near the front of the library where there was a lady working who looked like she was in her early to mid-fifties.

          “Excuse me” I spoke in her direction. As soon as I said that, in the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the young librarian walking down an aisle. “Uh, never mind” I said to the lady at the desk as I rushed off after the young librarian.

          “Hey” I yelled out as I got closer to her.

          “Yes, may I help you?” she asked with sternness in her voice and a dismantled look on her face.

          “Um, I was hoping that we can talk and get acquainted with one another.”

          “I don’t think so. I was just leaving.”

          Desperately, I thought of something to say. “Let me gather my things and I'll walk you out” I uttered. “Is that ok with you?”

          “I suppose that will be fine”, she responded looking me square in the eyes.

          “Oh, I'm Romel by the way, and you are…?” I said, dragging my words out and extending my hand.

          “I’m Nique” she replied as she grasped my hand. Her hand felt soft and very smooth. The texture made me inquisitive as to rather or not the rest of her body felt the same way.

          “Well Nique, let me collect my belongings, and I'll be right back” I said before darting off.

          When I returned, Nique was standing near the exit. I opened the door for her and we walked out into the brisk fall air.

          “Did you drive here?” I asked.

           “Yes, my car is at the far end of the parking lot.”

          We reached Nique’s car, a green hatchback. Sharing a bit of small talk with her for a few minutes, I finally got the nerve to ask for her number. After giving it to me, still feeling brave, I asked if I could see her later that night. She gave me a “don’t press your luck” kind of look and told me to just call. Can you really blame a fella for trying? We embraced. Then Nique got into her car and drove off as I stood watching.

          Later that night, I called Nique up. We must have stayed on the phone for about three hours before deciding to turn in. I asked if I could spend some time with her one day during the weekend. She claimed to be busy with family who were in town visiting. Telling me that she had to be at the library on Monday to get some work done, she suggested that I meet her there.

 

 

          Monday could not have come fast enough for me. Nique had told me to meet her around closing time, so I arrived at the library around a quarter till eight. As I walked in, people were scurrying out. I found Nique putting up what seemed to be the last of some books that were in her hand. She gave a slight smile upon seeing me. Motioning for me to follow her, Nique turned and walked away. She went down an extended aisle of books, made a right, and headed towards the back of the library. Nique came to a halt near a door with a lit sign above it that read ‘exit’.   

          “Wh…what are you doing?” I asked stuttering.

          Nique looked at me with an intense stare on her face. “Shhhh, come here” she whispered.

          When I got within arm’s reach, Nique grabbed onto me by my shirt, surprising me, and pulling me closer to her. Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled down on me forcing my face closer to hers, and kissed me forcibly. The initial shock had me frozen, but somehow my hands found their way onto her waistline. Pulling her body even closer to mine, I could feel the blood pounding from my heart and racing to a destination below my waist. Nique stopped the kiss abruptly and stared me square in the eyes. Her hands slid from around my neck and onto the handle of the door. Pushing her backside against the door and tugging at me, Nique led me into a dimly lit stairwell and down one flight of stairs onto an odd shaped platform. She leaped up on the metal guard rail and stared at me intently while slowly and seductively unbuttoning her blouse revealing a black laced bra. I wanted her, but did I want her in the stairwell? I’ve never done anything like this before. What if someone walks in? What if it’s the police and we get arrested?

          I take a step towards Nique, then another and another. The closer I got to her, the more she spread her legs causing her skirt to rise further and further up her thighs. I reached out to her placing my hands on her waist and then moving them onto her back. Her skin was soft like that of satin. She flashed an infectious smile, which lead me to sucking on her lower lip. With heavy panting, we kissed and caressed one another. Our hands touched, squeezed, rubbed, and searched. Suddenly we heard a door open from about two flights up disrupting our intimate moment. We remained still and quiet until the door closed again and until we were sure that the coast was clear. Nique slid down from the guard rail.

          “Come on” she said as she started climbing the stairs.

 

 

          I followed Nique out of the door in which we had entered. The library was dark and everyone was gone, including the staff. Nique took my hand and led me across the library to a table that sat oddly, smack dead in the center of the library. Nique sat on the table. I stood there watching her not knowing what to do. What if the person we heard in the stairwell was still here?

          Nique leaned back on the table lifting her feet up on the edge revealing her vagina to me. Wow, no panties! Looking at me, she placed her hand on her inner thigh, slowly moving it down until it reached her sweet spot. Inserting a finger, she moved it in and out, with a pace that had the temperature in my pants to a boiling point. Panting and moaning, Nique’s finger emerged from her wet spot. She placed it in her mouth twirled her tongue around it and sucked on the juices. As if on cue, I removed my shirt and approached the tempting young lady whom I was desiring. Standing at the edge of the table, I looked down upon the thick young librarian who still had her glasses on. Her still wearing those glasses was turning me on more than me watching her touch herself. Nique sat upright on the table. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants while still looking at me. I stepped out of my shoes and sox. Staring me in the eyes, simultaneously, Nique pulled my pants and boxers down to my knees, using her feet to pull them down the rest of the way. Sitting up with her legs hanging off of the table, she placed her hand on my chest, kneading it rhythmically, and massaged my scrotum with the other. Looking down, Nique admired her handy work that was going on below. My erection was staring back at her begging for attention. Moving her face closer to His Royal Highness and opening her mouth, Nique stopped within a half an inch from him and retreated. Reaching into a hidden slot on her skirt, Nique produced a condom packet. Relieving the condom of its constraints, she pinched the tip, and with precision, unrolled it onto me.

          “Take me” Nique ordered. I unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, and threw it to the floor. Nique took it upon herself to undo her bra, setting free the prettiest pair of breasts that I have ever laid eyes on. I tugged at her skirt, removing it along with her flats. She looked astonishing sitting there on the table. Moving closer to her, my erection was centered between her legs. Nique laid back, her gluteus to the edge of the table. I lifted her legs, placing them on my shoulders. I rubbed the back of my hand against Nique’s cheek, down the side of her neck, over her nipples, down the center of her stomach, slightly across her vagina, and onto my manhood. With my erection in hand, I guided it towards Nique’s entrance and slid inside of her slowly and smoothly. I began my motion, in and out of her. Letting out a sigh, Nique’s lower body began to gyrate, catching on to my rhythm with perfect timing. With each stroke, her love cave contracted around me, massaging my manhood, and sending me into a euphoric state incomparable to anything that I've ever felt before. I placed one hand on the table beside her and the other on her breast, pulling, pressing, and squeezing it as I pushed on.

          “Ahh, yes Romel, let me have it” Nique spieled out, her head faced to the side of the table. With Nique urging me on, my pace quickened. Grabbing the edge of the table, Nique panted and moaned, taking every bit of me that I was throwing her way. By this time, I had forgotten all about the person that we heard while in the stairwell. My focus was on this sexy being sprawled out in front of me.

          Nique leaned up, resting on her elbows. Watching me work her middle section over, she then pushed me away on my upstroke causing me to withdraw from her. In one swift motion, Nique sprung from the table and onto her feet, doing an about-face. Leaning over and grasping the table, she spread her legs and took a few steps back, her butt barely touching me. I stood still for a moment in awe of the spread that she had on her. Her tender spot peering at me, creamy, and mine for the taking.    

          Feeling my hand rub her behind and down to her panocha, Nique braced herself. I placed two fingers inside of her, moving them in, out, and around. They were quickly sopped by her juices. Pulling my fingers out yieldingly, and using them as a reference point, I infiltrated Nique’s walls of pleasure. Letting out a slight grunt, I plummeted in and out of her. Much to my delight, Nique bounced up and down on my pogo stick.

          As Nique and I were going at it, something on the table caught my eye. It was a book, a book by O’ TheWriter. How convenient I thought, laughing to myself. Careful, not to break my stride, I reached for the book. I placed it onto Nique’s lower back, pressing down on it with both hands. Still giving Nique backshots, I lifted the book from her back.

          WHAP!!! I hit Nique on her rear end with the book. The hit sounded off, echoing and sending shockwaves throughout her body. WHAP… WHAP… WHAP!!! I hit Nique with the book again, and again, and again. Her arms began to weaken. WHAP!!! I hit Nique one more time. Her arms gave way causing Nique to collapse onto the table in convulsions releasing her love juices on and around my erection.

          I stood motionless, letting Nique bask in glorious moment. Recovering from her convulsions, Nique instructed me to sit in a nearby chair that looked like a Lazy Boy recliner that belonged in a home somewhere. As I sat in the chair, Nique waltzed over to me flashing a unique smile that was enhanced by her dimples. Her lack of height made the thickness of her frame that much more appealing. There was no doubt in my mind that Nique was sexy, and I wanted her.

          “I'm about to make quick work of you” Nique said, straddling me with her legs dangling off of the arm rests of the chair. Leaning forward with her breasts within close proximity of my gaping mouth, Nique reached for the back of the chair. I clench onto the nipple of her left bust, sucking on it like a calf that was famine. Nique began her ride on top my totem pole. She took me in with ease, moving nothing but her hips. I place my palms on her behind, giving her that extra lift that she needs. Nique was now pouncing on me. I began to meet her gestures with movements of my own. Groans escape from the back of my throat. My breathing intensified but my mouth was still latched on to her nipple, and my tongue encircling it. Nique leaned back causing her breast to become free from my grip. Placing her left hand behind her onto my right leg and her right hand around the back of my neck, Nique began grinding me with amazing force. I could feel my buildup nearing the tip of my penis. Locking my fingers together behind Nique’s lower back, I stood up and turn around, holding Nique and facing the chair. Her legs around my waist, Nique lean back with her hands in the chair. I thrust into her forcibly over and over again. Nique started squealing. I'm grunting and thrusting.

          “I'm cumming again” she yells out.

          “Me too” I reply back.

          “Hold it……. I'm there” Nique says as she tenses up and lets go once again.

          “I'm cumming Nique, I'm cumming” I blurt out.

          “Pull out” Nique instructs with authority.

          I pull out and release Nique from my grasp. Hastily, she unrolls the condom from my throbbing erectile just in time for the explosion of hot, malted semen. Nique takes my shlong into her hand and jacks it, allowing it to ejaculate onto her chin and chest. My legs weaken. Nique leans back into the chair as I lean forward resting against the chair’s back. Nique still has me in her hand, smearing the puddle of cum on her chin and breasts with the head of my tingling penis.

I pause for a moment to unwind from my climax. We both go to the restroom to freshen up and sneak out of the library unnoticed.

I tried getting in touch with Nique that whole week to no avail. Towards the end of the week, I decided to go to the library in search of her. I looked around, but didn’t spot her anywhere.

“Excuse me ma'am” I said to an older looking woman standing behind the desk, “I’m looking for a young lady who works here. Her name is Nique.”

The lady behind the desk gave me a puzzling look before responding, telling me that no one by that name nor that description works there. I persist with my questions. The lady goes as far as to asking a manager to help verify who I am looking for. Come to find out, Nique really didn’t work there.

It’s been four years since that sensational night at the library. Needless to say, I have never heard from, seen, or ran into Nique since then. I have never told anyone of my mysterious encounter with Nique, the Mythical Librarian; for fear that no one would believe such a story.

            Looking you (the reader) in your eyes and asking, “DO YOU BELIEVE?”