Mark Smith
Turned on librarian
CHAPTER ONE
Beth Paisely fidgeted and looked at the clock for the third time in fifteen minutes. It was ten-thirty; only half an hour to go. The library was almost empty now, but she knew better than to suggest to Lisa that they close up early. Little Miss Stuffy would never go for that; everything had to be by the book. Beth sighed quietly.
'You're really hot to get out of here, aren't you?' Lisa asked when she heard Beth's almost inaudible sigh.
'Why? Don't you like it here?'
Beth turned to Lisa and made a face. Lisa just shook her head and went back to the book she was reading. Frigid little bitch, Beth thought as she looked at Lisa. No wonder you like it in this place; I bet you never once had a man's cock in your…
Lisa looked up as someone came in through the outer doors and approached the desk, and Beth turned to see who it was.
Wow.
Now this was more like it.
The man who had just come in was tall, and from the way he carried himself it seemed obvious that he was an athlete. His face was ruggedly handsome, and when he smiled Beth could feel herself beginning to melt somewhere deep inside her body.
'I'm looking for the special collection room. Can you tell me where it is?'
Lisa started to reply, but Beth was way ahead of her.
'I'll show you,' she said, and was out from behind the desk before Lisa had a chance to object.
The man, at any rate, didn't seem to have any objections.
As she watched Beth led the stranger away, Lisa had to light down het irritation. Beth was so obvious! Didn't she ever think about anything else? As the man followed his guide to the stain, Lisa could sense that his eyes were locked firmly on Beth's softly swaying ass.
Slut!
Lisa went back to her book.
Why did Beth irritate her so much? The question kept forcing itself in front of the page until finally Lisa closed the book in disgust. What time was it?
Ten forty-five. Where was Beth? Lisa looked around the library and noticed for the first time that everyone on the first floor was gone; she was alone. She'd given Beth another two minutes, but that was it. Then she was going up after her.
The two minutes passed uneventfully. Her irritation growing, Lisa walked out from behind the desk and headed for the stairs. The special collection room was on the third floor.
As she emerged from the stairway into the stacks on the third flood, Lisa could suddenly sense that something was going on. But what? She couldn't say for certain; it was just a vague but nonetheless powerful feeling.
The room that Beth had been taking the man to was all the way back in one corner of the floor. Like the other cubicles along the walls, it was glass-end enclosed with drapes along the inside wall.
Usually the drapes were left open unless there was a conference or something going on inside.
But right now the drapes were closed.
Or almost closed. Right in the middle where they, came together, there was a slight gap of just a couple of inches.
Lisa's hand was on the doorknob when she paused. There were sounds coming from the room.
Half ashamed of herself and not fully understanding why she was doing it, Lisa withdrew her hand from the knob and walked a few steps along the glass wall until she was even with the gap in the drapery. Then she looked inside.
Lisa gasped out loud at what she saw.
Beth was half undressed, her sweater thrown on the conference fable behind her, while the man was frantically tearing at the clasp to her corduroy pants.
All her training told her to look away, but somehow Lisa couldn't tear her eyes away from what she was seeing. It was incredible! Here… in the library!
Beth's tits were bouncing wildly as she pushed herself back onto the conference table, and Lisa found her eyes drawn as if by a magnet to the soft white mounds with the large, brown nipples.
Then suddenly the man pulled hard and Beth's pants came down around her ankles, revealing her long slim legs. The only thing left now were her panties, and within ten seconds they, too, were on the floor.
Beth was completely naked.
For a frozen moment nothing happened as the man looked down on the naked girl beneath him. Even through all her shock Lisa could tell one thing; Beth's body was every bit as good as any one she had ever seen.
The man started forward, but Beth suddenly held out a hand. Then she smiled, and directed the man to fuck away. He looked confused, out acquiesced willingly enough, his eyes never leaving the soft brown triangle of Beth's cunt.
Lisa could see that Beth was saying something, but she couldn't make out the words. But whatever it was, it apparently satisfied the man, because he smiled and leaned back into one of the large overstuffed chairs placed around the room.
Then Beth, to Lisa's total horror, began to finger herself. Right in front of the man. It was insane.
First she took her hand and ran it along the inside of one smooth, silky thigh. Then slowly she began to let it slide up the inside of her leg until finally the fingers rested at the entrance of her pussy.
Even through the glass, Lisa could see the dewy buds of moisture standing at the entrance to Beth's cunt, and it was obvious that Beth knew that this, more than anything else, was turning the man on.
Using only her first two fingers, Beth spread apart the lips of her cunt, revealing the rich red moistness within. The man squirmed in his seat, but did not move. He was obviously enjoying the show.
Then quickly one of her other fingers darted inside, plunging deep into the hungry folds, emerging a moment later with a shimmering coat of Beth's cunt juice covering it.
Again the man squirmed.
Then Beth gracefully slid off the table and quickly covered the two steps to the chair. Provocatively, tantalizingly, she waved her honey covered finger in the man's face. For a moment he put up with it, smelling, the fragrance of her passion, but then quickly he reached out, grabbed her hand, and plunged the moist finger into his eager mouth.
But quickly Beth pulled her, finger back out. She obviously was intent on remaining in control of what was happening, and the man was going to have to play it her way.
Dropping to her knees in front of the man, Beth began to unbuckle his pants. Her fingers moved quickly, expertly, and in a few moments his trousers were down around his knees, revealing what seemed to Lisa to be an incredibly large bulge in the man's shorts.
No! It couldn't be that large!
But it was.
Even more quickly, almost feverishly now that her lust was fully aroused by the sight of the man's prick beneath the confining material, Beth jerked the shorts down.
Lisa gasped.
She wanted to turn away, to run down to the safety and security of the desk below, but somehow she couldn't move. It was as if her body were rooted to the floor where she stood, and her eyes were rooted to the
