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In
the Archives
The
trolley holding the return library books was
filling quickly. Claire glanced over, thinking
she had better place the books back onto the
shelves, before it got even busier. Towards the
weekend, more people came in to find books to
relax with on their days away from work. Claire
had always loved books, so when she managed to
land a job in her local library, she couldn’t
believe her luck. She had done pretty well at
school because of her love to read, and had left
school with 9 O levels. The trouble was the job
hadn’t required qualifications to that extent.
She was aware that her knowledge was going to
waste. Luckily she no longer lived with her
parents; they had wanted something more for her.
Claire enjoyed the job, so she intended to stay.
She loved to watch the different types of people
and the sort of books they chose to read.
Especially the young men.
Or one man in particular.
She wondered if he would be in today. The
thought of him made her feel excited inside,
sending a pulsing wave of desire through her.
What if he didn’t come in today? She tried not
to think of that possibility. Her desire for him
was so much that she ached inside at the thought
of being without him. Claire had started earlier
this morning, wanting that little time by
herself just to think. Amongst the older books,
in the reference section, she would sit, taking
in the odour of the leather covers, the musty
pages. She had first discovered the smell of
books whilst she was exploring her Grandfathers
house. At the age of 8, it had made an
impression on her that she was unable to forget.
From that moment on, her passion for manuscripts
had increased. Her whole
life seemed to be dominated by her love
of books, but she was careful not to bore other
people with the subject.
She even thought that she had found somebody to
share that love with her. Then a book was placed
on the counter in front of her, to be stamped,
jolting her out of her daydream. She thought for
a moment that it was he and looked up quickly,
expecting to see his smiling face.
It wasn’t him.
An old gentleman with a walking stick stood
waiting impatiently. His frustration apparent in
the whole of his manner. ‘Come on girl, less
of this wasting time. Bloody young ‘uns.’
Ignoring him, she hurriedly stamped the book,
and watched him walk towards the exit door,
keeping her eyes on it for a moment to see if he
would walk through. The desire she felt inside
now was starting to burn her up. Claire thought
it best if she placed all the returns on the
shelves, try and take her mind off him. There
was one part of the library that Claire liked to
go, especially when she was feeling nostalgic.
Right at the back, there was an archive of some
of the oldest book in the country. Although it
was open to the public, very few came down
there. It held some rare books and the rules
stated that staff was to be in the vicinity at
all times. She loved this place even more than
the library itself. It was quiet, and though a
little bit musty; it was kept free of dust. A
couple of chairs h!
ad been placed as a token, but were seldom used.
Placing the last of the books on the shelf, she
wandered down to the archive. It was dark, so
sunlight didn’t fade the, already old, pages.
She lovingly ran her fingers over a line of
books, enjoying the smell and touch.
She was so engrossed in the feel of the books;
she failed to notice the man at the end of the
shelves. He suddenly came out of the shadows,
and grabbed her wrist. Claire gasped, wondering
what was happening for a moment, and then she
saw it was he. He was here. She hadn’t even
seen him come in. Now, he was so close to her,
she could hardly breathe. His fingers evoked a
reaction in her, that she was unable to control.
Her heart began to beat wildly, accelerating
with each second he held her. “I didn’t see
you coming in.” she started to say, but he
gently placed a finger on her lips. There was no
time for talk.
She looked into his eyes, wanting to see his
objective. His gaze was intense, reaching into
her very soul. She felt vulnerable, but
strangely, aroused at the same time. Her lips
parted slightly, in anticipation of his kiss.
Bending slowly, he placed his arms under her
legs and lifted her up. He carried her further
into the archives, so they could not be seen by
anyone entering. Claire knew that someone would
be soon missing her in the library, but she was
powerless to resist his attentions. Never before
had she felt like this. Her whole body was
tingling with pleasure and anticipation. He
gently placed her back down, and guided her to a
table. Turning her around so she was bent over,
he lifted up her skirt. His hands wandered
freely over her black stockings, touching the
softness at the top of her thighs. She threw her
head back with the feel of his touch. She could
feel the heat and wetness between her legs
increased, as moved aside her panties. Kneeling
behind her, he care!
ssed her buttocks, parting them to enable his
tongue to access the tight hole of her arse.
Claire found it hard to keep still as his warm,
wet tongue ran rings round the hole. She needed
him inside her now. The ache was so strong
inside her loins; her whole body was demanding
release.
He found his way to the entrance of her now
sopping pussy. He groaned, as he tasted her
juices, wanting and needing more of her. He
began to tease her clit, rubbing and sucking
gently. She moaned with ecstasy as he pulled her
panties down, spreading her legs wider to allow
him closer. His hands moved up her legs, to meet
round her middle. Pulling himself up he then
released her breasts from the fabric of her bra.
Her nipples were already erect and they were
soon responding even more to his touch. Claire
leant her head back against his shoulders, as
his lips nibbled at her neck and her jaw line.
She could feel his cock straining against her
cunt. She so badly wanted him; she pushed her
arse into his groin. With one hand, he undid his
flies and released his hot, swollen cock,
already leaking semen. Reaching round behind her
with one hand, Claire took hold of his cock and
began to rub her hand up and down the shaft.
With each of his groans she pumped harder, until
he had no choice but to push his cock deep into
her pussy. His balls slapped against the cheeks
of her arse, as he made each powerful thrust.
He grabbed hold of her breasts, squeezing them
hard, as he rode her. Blood was pumping hard
into Claire’s brain, heightening the pleasure
and making her dizzy. His cock felt so good
inside her, like it belonged there. She wished
that it could go on forever. As he felt his
orgasm rise, he pumped harder and faster,
wanting to get deeper inside her. Intense
feelings started in his balls, consuming them;
it steadily rose up his thick shaft to end in a
massive climax, forcing him to cry out. He shot
his load, high and deep into her pussy, until he
felt the dull ache, underneath, as his balls
emptied.
Pulling out, he then spun Claire around and
lifted her up until, she was sitting on the
table with her legs dangling down. He forced her
knees to bend, and pushing her back so she was
lying down and he feasted on her pussy. He
plunged his tongue up where his cock had been
only seconds before, exploring the walls of her
vagina and tasting her own fluids. With his lips
he sucked and nibbled at her clit, until she was
writhing around with the pleasure. She lifted
her hips so his hands could reach under her arse.
He buried his head, further into her mound,
enjoying the response he produced in her. He
wanted her to come so hard, so that she cried
out like he had. Claire could feel the start of
her orgasm, deep in her loins. The heat was so
intense and the feelings so strong, she thought
she would explode. She could feel the build up,
stronger it grew until she could bear it no
longer. She couldn’t help but scream as the
waves flooded through her body, leaving her
drained and exhausted.
She became aware of his face inches from her
own. Smiling he said: ‘Hi, my name is Pete.
Please to meet you.’ Claire lifted herself up,
so she supported her weight on her elbows.
Holding out her hand, she couldn’t help but
laugh. ‘I’m Claire, if you didn’t already
know.’ Pointing to her name tag on her blouse,
he obviously did already know. Retrieving her
panties from around her ankles, Claire planted
her feet back on the floor. She suddenly found
herself flushing, as the realization of what
they had been up to, came apparent. ‘I don’t
normally make a habit of this sort of thing with
strange women, but you got me so incredibly
horny, I couldn’t resist.’
He was rearranging himself in his trousers as he
spoke, so was not able to see the expression on
Claire’s face in response to his words. She
didn’t know what to say in reply, so she made
to leave to get back to her work. She was sure
that someone was wondering where she had got to.
As she passed him, he grabbed hold of her wrist
again. His grip was tight and she was unable to
remove herself. He looked in her eyes so he
could see her reaction and lowered his voice.
‘I’d like to see you again…’ He left the
question open. Claire nodded her reply. She
found that she was unable to talk. She did want
to see him again. She wasn’t in the habit of
picking up strange men either, but he was
different. He brought her desires to life.
‘Call me,’ she whispered. ‘My number is on
the board in the main building.’ Loosening his
grip, he allowed her to leave. She carefully
made her way back to work, slightly stiffer than
went she had left all those minutes ago. She
half expected some questions from her friends,
but everything seemed eerily the same as when
she had left.
Even Pete had disappeared.
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