The Library

Chapter 26

 LIBRARY

“It’s such a beautiful day, for my lunch break I think I’ll take my apple and sit in front of the Library.” I announce to Mr. Bird (Mr. Creepy). “Is that ok or do you need me to finish this categorizing first?” Standing up I spread my fingers over my magenta jersey knit dress to smooth it, and then realize he’s staring at my boobs so, I quickly cross my arms.

“No, I’ll finish up here. You go ahead.”

I walk up the stairs of the gallery and out the side door towards the library. Only 5 hours till I meet Jack for our week end away and I feel a nervous knot start to arise in the pit of my stomach. Jack has got me in a tornado of anxiousness. Is he too good to be true? Taking me for coffee before on Monday, meeting me for dinner on Tuesday, bringing me coffee at work on Wednesday and stopping by Thursday just to kiss me good night, something has to be wrong with him. This just can't be happening. Concentration on anything has been extremely difficult today, to say the least. I’ve never felt this way before, happy, restless, absent minded, giddy and anxious all at once. As I approach the library there are already a handful of people sitting there, eating lunch, feeding the birds and just taking in the sun. It feels great to get out of the stuffy old basement and move. Two young men are grooving on their guitars, playing a real bluesy riff.

“Lib?”

I turn around and there he is looking better than should be legal, in a fine pin striped navy suit, a crisp white shirt and great brown shoes. “Wow you look sharp! Nice shoes and what kind of watch are you wearing today” grabbing his wrist I look down and back up again, playing this game we started, smoothing my hand over his.

“Timex, plain Jane," he laughs. "This is a great color on you.” His arms swarm me in a so welcome embrace.

 “What are you doing here?”

“I was just getting a Jappa Dog for lunch and thought I’d sit here to eat it.”

“Yum! We can have lunch together then! Terrific!”

“There’s a spot right over there, you sit and I’ll get lunch. Did you want one? My treat!”

“Ok, sure.” I answer looking down at my apple.

“I’ll be right back.” He returns with two terimayo hot dogs, “These are my absolute favorite. Here” He hands me one.

“It looks delicious, thank you.” I take a bite trying to be ladylike. I know this is going to be messy. Sauce and seaweed is oozing out of the bun. One more bite and he’s grinning at me from ear to ear.

“What?”

“Don’t move.”

I freeze and he wipes at the corner of my mouth with his index finger, lapping up some sauce, then “open.” He demands. Pushing his finger into my mouth, I close my lips around it and swirl my tongue over his finger. Shit, that’s erotic. He pulls his finger out and stares at me with his mouth open, one eye brow raised.

“Who knew hot dogs could be sexy.” He smiles a full face smile and I blush from head to toe.

“You’re brighter than your dress,” he winks.

Tilting my chin down I take another bite and look up at him through my lashes, feeling very shy and pretty lubricated. He takes a bite and some sauce is on the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve got some…” I motion to the corner of his mouth wiggling my pointing finger, looking into his eyes, “sauce.”

“It’s yours Baby.”

Wow! I lean up, open my mouth and suck at the corner of his mouth. “Mmm, you taste awesome.” I whisper into his mouth. He turns mouth open and kisses me.  We pull apart and suddenly my appetite is gone. I’m lost in a sea of lust.

“Baby, that was nice. Still hungry?” he asks, mischievously.

“Not for food.” I giggle.

“Come with me, Miss.” Hurried he grabs my hand, tosses the rest of my dog into the trash and leads me into the library. Walking past the metal detectors, check-out counter and the magazines he stops just outside the bathroom. “Wait here.” He goes inside the handicapped bathroom and then peeks out, “Come on in Baby.” Oh my god, are we going to do what I think we’re going to do? Excitement building, I quickly glance around and tear inside. He locks the door and we are all mouths and hands. Fondling and kissing, fuck I’ve never done anything like this before it’s so forbidden. I’m ready right now.

“I hope you don’t absolutely need these.” He’s pulling my panties.

“No,” I answer breathlessly. Instantly there ripped away.  I retaliate by undoing his belt, button, hooking my thumbs in both, his pants and boxer’s waist band , then together pushing them down, freeing him.

 “Hook your legs around me.”

“Ok” panting

 “Ready Baby?”

“Yes!”

“This is going to be quick.”

And in one swift move his inside me. “You are ready.” He has an evil grin on his face.

“Oh, Jack. Yes, I want this.”

Together we move like a well-rehearsed dance. Together, apart, together, apart, with such passion and desperation at the same time. His hands firmly under  the crest of my thighs, moving me back and forth. My arms wrap around  his shoulders giving me leverage to meet him thrust for thrust. He moves so deep inside me but, I feel like I can’t get enough of him. It won’t take long I feel that deep sensation of heaviness way down inside.

“Be quick Baby.”

“OH GOD!” that was all I needed to bring to the edge.

“Shah, hush.” His mouth is on mine. I feel his release and together we shake, clinging to each other.

“Jack,” I can barely speak.

“Shh, we are in a library for God sakes.”

We both let out a snicker and my muscles contract forcing him out.
“Oh!”

 “I’m going to put you down, Sweetie.

“Ok” He lets go of my legs and slides me to the floor, his hands rest on my now bare bottom. I feel his mouth on my forehead, kissing me sweetly. I close my eyes and relish the moment and its entirety.

“Fuck, I still have to go back to work.” Grabbing his hand, I look at his Plain Jane Timex. Ten more minutes of lunch remaining.

Yanking a bunch of paper towels he hands me some and proceeds to wipe himself. Thank god for paper towels.

“Man alive, I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Let’s get you back to work.” He’s pulled everything up and is already doing up his belt. “I’ll walk you back.”

“Ok” I straighten my dress and Jack brushes my hair out of my face.

Together we leave the washroom and stroll nonchalantly to the exit, nobody seems the wiser. Like nothing out of the ordinary took place. Jack is dressed the same, perfect, not a hair out of place or if they were you'd never know. I look the same except for the fact I now have to go to work without under wear and I feel like everyone can tell. Shit. Note to self, be prepared! I let out a giggle as we exit the building.

We walk up the top of the stairs in front of the gallery and he pulls me back, puts his hand on my jaw and kisses me intimately.

“Can I give you a ride after work, should I pick you up?”

“I’d love that, Jack.”

“I’ll be right out front,” he points to a spot directly in front. “Have a great afternoon.”

“Bye” I walk inside and down the stairs to the basement and take my chair at the computer desk.

“How was lunch?” Mr. Bird asks. “You look flushed; I hope you didn’t have to rush.”

“No, I was ok for time. I had a Japadog.” I laugh at the thought secretly inside.

“Mmm. Those are so good!”

“Me too. Delicious.”