A woman who is addicted to work and finds herself again after taking a libido-enhancing drug that opens her to experiences that reshape her understanding of desire and satisfaction. After this encounter, she will never be the same again.
The Librarian
Part 1 - The Awakening
The story is about a woman who is addicted to work and finds herself again after taking a libido-enhancing drug that opens her to experiences that reshape her understanding of desire and satisfaction. After this encounter, she will never be the same again.
Sex starts in Chapter Six.
Chapter 1:
Evelyn's apartment was suffused with a warm morning light that filtered in through the curtains. She moved about her bedroom, her graceful movements evidence of her poise and confidence. Her roommate, Lisa, was seated on the edge of the bed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she observed Evelyn's morning routine.
"So, Evelyn," Lisa began, her tone casual but the twinkle in her eyes giving away her intentions, "did you happen to hear anything interesting last night?"
Evelyn arched an eyebrow, her lips quirking up in response to Lisa's knowing expression. "Oh, you mean those moans and screams begging to be fucked harder coming from your room?"
Lisa chuckled, leaning back on her hands. "Guilty as charged."
Evelyn's laughter joined Lisa's. "Well, I'm glad someone's enjoying their personal time."
Lisa rolled her eyes playfully. "I mean, it's been a while, you know? Work has been crazy, and let's face it, the dating scene has been rather dull."
Evelyn nodded in agreement. "True, it's not like the library is exactly a hub for romance. And honestly, I just haven’t been interested in dating lately."
Lisa's smile turned mischievous. "Or desire, for that matter."
Evelyn gave her a doubtful look. "Desire?"
Lisa's expression turned secretive, and she leaned in a little closer. "Well, let's just say I found something that might spice things up a bit."
Evelyn's curiosity was piqued. "Spice things up? What are you talking about? I just haven’t found anyone interesting that’s all"
Lisa reached into her bag and pulled out a small bottle. She held it up for Evelyn to see. "It's a supplement. A friend recommended it to me. Says it's like an energy boost for your libido. Look, if you haven’t found anyone interesting in the past 2 years then maybe the problem is inside of you - that’s all I’m saying."
Evelyn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Are you serious?"
Lisa grinned and nodded. "Absolutely. Shit, it worked for me, right! You know what? I dare you to try it today before you get to the library."
Evelyn burst into laughter, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable, Lisa. I can't believe you're suggesting this."
Lisa shrugged. "Come on, Evelyn. It's all in good fun. And hey, who knows? Maybe it'll be an interesting day at the library."
Evelyn couldn't help but chuckle at Lisa's playful enthusiasm. "Fine, fine. I'll play along. But you owe me if anything goes awry."
Lisa's laughter filled the room. "Deal."
As the two friends shared a laugh, Evelyn finished getting ready for work, mentally preparing herself for what promised to be an unusually intriguing day at the library. She had always cherished the calm and quiet of her workplace, finding solace in its serene atmosphere. But today, it seemed, things might take an unexpected turn.
With a wry smile and a sense of anticipation, Evelyn headed out for her job at the library, little knowing that the day would hold more surprises than she had bargained for.
Chapter 2:
In the heart of the bustling university campus stood a grand multi-level library. Evelyn believed in the sanctity of the library. To her, the shelves were more than mere compartments for books; they were a temple of knowledge, deserving of utmost respect. And so, she upheld strict rules that transformed her domain into a realm of silence and order. Those who dared to disrupt the peace faced Evelyn's formidable glare, capable of freezing even the boldest of souls.
Evelyn stepped into the library, her presence a subtle command that seemed to quiet the space around her. Clad in a fitted pencil skirt that accentuated her curves and a crisp white blouse that hinted at the allure beneath her professional exterior, she exuded an aura of both authority and sensuality. Her attire was a carefully chosen blend of sophistication and allure, a magnetic force that drew gazes even in the hushed corners of the library. Despite being 45, Evelyn embraced her responsibility with the fervor of a novice.
The soft click of her high heels resonated against the polished floor as she moved with purpose, each step a measured assertion of her confidence. Her chestnut-colored hair was pulled up into a bun but long tendril strands of wavy hair fell framing her face. Her hazel eyes glowed behind the thin veil of her glasses that perched on the edge of her nose magnifying her stern gaze sparkling with intelligence and intrigue.
But it wasn't just her appearance that commanded attention. It was the way she carried herself, an air of poised elegance that hinted at a hidden depth of passion. Her lips painted a bold shade of crimson, curved into a hint of a smile as she greeted the library's patrons, her voice a velvet touch that could soothe even the most agitated of souls.
Evelyn's presence was more than just a librarian. It was a symphony of contradictions—prim and proper, yet with an undertone of wildness; reserved, yet simmering with an unspoken desire. Her enigmatic allure was a riddle that intrigued those who crossed her path, a promise of something beyond the pages of the books that lined the shelves.
Chapter 3:
In the tranquil university library, where a serene hush enveloped the book stacks, Evelyn was engrossed in her meticulous task of cataloging new acquisitions. The muted shuffling of pages and the occasional soft cough were the only sounds that dared to disturb the sanctuary of silence.
However, on this particular morning, a disruptive presence shattered the peace. A boy's voice, buoyant and boisterous, suddenly pierced the tranquil ambiance, his words reverberating through the rows of books. Evelyn's lips tightened into a displeased line, her brow furrowing as agitation stirred within her. It was the last thing she wanted to deal with amidst her realm of order and quiet contemplation.
As her eyes lifted to locate the source of the commotion, she observed a young man with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. He stood amidst the book stacks, his voice booming as he attempted to woo a girl with his flirtatious banter. Evelyn's disapproval deepened as she observed the girl's stifled giggles, her reluctance melting away under the boy's persistent charms.
The disruption he caused tested her patience, yet she couldn't help but notice his masculine charm as she watched the paradox of power and attraction that played out before her. She watched as he leaned casually against a nearby shelf, a stance that exuded nonchalant confidence. His proximity to the young woman he had been flirting with created an electric tension, the charged air thick with unspoken attraction. His appearance, a blend of youthful energy and a hint of self-assured charm made him stand out in a crowd. With a tousle of unruly hair that hinted at his rebellious spirit, his strong jawline, and expressive eyes that seemed to hold a spark of mischief.
With a sense of duty and resolve, Evelyn strode purposefully toward the scene, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. The boy's attempts to captivate the girl had elicited a sense of irritation that burned like a smoldering ember within her. As she reached their vicinity, she allowed her stern gaze to settle upon the boy's face, her presence demanding attention.
"Excuse me," she addressed him, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. "This is a library, a place of quiet and respect for learning. Your voice is disruptive and disrespectful to the others who are here to study." Her words were laced with an edge of authority, each syllable enunciated with precision.
The girl's giggles had waned into nervous titters, and as Evelyn's reprimand resounded, the space between the boy's charms and her reprimand created a rift that revealed the girl's hesitation. The boy's confident demeanor faltered, his expression shifting from suave assurance to flustered surprise.
"I... I didn't realize," he stammered, caught off guard by the librarian's stern intervention. His voice, once booming, had now dwindled into an uncertain murmur.
“What is your name?” she said as if cataloging his name to ensure he understood the rules of the library and didn’t have to have this conversation with him again.
“Mike…My name is Mike,” he said feeling the guilt of breaking the rules weighing down on him.
Evelyn's gaze remained unyielding, her expectation clear. "Mike, it's essential to respect the atmosphere of the library," she continued, her tone unwavering. "Please keep your conversations at a considerate volume and allow everyone to study in peace."
The boy's initial attempts to charm had been thwarted by the librarian's firm reminder of the library's purpose. He shifted uncomfortably, chastened by the encounter. Evelyn's unyielding stance had abruptly halted his hopes of landing a catch through his smooth words.
Evelyn's thoughts flickered briefly to her own experience of youthful encounters and the thrill of being pursued. The sparks that seemed to fly between Mike and the young woman held a familiar energy, one that she could understand and appreciate on a deeper level. Evelyn couldn’t help but scan Mike, his bulging muscles and charisma were difficult to ignore.
Flustered and slightly embarrassed, Mike nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, ma'am. I apologize," he muttered, his earlier bravado diminished in the face of Evelyn's sternness.
Evelyn's reprimand quelled the disruption but she was not satisfied. As the girl and the boy attempted to resume their muted conversation, Evelyn's presence lingered like a guardian of the library's serenity, ensuring that the pursuit of knowledge could continue undisturbed. The girl, uncomfortable from the librarian's seriousness took the opportunity to escape the charms of the young man. As the young girl left, Evelyn smiled. Her intimidation worked and she returned the library to peace.
Mike's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he watched the librarian, Evelyn, walk away with an air of pride after quelling his attempts at flirting. The moment had been fleeting, but its abrupt end left him with a sense of longing and disappointment. He had been in the midst of a playful exchange with a girl he had been trying to charm all morning, relishing the attention he garnered with his witty banter and confident demeanor.
As the librarian's reprimand echoed in his ears, Mike's annoyance grew. He felt like he had been stripped of an opportunity, denied the chance to establish a connection he had been working to cultivate. The girl he had been flirting with had giggled and retreated, escaping the spell he had woven with his words. He knew that he had been close to achieving his goal, and the sudden interruption left him feeling thwarted.
However, as he reflected on the situation, Mike's thoughts began to shift. A sense of intrigue took hold as he considered Evelyn in a new light. Her confident manner, her uncompromising authority, and the allure of her composed demeanor captured his attention. The librarian's interruption, rather than being a hindrance, had become a catalyst for a different kind of fascination.
His frustration transformed into a renewed determination, a desire to engage with Evelyn in a way that extended beyond the mere surface-level interactions he had been seeking with the girl. Mike found himself captivated by the challenge of connecting with someone who exuded both intelligence and sensuality, a woman who seemed to possess layers of complexity that he was eager to uncover.
The notion that Evelyn might be interested in him as well fueled his determination. He perceived a mutual attraction, a magnetic pull that had compelled her to step into his conversation earlier. In his mind, he began to imagine a new scenario, one in which he could captivate the librarian's attention with the same charm and confidence that had worked on others.
His goal was no longer solely about achieving a fleeting connection with the girl; it had shifted to include Evelyn, the woman who had boldly interrupted his advances. Mike's thoughts became consumed with the idea of engaging her in conversation, of discovering common ground and igniting a spark that had the potential to burn brighter than any flirtatious encounter.
As the bell signaling the start of class rang out, Mike's determination solidified. He decided that he would be back and find an opportunity to engage with Evelyn once more. She intrigued him and he wanted to explore the depths he perceived in her. With a renewed sense of purpose, he set his sights on that transcended fleeting attraction, eager to discover the secrets that lay beneath the surface of the enigmatic librarian. He turned and left the library for his next class.
Chapter 4:
As the day wore on, Evelyn could feel more and more attuned to her body. Unbeknownst to her, the supplement her roommate had shared had started to take effect. At first, it was just a subtle warmth, a heightened awareness of her own body that she dismissed as a passing thought. But as the day wore on, that warmth had evolved into an unmistakable simmering arousal that she couldn't shake.
The fabric of her clothing seemed to caress her skin more intimately than usual, each movement sending shivers of awareness through her body. The soft brush of her blouse against her breasts ignited a tingling sensation that traveled down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Her heightened senses seemed to tune into the very atmosphere around her. The library's hushed air felt charged with electric energy, the soft murmurs of patrons taking on a seductive quality that she had never noticed before. The rustling of pages seemed to echo with hidden meanings, the whispered conversations a symphony of sensual secrets.
And then there was David a regular wallflower in the library. His presence, once just a casual observer in the background, now felt like a magnetic force that drew her attention almost involuntarily. Amidst this orderly oasis of academia, David stood out like a misfit puzzle piece. His unkempt hair fell in disarray over his forehead, and his clothes bore the rumpled appearance of perpetual disinterest. He was a rebellious spirit, a student who found solace in defying norms rather than adhering to them. While other students found refuge in Evelyn's library to study, David sought solace in her presence. He sneaked into the library, a shadow slipping past the shelves.
He watched Evelyn as she meticulously collected and replaced books, a dance of precision that fascinated him. Evelyn, the alluring librarian, was a study in contrasts. Her hair was both contained and cascaded in dark waves that framed her face with an air of mystery. Behind her librarian glasses, her eyes sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, as if she held a thousand secrets waiting to be unraveled. Her lips were painted a bold shade of red, a vibrant contrast to her usually composed demeanor. Her figure, concealed beneath the professional attire, hinted at hidden curves that stirred David's imagination.
David was captivated by the sharp contrast between Evelyn's unwavering dedication and his casual approach to life. He watched from the shadows as she arranged volumes with practiced hands, her lips moving slightly as she mentally cataloged their locations. He observed the stern lift of her eyebrow as she shushed any potential noise and the way she straightened her glasses with the tip of a finger. Her routine, though strict, held a certain elegance that David couldn't help but admire.
Evelyn was acutely aware of David's gaze upon her, burning with intensity on her like a touch that traced her every curve and contour. It was as if he saw through her veneer of propriety and into the smoldering desires she was now feeling. As she moved around the room, her steps deliberate and purposeful, she could feel the weight of his eyes following her every movement. It was as if his gaze had the power to pierce through her clothing, reaching beyond the surface to touch something deeper.
She tried to dismiss it as mere imagination, a trick her mind was playing on her, but her body betrayed her. Her pulse quickened in response to his lingering stare, her breath hitching when his eyes met hers. Unbidden, her thoughts took a decidedly sensual turn, daydreams of his touch and his lips exploring every inch of her. She caught herself sending clear flirtatious signals to him as their eyes met, including holding his gaze for just a beat longer than usual letting her eyes shimmer with playfulness, giving him a soft smile, or biting her bottom lip when looking at him.
Each glance she stole in his direction confirmed what she already sensed—the intensity of his attention, the way his eyes lingered on her form as if trying to unravel the layers beneath. It was a sensation that ignited a complex mix of emotions within her—an odd blend of self-consciousness and a strange kind of flattery.
Her mind raced with questions—what was it that David saw in her? Was this attention new or had it always been there and she just never noticed? Yet, beneath her curious thoughts, a flutter of something deeper stirred—an unfamiliar sense of vulnerability and the realization that she was being seen in a way that went beyond her role. It was an unsettling yet strangely exhilarating experience.
Amid her duties, Evelyn found herself torn between maintaining her professional poise and allowing herself to be affected by the magnetic pull of David's attention. Evelyn couldn't deny the growing heat within her, a fire that seemed to lick at her very core. Her cheeks flushed with a telltale rosiness, and the quickened rise and fall of her chest revealed the primal desires stirring beneath her calm exterior.
As David watched her, he noticed subtle ways she teased and drew him in. Her eyes would meet his in fleeting glances, her lips curving into an enigmatic smile before she turned away to continue her tasks.
When she reached for the higher shelves, her skirt hitch up just enough to reveal the graceful curve of her calf and the tantalizing hint of her thigh. David's eyes would follow the trail, captivated by the allure of her legs. She seemed to move with a graceful purpose, a sensual dance that hinted at a desire for more than just books.
Determined to understand the nature of David's intense observation, Evelyn found herself gradually drawn toward him. Her curiosity mingled with a subtle sense of vulnerability, a willingness to forge a deeper connection. With each step she took, the weight of the library's tranquility seemed to press upon her matched only by the unspoken energy that hung between them.
As she approached David, a small smile graced her lips as she finally addressed him, her tone a blend of intrigue and professionalism. "I couldn't help but notice that you're engrossed in something fascinating. Care to share what's captured your attention?"
David's gaze met hers, a mix of surprise and a flicker of something deeper evident in his eyes. His demeanor shifted, his initial surprise giving way to a genuine smile that seemed to welcome the interaction. "Oh, it's just a book," he responded, his voice carrying a hint of enthusiasm.
Evelyn's gaze locked onto the book in David's hands, her heart skipping a beat as the title, "The Awakening,” she said almost in a soft murmur. It was a title she knew well, a novel she had cherished for its sensuous themes of desire and liberation. Her cheeks became flushed, her memories intertwining with the present moment.
David's voice pulled her back from her reverie. "Um, yeah, it's hard to put down. Have you read it?" His words were hesitant, a reflection of his usual shyness. His eyes met hers briefly, then skittered away, as if afraid he had overstepped.
Evelyn replied, “Yes, it’s one of my favorite books. You know… I… I never got your name?” Evelyn's lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes dancing with a newfound spark of interest. She suddenly felt a genuine connection with him.
“Hi, I’m David,” he replied.
Her hand gently brushed against him intentionally as she closed the book to look at the book cover. "Kate Chopin is the 19th-century author of 'The Awakening.' It's quite a remarkable piece of literature, isn't it, David?” She let a subtle emphasis linger on the word "awakening," the shared knowledge of the book's intimate themes hanging in the air between them.
David nodded, his cheeks tinged with pink. "Yeah, I am at the point in the novel where Alcée convinces Edna…to explore her boundaries,” he said. His eyes lock onto hers, the shared connection between them deepening as he continues. "You know, Evelyn, It's the part where Edna starts to recognize her desires."
Evelyn's smile widened. Was he talking about her or the book? She moved closer to him, the cart of books momentarily forgotten. "The novel was progressive for its time - to talk about suppressed desires, challenging role stereotypes, and the exploration of passion."
David's gaze met hers again, and this time, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of recognition, a silent understanding that went beyond the mere discussion of a book. "We could learn a thing or two about surrendering to our desires," he said, his fingers nervously touching closer to hers, gripping her hand briefly as if to communicate their newfound bond.
Evelyn leaned in slightly, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "We?” She smiled at him playfully, “Mmm, maybe it is not about being willing to surrender as much as how far one is willing to embrace it."
Her words seemed to resonate with him on a level that went beyond literature. His eyes scanned her body and he couldn't help but feel a pulse of newfound boldness. "There’s a thrill in discovering how far one could go.” The emphasis on "one" and the suggestive tone made it clear that he was inviting her. Heat radiated from her core sending a chill down her spine. “Would you be willing… to put this back for me?" he said as he handed her the book.
Evelyn's smile was enigmatic, her gaze holding his. "Sure. If you want it… it will be in the American Literary Fiction section on the second floor."
As the air between them seemed to thicken with unspoken desires, Evelyn returned to her cart of books, the faintest hint of a secret smile gracing her lips. David was left in a state of arousal, his thoughts consumed by the librarian who seemed to effortlessly blur the lines between intellect and sensuality.
David's gaze was fixated on Evelyn as she walked to the elevator. His heart raced as he watched her casually press the button for the second floor in the elevator. He knew where she was going and couldn't shake the feeling that she wanted him to follow her. The anticipation was almost tangible, like a current of electricity in the air.
His palms felt sweaty, and his steps quickened as he made his way to the elevator, trying not to draw attention to himself. He couldn't resist the temptation to see if there was more to this encounter.
As the elevator door slid open, David slipped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. He pressed the button for the second floor, his mind racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. At that moment, he committed himself to boldly take this rendezvous as far as he could. He knew that second-guessing at any point would risk this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He stole a quick glance at the reflection in the elevator doors, adjusting his clothes and smoothing his hair in an attempt to appear composed.
The elevator ascended with a soft hum, the anticipation building with each passing second. David's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—what were her desires? Would she surrender herself to him? How far would she go? He felt a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty, unsure of what awaited him at his destination. As he exited the elevator he didn’t see her but had a feeling he knew where she might be.
Chapter 5:
Evelyn found herself distracted, her thoughts drifting to the book David asked her to put away, "The Awakening." It was a title she hadn't thought about in years, a book she had read in her youth. But now, its pages seemed to whisper promises of sensuality and exploration, mirroring the desires that were growing within her.
As she moved through the library to return the book, her body felt alive with a tingling anticipation. She couldn't help but notice the way her breath seemed to come in quicker shallow gasps. Her encounter with David left her wet with arousal. What was she doing? Did she just imagine their playful flirtation? If she saw him again, how far was she willing to embrace her desires?
She finally arrived at the American Literary Fiction section where she placed the book. In the secluded corner of the library, hidden from prying eyes, she allowed herself a moment to give in to the sensations coursing through her. Was it the libido-enhancing herbs that caused her ailment? Or was it the man she waited for, who somehow struck every nerve of interest for her?
She leaned against a shelf, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks flushed with a heat that seemed to emanate from deep within. Her fingers traced the edges of the bookshelf, the cool metal against her heated skin sending shivers down her spine.
And then, just as she was lost in her thoughts and sensations, she felt a presence behind her. A sense of vulnerability washed over her, but instead of fear, it was met with thrilling excitement. She turned, her breath catching as she met eyes with the source of that presence.
It was David. But there was something different about him, a certain boldness in his gaze that sent a jolt of electricity through her. She found herself caught in his gaze, her lips parting slightly as if in invitation.
At that moment, she felt the undeniable tension between them. Her mind wanted to say no but her body felt the magnetic pull between them. She felt an unfamiliar confidence surging within her, an eagerness to explore the desires that had been awakened within her.
As David approached, she could feel her heart racing, her body responding to his presence. Her gaze flickered to his lips, to his crotch, and then back to his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken desires that hung heavy in the air between them. In that charged moment, she knew that something was about to shift, that the boundaries she had once upheld were beginning to blur.
“I knew I would find you here. God… you're…you're beautiful,” he said.
Evelyn's breath caught in her throat as David's words reached her ears, his statement a mere pretext for what was to come. She had orchestrated this moment, drawn him to her with her subtle flirtation, but now that he was here, so close, she found herself taken aback by the intensity of her longing.
David's heart pounds in his chest as he takes a step closer, the air between them becoming charged with tension. As their gazes lock, the world around them fades away. David’s fingers brushed against her cheek. The sensual energy between them is palpable, an irresistible force that propels them forward into uncharted territory.
Evelyn's voice was a delicate whisper, laden with anticipation. "You've been watching me, haven't you?" Her words hung in the air, a daring challenge that stirred something primal in both of them.
David's response was a soft confession, his voice laced with a mixture of bashfulness and longing. "I couldn't help but notice you, Evelyn. You're not like anyone else here. You're... magnetic."
A flush of heat spread across Evelyn's cheeks at his words, the truth of his observation igniting a fire within her. She met his gaze with an intensity that matched his own. "And what is it about me that's drawn you in?" Her voice was a sultry invitation, a signal for him to reveal his desires.
David's fingers traced a slow, tantalizing path along the curve of her waist, his eyes never leaving hers. "Your confidence, the way you command this space, it's... intoxicating. I've dreamed of what it would be like to have your attention on me."
Evelyn's heart raced, the truth in his words resonating with her secret fantasies. Her fingers brushed against his, a subtle invitation for him to continue his exploration. "And now that you have my attention?" Her voice was a whisper, a dangerous promise hanging in the air.
David's touch grew bolder, his fingers inching higher along her thigh, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. "Now that I have your attention," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "I want to know what lies beneath those layers, the woman behind the librarian."
Evelyn's breath caught as his fingers brushed against the fabric of her skirt, teasingly close to the edge of her desire. "You're determined to find out?" Her voice trembled with anticipation.
David's response was a steady, unwavering gaze that conveyed his resolve. "I've waited too long for this moment, Evelyn. I want to know every inch of you, to watch you unravel in my embrace"
Before she could respond, his hands were upon her, drawing her closer, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Her heart raced in tandem with his, anticipation building with each passing second.
His nearness sent a surge of heat through her body, making her pulse quicken and her breath catch. The realization that he was drawn to her, just as she was to him, sent a thrilling jolt of anticipation down her spine. She felt like a moth drawn to the flame, unable to resist this clandestine encounter she realized she was ready to embrace her desire fully, wherever it took her.
“I am taking you right here. Right now.” His voice was a low, husky murmur, and she found herself captivated by the intensity in his eyes. The library's hushed atmosphere seemed to amplify the sound of her heart beating as he closed the distance between them.
Chapter 6
As David's lips meet hers, her lips part beneath his, allowing their tongues to dance in a sensual rhythm, a dance that mirrors the desire burning within them. She moans softly into their kiss, a wordless expression of the pleasure building within her.
His fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, trembling slightly with a mixture of nerves and excitement. With every button he releases from her blouse, the fabric parts, revealing the soft curve of her breasts beneath the lace of her bra. Evelyn's heart quickens in rhythm with the deliberate unveiling of her body.
His fingers trace delicate paths along her collarbone, causing shivers to run down her spine. He guides the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and unclasped her bra releasing her full teardrop-shaped breasts from their prison. As he eases the blouse off her shoulders, his hands glide down her arms leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She can feel the cool air against the exposed skin, heightening her awareness of every sensation. Her nipples harden with arousal, begging to be sucked. His mouth descended upon her breast, his lips and tongue working in tandem to send jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
As David's fingers trace the contours of Evelyn's skin, he deployed soft kisses traveling up her breast to her neck. His warm breath caressed her earlobe. His voice, a low and tantalizing whisper, grazes her senses as he utters, "You're even more beautiful than I imagined, Evelyn. Every inch of you is a masterpiece waiting to be explored."
His words, dripping with desire and adoration, resonate deep within her. Evelyn's heart races in response. She feels a rush of heat pooling between her thighs, a growing ache that's both exhilarating and overwhelming. It's as if his voice has unlocked a floodgate of yearning that she can no longer contain.
Unable to resist the pull of his words, Evelyn lets out a soft moan. She bites her lower lip, her body trembling with the intensity of her desires.
Evelyn's hands moved with a purposeful urgency. Her fingers raked over the fabric of David's t-shirt, tracing a path that sent shivers racing across his skin. The touch of her nails left a trail of sensation in its wake, awakening every nerve in his body.
With every movement, her intentions became clearer. She lifted his t-shirt, her eyes locked onto his. As the fabric bunched and slid upwards, his torso was revealed to her hungry gaze. His chest, smooth and inviting, bore the marks of her touch, each sensation etching a memory into his skin.
Evelyn's breath caught as she saw the desire in his gaze, the raw hunger that mirrored her own. She wanted him, she realized, with a ferocity that consumed her thoughts and drowned out any civility the library demanded. She found herself urging him forward, her body craving his touch, her mind yearning to be lost in the moment.
His hands urgently fumble to find the zipper holding up her skirt. He pushes down her skirt and lace panties, the last vestiges of her propriety gone. As the fabric gradually falls along her thighs the air licks the wetness between her thighs sending a chill to her core and heightening the sensitivity of her flesh.
Her fingers traveled down his chest to the thin trail of hair that led to the button of his pants. As if responding to an unspoken command, his trembling hands moved to assist her. Fingers fumbling slightly in their haste, he undid the button, feeling a rush of excitement surge through him as the fabric of his pants loosened. With her eyes locked onto him, he eased the zipper down and pushed down his pants. As the final barrier fell away, his long hard cock fell forward revealing the extent of his desire for her.
“Oh fuck, David. You're huge!” She said, mesmerized by her desire.
The air seemed to thicken as their lips met, a searing kiss that held all the unspoken promises they had ever dared to imagine. His hands moved to her waist, drawing her closer to him. She could feel her wetness building.
David presses forward pinning her against the bookshelf. Evelyn's back meets the firm surface, the sensation of the cool metal against her skin contrasts with the heat that courses through her veins. Her heart pounds in her chest, matching the rhythm of her racing breath.
His hands travel down the small bend of her back, around her soft round ass, and glides down her thigh. His fingers grip her flesh, lifting her leg until her knee is at his waist and her calf wraps around his ass.
Evelyn's pulse quickens. She closes her eyes momentarily, giving herself over to the intoxicating sensations he's evoking. It's as if he's unraveling her layer by layer, igniting a fire that spreads through her veins. Her body responded to his touch, arching subtly against his hand, a silent plea for more.
Evelyn's lips part in a silent gasp as David's hand travels between her thighs. His palm pressed firmly against her neatly kept bush as his fingers peel back layer after layer of her labia until curling a finger to explore her hot wet cunt. Her body responds to his every touch, her hips shifting in a silent dance that mirrors the rhythm of their mutual craving. His fingers rub up and down her vagina sending shivers down her spine. before his index and pointer fingers push into her sopping-wet hole.
Evelyn's hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support as she surrenders to the sensations he's conjuring within her. Her moans filled the air, a symphony of need and desire that echoed through the quiet corners of the library. She could feel her responsiveness, her body pushing into his fingers with each gasp and sigh.
As her back arches against the cold bookshelf, her head leaning back pushing books off the shelf, her firm breasts lift toward his mouth. His lips wrap around her areola as he begins sucking and biting her nipple gently. Evelyn's breath quickens as a surge of electricity courses through Evelyn's body. She was teetering on the edge, every nerve alive with the promise of release. Her fingers found their way to his hair, her hands gripping and releasing as waves of pleasure coursed through her, lost in the whirlwind of sensations he was creating.
His fingers began to move with urgency as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. Instinctively she rests the leg that was lifted against an adjacent bookshelf, opening herself up, begging him to go deeper. As he added another finger he sent jolts of pleasure straight to the core of her being. Evelyn's eyes flutter closed, her breathing growing ragged. Her body responds to his every movement, a dance of pleasure that's orchestrated by his skilled hands.
She felt her body on the precipice, her body quivering for her release, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips as David's touch teased her closer and closer to the edge, playing her like a piano, controlling the waves of ecstasy she rode. At that moment, their connection was electric, their desires merging into a singular moment of shared ecstasy.
Chapter 7
“Tell me you want me! Tell me!” he demands.
“Yes, oh yes! I want you! I want you to make me cum so badly David,” she says well above a whispering tone.
“Promise you will do anything I ask! That you will fulfill my deepest desires,” he said, grunting as his curled fingers pistons into her cunt sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.
As Evelyn's body trembles with pleasure, she finds herself overcome with an overwhelming desire to submit to David. No man has ever made her feel this way before. Between gasps and moans, she manages to utter breathlessly, "Oh god David, I am so close. Make me cum and I'm yours, David... Take me... I will do anything you ask!"
Evelyn's once rigid control crumbles in the face of the overwhelming pleasure David is bestowing upon her. The sound of her whimpers, escaping unbidden from her lips, marks a turning point in their forbidden encounter. It's as if the walls she had carefully constructed around herself have come crashing down under the weight of their shared desire.
David’s hands move to the inside of her thighs, lifting each leg until she is up off the ground, His hands gripping her ass as she rests on his strong forearms. The bulbous tip of his fat cock rubbed against her wetness before pushing into her Inch by inch. His long rod pressed into her, her tight wet cunt squeezing him not wanting to let go. He pulled in and out of her slowly at first, gaining inch after inch.
She could feel his girth pressing against her inner walls, spreading her open. His large helmet triggered her every nerve, sending sensations of ecstasy to the tips of her limbs. Her toes curled in response as he entered her deeper and deeper.
Evelyn gasped in short shallow breaths as he traveled to her deepest depths. She could feel every veiny bump of his rigid rod gliding along her slick velvety flesh. “Oh fuck David. Your dick is so big! It feels so good,” she moaned. When her hips finally connected against his pelvis she could feel the power of his rod throbbing deep inside of her.
Her thighs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Evelyn’s back pressed against the shelves of books, the hard edges of literature a backdrop to their passionate encounter. Her hands rose above her head holding onto the shelf above, bracing herself for the eventual pounding she wanted… and needed. As if on queue, Evelyn’s tightly bound hair collapsed sending her long curly chestnut-colored locks cascading down her face.
Their eyes connected, her glasses balanced on the tip of her nose. He pulls back his rigid cock and with a powerful thrust he pushes all the way into her. Evelyn responds with a muffled trailing moan. He does it again and again, their hips slapping against each other, getting progressively faster until the cadence of his thrusts is on top of each other. The sound of quarter notes pounding into each measure, his staff drilling into her making her sing with each push, her moans building louder and louder into a crescendo.
With every thrust, every movement of his hips, a symphony of sensation played out between them. Their bodies moved in a rhythm born of raw desire, each push and pull bringing them closer to the edge of a precipice they were both eager to tumble over. The friction of their bodies, the heat that radiated between them, was all-encompassing, filling their senses with a heady cocktail of pleasure.
Evelyn's back arched, her fingers finding purchase on the books behind her, seeking stability amidst the storm of sensation. David's movements were powerful and determined, each thrust pushing her further into a realm of ecstasy that she had never known before. Her moans filled the air, a chorus of need and pleasure that mingled with the sound of their skin meeting in the intimate dance.
The feeling of him inside her, filling her completely, was both overwhelming and exhilarating. She surrendered herself to the sensation, her body a canvas upon which their desires were painted in vivid strokes. Her legs tightened around him, her heels digging into his back, urging him to go deeper, to push them both further toward the brink.
Their breaths were ragged, mingling in the air as they moved together in perfect sync. At that moment, nothing else existed – not the library, not the world beyond those walls. There were only the two of them, locked in a dance of passion that defied all reason. Each thrust, each touch, each kiss was a testament to the longing that had brought them to this point.
As their sweaty bodies moved together, Evelyn felt herself nearing the edge once more. Pleasure built like a crescendo within her, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to sweep her away. With every thrust, every movement, she felt herself teetering on the brink, her cries growing louder as she approached the pinnacle of release.
And as that release crashed over her, she clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, her body shaking uncontrollably with the force of her climax. Their bodies remained connected but unmoving. Her moans mingled with his, the two of them sharing a moment of shared pleasure that transcended the physical and ventured into the realm of the sublime. It was a moment that left them both breathless, their bodies pressed together, their desires fulfilled.
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