Librarian Encounter
Part one
illustration by Don


The breaking of dawn was a welcome event, as Dexter had been tossing and turning most of the night. What could possibly be the matter with Trudy, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. His emotions had been so erratic since their all too brief encounter in the fourth floor library room. The sweet memories of their magical moment would not be denied, as time and time again it intrudes on his worries at her behaviour. Her sexy lively eyes haunted his heart, and her luscious lips moved as though whispering an explanation in his troubled dream, yet whatever words she meant to speak were lost in the gale force wind of his confused bitter-sweet recollection of the events of the last week.

He glanced at his bedside radio clock, Mnh! 6 O’clock, it had only been 8 hours, but it felt like ages. As he got ready for his morning run, he quietly resolves to seek her out and at least get an answer. Even if it is the last thing he did, he just had to have some closure.

He went in to the library a little earlier than usual, having been unable to stand the suspense any longer. He was hoping to catch her early, moreover being a Saturday; the library would be scantily populated, so he reasoned they should be able to talk some.

As he neared the entrance, his stomach muscles again tightened up, and his nerves began to act up. His legs began to question the wisdom of going where he was headed, but he kept on walking. As he got closer to her desk, he felt it. Something just wasn’t right, but what?

It suddenly dawned on him when he began to call out her name to get her attention.

Trudy…. Oh, I’m sorry, you’re not Trudy….

From behind Trudy’s desk, a woman in her early thirties, with a light brown complexion looked up at him. Upon noticing his look of confusion and near panic, she flashed him a reassuring smile, revealing a nice even set of bright white teeth. Her smile touching her lively brown eyes; I know, she said with a little friendly laughter in her voice.

I’m Alicia; Trudy is off for the next couple of days, so I’m holding forth for her. How may I be of assistance Mr…?

Please, Dexter……. Over the next few minutes, he made up some story about some reading materials he needed help finding. All the while wondering if he should perhaps ask the nice woman if she had Trudy’s phone number, but then realising that in the post 911 world such a question would be suspect (after all, technically he is still a stranger, even to Trudy), he decided against it.

Alicia was quite helpful with the search for the reading materials which he really didn’t need, and as he retired into a corner seat, his thoughts promptly returned to the events of the previous day, and his all too brief erotic encounter with Trudy in the fourth floor room, wondering if he perhaps did, or said anything to spook her. No it had to be more than that…. But what, for greater perspective, his analytical mind returned to the very beginning, to their first meeting, and the events leading up to their last encounter……


Dexter is an optimist who always looks to turn every misfortune into an opportunity. Consequently, after losing his job as a junior executive with a medium sized corporation he decided to relocate to another city, and enrol for a graduate program in the local university.

Although he had decided not to dwell on it, the truth of his present employment situation, (or more precisely, lack of it) is that deep down in his heart Dexter views his inclusion on the redundancy list as grossly unfair. Although the anger he feels is hidden well below the surface, he recognizes the need to find a physical outlet for it. This he does by running, and working out in the gym everyday, and by indulging his voracious appetite for reading. It is therefore no surprise that he spends a great deal of time every afternoon at the library.

After searching unsuccessfully for some historical material for a research paper he was doing in the general reference section of the library late one summer afternoon, Dexter approached the duty librarian for assistance.

Ugh ghm!! He coughs to attract her attention; excuse me please ma’am….

The librarian looks up from the notes she had been scribbling on a legal pad beside her computer keyboard; yes please, how may I help you sir?

She appears to be in her early 40's, with auburn hair, and very warm blue eyes….

Well sir? Her words interrupted his reverie; he was clearly, captivated by her eyes…

Oh, I’m sorry; I need your assistance in locating some reference material on...

He spent the next few minutes explaining his needs to her and when he was done, she consulted her computer and rose to her feet, asking him to follow her.

She is a pretty, petite woman, he notes. About 5'2" tall, and plus sized. His eyes involuntarily drawn to her round pert ass, which swayed lasciviously as she walked on ahead of him.

She was explaining to him that the materials he sought were stored in the climate-controlled section on the fourth floor of the library. They stepped into the elevator and she pressed the button for the fourth floor. Dexter was standing a pace behind her and at 5’10’’; his height advantage allows him a good view over her shoulder. His naughty mind put her breasts at 34D's; firm and promising too, from the look of her cleavage, he thought, but those eyes take the prize any day. There is simply something deeply moving about them.
Ping! The bell alerted him to their destination.

Over the next week, he found out her name was Trudy, 44 year old and divorced for the past 4 years from her husband of 10 years. Incidentally, he also found out that she loved Harold Robbins novels and erotic poetry, just like he did.


Their relationship though formal, had taken a little flirtatious turn, with most of the flirting done with the eyes, smiles and body language.

Although they both tried very hard to appear casual about everything, the truth was that Dexter’s composure was always on the edge of total collapse when he was with Trudy.

Damn! He wished she wouldn’t be so formal. He often wondered if her little flirtations were meant to be a signal to him that she was open to possibilities or just a way of being, sweet and nice. Her eyes always seemed so alive and very passionate. Her luscious lips often left him breathless with the burning desire to kiss them. Her mere presence fans the embers of his lust.

Being unable to take any more, he decided on his next move. It’s a gamble, if he failed; well… he shrugged mentally as the contemplation of failure was too grim to entertain.

It was Friday night, and as usual, the population at the library was at its lowest, as most people were out on the town doing fun things. Dexter was sitting there pretending to be engrossed in his reading, but he was actually stealing looks at the clock.
His heart began to pound as the hands of the clock approached 9 O’clock, his stomach was doing somersaults, but all that really had nothing to do with the clock, it was just a case of nerves, as he set out to execute his next move.

He approached her desk, and began; Trudy, could I please check up on some facts in the fourth floor room? She raised her head and looked intensely into his eyes, as though trying to discern his true motives, and then she gave him her trademark sexy smile. His throat became bone dry, and he tried hard to swallow. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as his eyes zeroed in on her luscious lips. His stomach muscles tightened again.

As she rose to her feet, he observed that she had on a body-hugging blouse with an open V-neck. The lower end of the V showed off her awesome cleavage. Her nipples seemed to be protruding through the fabric of her top (or was that just a figment of his horny imagination?)

Part Two

The fourth floor room was deserted; the probability of their being disturbed in there on a Friday night wais practically non-existent. They were both looking through the shelve from opposite ends, and when they met at the middle, Dexter’s agenda unfolded.

Trudy asked him; did you find anything use…, Dexter leaned forward and planted a kiss on her luscious lips before she could complete the question.

He reached out and slipped his strong arms around her waist, gently but firmly pressing her petite body into his own muscular frame. He nibbled on her lips for a bit, and then he extended his tongue, seeking entry into the warm comfort of her mouth. Tentatively at first, she parts her lips and lets him in. the heat of his breath making her smooth skin glow with her soaring lust. For what seemed like a lifetime, they kissed hungrily, licking each other’s soft lips. They tangled and swirled tongues as they were over taken by the fiery passion of their kiss.

Dexter moved his hands over Trudys round pert ass and gently squeezed her butt cheek, in response she pressed her firm juicy breasts deeper into his chest, and moaned into his mouth. Emboldened by that reaction he glided his hand gracefully from her butt over her side and slipped it under her tight fitting top.

His pleasant surprise was evident in the growth of his bulge, which became even harder against Trudy’s tummy, and the grunt of satisfaction that escaped from his mouth into hers as he closed his eyes as if to heighten his sensory enjoyment of this sensually responsive woman. He felt the heat of her passion as he slid his open palm over the soft smooth texture of her firm voluptuous breast. Her rock hard nipple seemed to be carving the letters of her lust into his palm as her rubbed over it.

Trudy tried hard to remember the last time anyone kissed her like that, but as her conscious mind was trying to fetch that information from the archives, she was set alight. Dexter started kneading her breasts, rolling the hard pink nipples between his thumb and index finger. She could no longer bear the raging inferno that was rapidly consuming her; she raised her left leg and placed her foot on the lowest shelf behind Dexter whilst rubbing her groin into his thigh. Still not finding the relief she sought, she reached behind herself and through the slit at the back of her short skirt (which was now riding quite high); she slipped her two left middle fingers past the string of her thong into her wetness.

She rubbed her swollen pussy lips and then her engorged clitoris first in a slow circular motion, then with increasing urgency. As Dexter played with her nipples, she flicked her own clit faster and more furiously. She could feel the heat of long suppressed sexual need, rising higher and higher from deep within her sexual core, and radiating through out her body. She slipped one finger into her pussy hole and began to finger fuck her cunt, whilst rubbing her clit with the other. Mmmmm, she moaned into Dexter’s mouth as she came so close to the brink.

With his eyes closed, and unable to see exactly what she was doing with her hand, Dexter took his play to the next level. He gently disengaged from her mouth, nibbled on her lips, blazed a trail of hot wet kisses down to her throat, and finally he planted his lips over her nipple, licking it and then suckling it, while tweaking and pinching the other.

He had only been suckling her nipple for a few minutes when he felt her back arch, as she lets out a deep moan….

Trudy was now in ecstasy as she pumped her little finger in and out of her cunt, while the other worked its magic on her engorged clit. She was almost disappointed to the point of distraction when Dexter broke their kiss, but she was too damn close for that now. Feeling his hot moist mouth on her nipple was however a most unexpected twist, it was the coup de grace needed to quench her lustful thirst.

Dexter’s soft, wet tongue licked at her rock hard nipple repeatedly, suckling it and then quickly, and fluidly moving to the other breast, attacking it with a furiously moving tongue. The seamless transition making her yearn for more of his magical touch, even as he kneaded her firm juicy breast, and suckled on her inflamed pink nipple.

Trudy is overwhelmed by the incredible sensations coursing through her entire body. She thought she would explode, as she went over the edge quickly from the mind-blowing sensations. "Ahhhhhh! I'm Cummmingggg!!!" Trudy jerked and ground her pelvis spasmodically into his thigh. She bit hard on her lips to muffle her cries as she climaxed.

As the waves of excitement passed, she fell forward into his masculine frame and rested for a couple of minutes.

Regaining her strength, she moved quickly away from Dexter, as though his body has suddenly become unbearably hot. She retired to the far end of the room to straighten herself up, and then she waited by the door.

When Dexter caught up with her, he tried to ask her what the matter was, but she just, averted her eyes, shook her head and remained silent. The elevator ride back down was eerily quiet. Moreover, she didn’t talk to him for the rest of the evening.

Unable to concentrate on anything else, Dexter went to look for her, but he was told she left about 10 minutes ago. Damn! He swore under his breath, as he continued to wonder what had brought on her weird behavior. Did I hurt her feelings in anyway? If so, how?

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