"I have something to show you in the stacks..." I state, all business.
For those that don't know, "stacks" is short for the bookstacks. It refers to the shelving areas where books are stored in libraries. We both have worked at the campus library two years.
The difference is: You are a student worker, and I am clambering towards middle-management. However, the ten years between are not immediately apparent. I could easily pass for a young coed, instead of a woman in her early 30s. My face is quite youthful (In fact, I hate getting carded everywhere). My body is slender, with curves in all the right places. I could have been a model or an actress. Yet my focus has always been education and my career. I have worked hard to dispel all "angry black woman" stereotypes. Taking care of my ill mother has left me without much time to date, let alone marry, or have children. Life can be lonely. However, I make moments of wild abandon in the stacks...
The stacks on our campus are notorious. Students and campus employees alike, are known for doing all types of crazy things in the stacksβfrom the sexual to the bizarre. I won't tell you of the shocking couplings I have seen leaving the men's restroom in the third floor stacks.
We step off the elevator and head toward the stacks on the fifth floor. We know these shelves by heart. The letters and numbers represent memories...
ML410.W14...The copy of Tristan and Isolde I handed to you, and your large, pale hands grazed my slim, caramel-colored ones for a bit too long. My breath caught when your fingertips traced the back of my hand in a gentle, soothing motion. Our eyes met and held. This is when I first knew you were attracted to me. It was almost as if you could sense the loneliness in me...maybe because it is the same loneliness that is in you.
With others, you are introverted, quiet and bookish. The tall, lanky one who is constantly brushing his too-long hair out of his green eyes. With me, in the stacks...You are a man.
Once we are far in the stacks and fairly hidden, I run my hands through your dark hair. I stand on tiptoes and kiss you deeply. My usually curly hair is straightened and in a ponytail. You pull it back slightly as our tongues mingle. I feel your member harden as you press closer and start to suckle my neck. Suddenly, I remember what we came here for.
"I said I have something to show you."
"What?" You have a lazy smirk on your face and a twinkle in your eyes.
I stand back and pull up my pencil skirt, to flash you my bare pussy. It is neatly trimmed.
"Mmm, you mean you haven't been wearing panties all day? That is so HOT!" You reach for me but I tease you and pull away playfully. Finally, I succumb.