You probably wouldn't guess that I would be the type of person to be checking if there's an erotica section in the local public library. My coworkers say I have a "white collar face", with high cheek bones, smart glasses, and a resting bitch face that can put anyone to shame. And I happened to look pretty professional today too with my crisp black blazer, black pencil skirt, heels that click when you walk, and "take no shit" attitude on my face. I was finally free of my last meeting and was on my way home when I became...curious.
It was a simple decision: keep walking straight for the few blocks that go to my apartment, or turn left and walk the few blocks to the library. I have never wondered this before, and I didn't even read much erotica. But it was an impulse I didn't see why I should not follow. So I turned left and clicked my way to the library.
Upon opening the doors, I saw that the people behind the front desk were too busy reading to give me much thought. Very relaxed place, I thought. I walked up the steps to the main book holding location and quietly perused the shelves. I didn't know exactly what to look for, so I just wandered aimlessly between the rows of books, hoping to see something that would catch my eye.
It was here I saw a girl with long, wavy auburn hair and a tight button down shirt. I caught her staring at me, and she immediately looked down. She was at the end of my aisle stocking books. Her little rolling cart was packed to the brim with books. I saw that she was wearing a nametag, but I couldn't see her name. I returned to looking for books.
"E....Ea...Em...fuck," I whispered quietly. They must not have it here. I kept walking, checking the other side of the aisle to see if I maybe missed something.
From the space between the top of the books to the bottom of the shelf, I saw her turn her head and look at me, but I didn't really mind much. I just wanted to find something and go home.
"But they have five copies of The Great Gatsby. Ha." I said quietly to myself.
"Excuse me, ma'am, is there something you're looking for?" Maddie was looking at me now, smiling. The carpet muffled her footsteps as she walked towards me.
"No no, I'm just, browsing," I said. "Thanks." I sounded a bit harsher than I wanted to. But she just smiled, standing a bit closer.
"Anything you had in mind?" she said again. Her voice was deep, sultry. Her button-down blouse stretched tight over her breasts. I know what I had in mind.
"Actually..." I said, deciding whether or not I should actually tell her what I was here for. But she was looking at me with round brown eyes, and a slight smirk as if she already knew. She shifted her stance a bit. She was originally standing heels together, but, while still looking me in the eye, she spread her legs just a bit. "Do you have an adult section?" I said, quietly, so no one would hear.
Her smirk grew into a grin. "We do," was all she said. She was baiting me now.
"Well, where is it?" I asked again, trying not to fall for this trap. But her top is so tight.
"In this library." was all she said again. Her eyes shined like a cat with a mouse.
Fuck it, I thought.
"Would you please mind showing me, Maddie?" With that, I offered my own smirk. Her grin grew. She took my hand and led me through a convoluted series of aisles and doorways and hallways, all of which I couldn't keep up with. Do they really keep the adult section this hidden? I didn't know. But with every step, I saw her strong, muscular legs step forward, her skirt loose enough so that I couldn't see much, but I always loved how thighs peak out from underneath a skirt, the simple beauty of two bare legs hidden under a piece of fabric, hiding, not wanting to be seen. There's something about not wanting to be seen that gets me.
Finally, she took me through a locked door. She let go of my hand and swiped her card. Then she opened the door for me, and inside was a huge room absolutely full of books. Floor to ceiling bookshelves covered. There were videos, books, CDs, even posters on the walls. You name it, they had it.
"This is amazing," I said. I probably looked like a kid in a candy store, against myself.
"It gets more traction than you think," she said. And again returned that familiar smirk.
I walked around, looking at what the shelves had to offer. They had some good stuff, old stuff too. I was amazed.
"If you need help with anything," she said, "let me know."
"Would you mind coming over here and telling me what this means?" I pointed to a video in another language. There are two women on the front. Their breasts are huge and naked, and they seem to be riding some sort of mechanical bull.
She walked over, her breasts still pressed against the inside of her blouse. They pressed against me. I can smell her shampoo. Her hair smells sweet and fruity.
"That's...I actually don't know that." she said, her face falling into a determined focus. "But, from the looks of it, the people seem to be enjoying themselves."
"Yeah, they do," and I looked at her again and smirked. And she looked at me and smirked. And we stood there, eyes on each other, giving these little lopsided smiles.
"Would you enjoy it if I kissed you?" I said, my eyes smirking too.
Her smirk grew into a grin one more time, and she leaned in and kissed me. Then she pulled away, and made a mock thinking face. "Yeah, I think I would."
I laughed, she laughed, and then we kissed again. This time it was slower, more exploration of the tongue, of each other's rhythms, our styles. It was slow, slow, slow, but built ever so slightly. Soon enough we were getting braver with our tongues, our teeth, gentle bites. She was the first to jump off and dive onto my neck. She kissed, sucks, bit, licked from just below my jawline to my throat then back again, little trails, slowly. I let out a moan.
"Would you enjoy it if I continued?" she said.
"You're speaking my language." I replied. And two more smirks appeared.
With that, she laughed and took off her shirt. Her freed breasts fell just the tiniest bit, sagging under their own weight. Her bra, however, lacy and fit just right, did an excellent job of supporting them. So did my hands. She dove back onto my neck, this time with such force that I was thrown against a wall of posters.
"Talk about customer service."
