Libraries are always quiet places. Shushing is something that people just associate with libraries. But a library after hours has a particular quietness about it. The dimmed lighting among the shelves and the books, just enough light to allow a night watchman or a security guard to navigate in, if there were such a person, creates shadows and darkened corners which are almost spooky in their nature. Noises seem to come from places where during the day there are not even places. It is a different world.
It was a world Katherine loved. She loved her library any time of the day but this special time, after the patrons had checked out their last book of the day and the staff had gathered up their bookbags and their lunch containers and put on their wraps and gone home for the day, was a time Katherine thought of as her own. She never quite finished with all the tasks she considered necessary in the hours the library was open so nearly every day she stayed after the last member of her staff had gone. And too, she liked to wander through the darkened building, making sure that there was no one left sleeping in one of the comfortable chairs in the reading area or hiding among the shelves for God only knows what purpose. The library was her world and she wanted to know what was going on in it all the time, day or night.
She went through the children's area of the facility and then along the banks of shelves of general fiction and into the reference area. As she passed the reference desk she thought she heard a noise. She continued on around the desk and saw something she could not believe. She saw what appeared to be a woman's foot and lower leg hanging over the back of one of the sofas which were provided for patrons to sit on while doing their reading or research. It wasn't just hanging there, it was moving rythmically and was accompanied by a creaking of the springs of the sofa. Indignant, Katherine went around the end of the sofa and gasped as she saw the nude buttocks of a black man between the bared thighs of a white woman there on the couch. There was no mistaking what was going on! Katherine's gaze was fixed on the sight of a large black cock as it plunged time after time into the upturned pussy of the woman who lay writhing beneath the owner of the cock. His big balls swung rythmically against her exposed anus, adding to the erotic image. The woman seemed to be enjoying the exercise with as much enthusiasm as the man was.
Katherine Wilson was no prude. As a matter of fact people who only knew her casually or professionally would be surprised to learn about some of the things she did after hours or in other parts of her world. But this was an unexpected affront to the dignity of the place she considered to be her own and was so surprising that she reacted immediately.
"Stop that!" Katherine shouted. "Stop doing that!" She stamped her foot for emphasis. She was surprised and embarrassed and mad and she didn't even know what other emotions were involved. This was her library and this was clearly inappropriate. "Just stop it!"
The couple on the couch did stop. The man, a powerfully built and handsome black man, withdrew his cock from the woman and stood up and turned, his erection sticking out and up at an angle. Katherine could not take her eyes off the huge cock. She had heard that black men were genetically well endowed, which incidentally was not universally true, and this for her confirmed that fact. He was fully eight inches long and seemed to be as thick as Katherines trim ankle was. His balls swung freely below. The woman had a glazed expression on her face. When Katherine saw both their faces she recognized them as regular users of the library. She had seen both of them many times at the computers and in the study rooms but always with their clothes on.
"What are you doing here, anyway!" Katherine exclaimed, not realizing how silly the question sounded. "You're not supposed to be here!" She was becoming more flustered and agitated as the situation developed. "Get out of here or I will call the police!"
"Now wait just a minute, ma'am," said the man. "There is no need to call the police. We're not hurting anything and we will leave when we are done."
"No!" shouted Katherine. "You will leave now and I am going to call the police anyway!" She still could not believe this could be happening here in her library. She turned and started towards the nearest telephone which was nearby on the reference desk.
