This is a NonConsent/Reluctance story, and a complete work of fiction. If the subject offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not continue. All the characters, places, and scenarios are fictional.
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The Johnson Centennial library is a modernist building with 8 floors dedicated to the arts. It has an impressive collection with subjects ranging from far east artifacts to post-modernist art, and from feudal Japan to the rise and fall of communism. The clock struck 8 from a distant church bell and the sound echoed down the corridor of the library.
Josie listened and counted each ring while perched on top of a stool with three massive volumes in her hands. She sighed nervously and turned around to look at the half a cart of books still needed to be put back before her shift ends. With such a huge library there should at least be twice as many librarians and staff. But the place was underfunded, and the only new employee was her and she started 2 years ago. Most of the staff is so old that their combined age predates some of the history books in the collection. While it hardly seems fair that she had to do all the heavy lifting, but at least she has a job that she likes.
Josie Holland just graduated from university and started working right away. She liked the peace and quite of the place, but sometimes she could work the whole day without seeing another soul. People don't come here very often unless they are doing research on something. Even those are mostly by appointment.
At 23, she should probably be more social and meet new people. But most of the patrons who visits this place are old enough to be fossils themselves. It might be for the best though, she thought. Her social skills were so terrible, especially when it came to guys she liked.
She was about to step down from the top of the stool when she heard a voice.
"Excuse me, do you work here?"
Josie jumped out of her skin at the sound of the voice as she turned around. She lost her footing and closed her eyes as she prepared to feel the pain when someone clutch her body and steadied her.
"I didn't mean to startle you. I've been looking everywhere for someone to help me."
When she opened her eyes, the stranger in front of her was 6'3 with luscious brown hair and stubble around his chiseled chin. The thick grey sweater was doing nothing to conceal the muscular frame underneath. His arm was still around her, his hand resting on the small of her back. They were so close that she could smell the scent of his skin. He smelled like fresh laundry and tobacco. He smiled apologetically and waited for a reply.
Say something, anything, Josie thought to herself. But all she could do was stare.
"If I let go you won't fall, right?" The stranger asked as he slowly released Josie. His body was so warm that she almost protested as it moved away.
"Sorry I'm not usually this skittish, it's just that I didn't hear you at all. You said that you needed help with something? If it's a book or anything I can help you find it." Josie blurted out all at once as she smoothed her skirt.
That's just great, she cringed inwardly. Say nothing or won't stop talking. "Thanks for not letting me fall." She mumbled and bit her inner lip as she looked down.
"You're welcome. It was my bad really, Josie." He spotted her name on a tag pinned to her top. Then side stepped and allowed Josie to come down from the stool.
"This is the book that I was looking for." He handed her his phone with the book name on it.
"It should be this way." She led him down the aisle, walking away as fast as she can.
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Peter has been looking for someone in this vault of a library for ages. Aside from the senile desk clerk down at the entrance, he hasn't seen a single person. He walked down the hall and spotted a woman perched on a step. She was wearing a tight black turtleneck, a short red plaid skirt, and sheer leggings. Her clothes clung to her in all the right places. She turned a grabbed another one off the cart and spun back to face the shelve. She looked like a life size doll in one of those music boxes with her long brown hair, C-cup tits, and bubble butt. The book in her dainty hands looked about half her weight and he was amazed that she didn't topple over.
He wondered what those hands would feel like wrapped around his dick. The thought made his cock harden and strain against his pants.
He approached her and said "Excuse me, do you work here?"
She must have not heard him approach, or she was too engrossed in what she was doing. The next thing Peter knew was that he was holding her in his arms to prevent her from falling. Her soft breasts smashed against him as he wrapped his arms around her. Gosh she was so soft and pretty. Peter steadied her and moved away before he would do something he regrets.
He heard her mumble something and offer to help, but all he noticed was how she looked down and bit her lips. He wanted to pick her up, rip off her clothes, and fuck her senseless. But he maintained a straight face and finally remembered why he was there in the first place.
He handed over his phone with the item that he was looking for. She walked down the aisle away from him. He thought darkly that if she had any sense of self preservation, she should run as far away as possible.
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Josie walked as fast as she dared. Her heart was pounding from the scare, the almost-disastrous fall, and the gorgeous stranger that's at her heels. She thought she spotted something predatory in his eyes but dismissed it. Josie just wanted this embarrassing encounter to be over.