Message-ID: <20306eli$9903010459@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20306.txt> From: trekkerjt@aol.com (TrekkerJT) Subject: NEW: Quiet, Please by JT (F/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990228194824.12878.00001419@ng-fw1.aol.com> Warning! This story contains graphic sexual content. Send comments to TrekkerJT@aol.com ----------------------------------------------------------- "Quiet, Please" by JT Anita had been undressing the redhead with her eyes all morning, so when the woman stood looking confused in the 001-299 section she seized the opportunity to make her move. "Can I help you?" "I sure hope so, " the redhead said. "I looked up a book on the computer but I can't seem to find it on the shelf." Anita nodded to show her heartfelt sympathy, though her thoughts were hardly on the Dewey decimal system. The redhead was even lovelier up close, with big eyes and full, round lips that curved into an inviting smile. She saw a glimmer of hope in that smile, a look that suggested maybe . . . just maybe. "Well, you're in the general vicinity. Did you jot down the call numbers?" "Right here, " the redhead replied, handing her a piece of scrap paper. Anita took it and studied the number the woman had written down, then began scanning the shelves. The computer was sometimes wrong about these things, but assuming the book was in like it was supposed to be, it should have been on the top row at the end of the section. She picked through the various titles, rechecking the number scrawled on the scrap of paper in her hand. "Hmm . . . it doesn't seem to be here, " Anita said. She suddenly felt a hand slide over her hips and gasped softly. The paper in her grasp trembled as the redhead's hand began to slowly stroke up and down her thigh. "Does that mean it's been checked out?" the redhead asked innocently. "Not necessarily, " Anita said. "It might have been mis-shelved." She felt the redhead's breath on the back of her neck, hot and uneven, like the snorting of a bull about to charge. "Does that happen?" Anita started to reply but moaned softly instead as another hand came around and cupped her breast, kneading it firmly. Fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them to stiff erection. She dropped her head forward slightly, rolling it from side to side as the redhead spooned against her. "Sometimes, " Anita muttered. "People pull out a book to look at it then put it back in the wrong place." She couldn't get out much more than that. The redhead's crotch was grinding into her ass and she could almost feel the wetness of the other woman's cunt, could almost taste its sweetness. "That's very inconsiderate, " the redhead whispered. "Yes . . . it is, " Anita said. The hand on her thigh slipped between her legs, cupping her mound and squeezing it. She whimpered softly, driving herself down against the other woman's hand, searching for release from the throbbing of her clit. "The nerve of some people." Soft, wet lips kissed the back of her neck as the redhead fumbled with the fly of her slacks, unzipping it slowly and pressing two fingers against her slit. The redhead rubbed her through the soaked front of her panties, making small circles with the pads of two fingers until Anita was ready to explode. Then the crotch of her panties was pulled aside and the redhead was inside her, thrusting deep into her pussy. Anita rocked against the hand in her cunt, moving to the rhythm the redhead created as long, nimble fingers pumped in and out of her slick netherlips. The other woman's tongue found its way into her ear, hot and wet and wanting her so badly. "Don't forget this is a library, " the redhead whispered. "You have to be quiet." Anita bit down on her lower lip as the redhead's fingers stroked her clit, squeezed it, rolled it, pinched it hard until she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. Her legs folded underneath her and she had to hold onto the bookshelf for support. The redhead cupped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound as she came, her entire body shuddering as ripples of pleasure raced through her. Anita finally caught her breath and turned in the other woman's arms. The redhead smiled at her, lifting glistening wet fingers to eager lips. Anita watched as the redhead began licking the honey from those crafty fingers, tongue swirling around each one. She took the redhead's hand and brought it to her own lips, cleaning off the rest herself. Then she bent forward and kissed that lush mouth, sliding her tongue over the other woman's lips. The redhead's tongue found hers and it was electric. She reached around and grabbed the redhead's hard ass, squeezing the firm rounds as she sucked on the other woman's tongue. The redhead grunted hungrily. Anita took a quick look around then lowered herself to the floor. She ducked her head under the redhead's denim skirt and was greeted by the scent of a hot, wet cunt just begging to be licked. The smell was intoxicating, making her mouth water. She flicked her tongue against the swollen flaps, savoring the pungent, womanly flavor. The redhead cried out softly above her, raking urgent fingers through her hair as she pushed her tongue deeper and deeper into that sweet cunt until she was up to her chin in wet. She licked up and down the length of the redhead's cleft, swirling her tongue around the other woman's clit. The nub of flesh was rock hard, throbbing for her touch. She teased it with her tongue before taking it firmly between her lips. The redhead arched against her mouth, muttering breathlessly as Anita sucked the woman's clit, harder and harder until the redhead's pussy was tightening around her and the muted sounds of a woman being satisfied filled the air. Anita got to her feet, straightening her ruffled blouse and smoothing her trousers before looking up. The redhead was panting heavily, a sheen of sweat covering that sweet, gorgeous face. "I'm sorry I couldn't find your book. I can put a reserve on it, if you like." "That's all right, " the redhead said. "I'll just check back tomorrow and see if it's in." Anita smiled. "I'll be here if you need help finding it." "I get the feeling I will. I hope you don't mind." "It's my job, " Anita said, grinning. 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