Lust in the Library(closed)

Kate's words seemed deliberately provocative, and Harry was suffering worse than Shane. He was practically leering and it was a minor miracle that the lovely, bubbly Jessica hadn't noticed.

"Oh, we both like the idea of travelling around during the fall, seeing the leaves change. There are some great sights to see too." Said Shane, quickly. "Really looking forward to the Lost River, for example. And Boston. And Salem."

"Not to mention whale watching off Hyanis" added Emma, excitedly clutching Shane's hand. "And visiting Mystic - our friends tell us the aquarium there is amazing!"

"There is going to be a lot of driving... but it will be worth it." finished Shane.

"Talking of driving..." interrupted Emma. "How are you getting in to work Monday? I forgot the cycle rack so we can't bring your bike home, and I really don't fancy getting up at the ridiculous hour you do..."
 
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Without missing a beat, the librarian placed her hand on Emma's shoulder and smiled, "You know Emma, I pass Shane on his bike on my way into work every morning. I'd gladly give him a ride." Kate said without bothering to look over at Shane.
 
Harry was halfway through a sip of champagne as Kate uttered the word "ride" in her low, sweet voice, and immediately spluttered and dissolved into a coughing fit.

Shane himself was caught with a mouthful of the bubbly liquid but was able to force it down with a gulp rather than spray it over the floor as Harry had done. He reddened very slightly - after all, he knew that what was being suggested was almost certainly no harmless innuendo - but recovered quickly.

"That would be very kind Kate, thank you." he said with a polite nod. "Emma does so hate having to get up early, don't you darling?"

Emma and Jessica had, of course noticed the effect the luscious librarians words had had on their men, but Harry's reaction had totally eclipsed Shane's. The two women exchange a look with rolling eyes that quite clearly said "Men!" before Jessica turned the full force of her glare on her still recovering husband, a look that quite clearly said "Wait till I get you home!"
 
Kate joined the woman as the rolled their eyes but as they turned their attention to Harry's coughing fit, the librarian glanced over at Shane and smiled. Once Harry had regained some control, Kate took her tray and went back to the bar.

Kate made her way around the room with another tray of glasses as the two couples talked about Harry and Jessica's new flat, the weather and gardening. Shane could see her as she made her way through the crowd. With only two glasses left, Stephen stopped her in between two of the book shelves.

Stephan was the french teacher though he was fluent in 5 other languages. He was young and tall with black hair and a well groomed gotte. Always dressed in the latest fashion and Shane had over heard more than a few of the female facility, including Mrs. Smith, saying how attractive he was and mysterious.


Stephan took the two glasses then handed one to Kate. His eyes never left hers as he took the tray from her hand and said something to her and he made some sort of toast. They both drank, still holding eye contact then Stephan leaned in closed and whispered something in her hear, his hand resting on her arm and remaining there. Kate giggled and blushed slightly as she glanced away. Stephan smiled and stepped back slightly, his hand lingering for a moment before he said something else and placed it in his jacket pocket. They both leaned against the book shelf, facing one another in quiet conversation.
 
Shane couldn't help but notice Stephan and Kate. it made him feel uncomfortable, he didn't know why. After all, he was the one that had no business being with the stunning librarian - as far as he knew, Stephan was single, so why shouldn't he flirt with the lovely Katerine?

Emma noticed where he was looking and glanced over herself. "Ohhh, he's gorgeous." she tittered. "Are you going to introduce us?" Noting the strange look upon her fiance's face, she quickly reassured him. "Only joking, darling, you know I only have eyes for you... and besides, it looks as though he only has eyes for Kate!"

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him gently. "You were right, darling. I do like her."

"Hmm?" asked Shane, confused.

"Kate, silly. The first time you met her you said I would like her, and I do. We should invite her around for a meal sometime soon. And Stephan, of course, if they are actually a couple."

"Oh..." said the teacher, relieved. "I don't think they actually are, you know, but they do seem to be getting on very well.

With that, the young almost-married couple turned back to speak to other members of the staff. The rest of the eveing passed pleasantly, and Shane did not see Kate - or Stephan again for the rest of the evening.

He was not sure how he felt about that... If she did hook up with Stephan permanently, it ought to mean she stopped wanting him... but at the same time... was that what he actually wanted? For that matter, Kate seemed quite capable and willing to keep more than one man at her beck and call... and who was to say she wasn't already? Maybe Harry's crude comments were just a cover? Maybe she and Stephan had been conducting an affair for months. There were several male members of staff, she could have seduced any of them...

His circular, going nowhere train of thought was interupted as Emma tugged at his arm.

"Come on, honey, it's time to go home."

The pair said their goodbyes and departed, Shane still filled with confusion about his affair and where it was headed...
 
The sun couldn't seem to break through the classic English fog that hung low on Monday morning. Kate's red spitfire pulled up into Shane and Emma's driveway at quarter to 7. The librarian sat in her car and listened to the end of "Nin,je ne regrette rien" before turning the key, killing the engine.

Kate couldn't see any lights on besides the one in the front entrance and one other, Kate assumed was the kitchen, towards the back of the little two story cottage. She reached out to the doorbell but thought better of it. Kate softly knocked on the stain glass window in the middle of the door and waited to see if Shane had heard.

Not able to resist, Kate glanced up to see if a light upstairs would turn on. Would Emma hear her knock? What else would Shane's bride-to-be be able to sleep through?
 
The sound of a car on the gravel driveway was followed by a soft knock at the door and Shane hurriedly shoved the last scrap of toast from his breakfast (poached eggs on toast) into his mouth, swallowed his last mouthful of coffee, and deftly picked up the plate and mug, sliding them onto the counter above the dishwasher before rushing to the door.

He was cursing softly - Kate - who else could it be at this hour? - was earlier than he expected and he wasn't ready yet. He hurried quietly down the narrow hallway before she could get impatient and knock louder. He could see the blurry yet unmistakably feminine body of the librarion through the frosted glass panel that formed most of the upper half of the front door, and gave her a quick wave to let her know she had been seen before unlocking the

The door opened slightly, and Shane peered out at Kate. "Emma is still asleep..." he murmured. "You are ealier than I expected, you had better come in for a bit."

As he opened the door wider, Kate could see that he was still in the boxers and T-shirt he had slept in.
 
Kate smiled as she slipped in passed Shne. As she did, he could smell her honeysuckle perfume left in the air behind her.

A stairwell lead upstairs into the morning darkness to Kate's right while a long hallway lead to the kitchen where a warm light lit the narrow passage way. The smell of the freshly drewed coffee drew her that way. "What a cozy little place." Kate commented softly over her shoulder as she headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was quaint, decorated in a rustic theme with a large, farm style table in the middle of the room. On the counter next to the coffee pot was a large mug half filled with coffee and a plate with toast crumbs on it. Once through the kitchen doorway, Kate undid the belt on her coat as well as the buttons then slipped it off, draping it over the back of one of the chairs. Kate picked a piece of lint from her tight black dress. It wrapped around her body, hugging her breasts and buttoning on the side at her hip.

"So how sound of a sleeper is she?" Kate asked with a smile as she turned to face Shane.
 
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The sight of Kate in his home was exciting enough, but it was the scent of her perfume that really got to Shane. The sense of smell is plugged directly into the emotional centre of the brain and the sensational sex that he now associated with the scent of honeysuckle made him hard almost instantly.

There was no way on earth that Kate could miss the way Shane's cock was straining against his boxer shorts, and it was almost certainly that which inspired her smile and her question...

"So how sound of a sleeper is she?"

He groaned with lust as his eyes traveled up and down her perfect figure, displayed so artfully in the tight black dress. He stepped back involuntarily, intimidated by the raw aggressive sexual heat that seemed to be filling the kitchen, until he was brought to a halt by the kitchen worktop.

Filled with a mixture of lust and apprehension, he stammered out his response.

"She... she doesn't even wake to my alarm clock going off..."
 
With slow and deliberate steps, Kate walked towards Shane. As she did her eyes remained focused on him but her hand slipped down to the buttons at her side. With a flick of her fingers, the dress fell open, revealing a sheer, black lace bra, matching thong and silk stockings with matching lace trim.

"How fortunate." Kate commented as she grabbed onto the front of Shane's t-shirt, dragging him towards her. He seemed to be caught off guard for he slammed into her, sending them both back a step, bumping into the table. With a smile, Kate let her dress drop to the floor and wrapped her arms around Shane's neck. her soft lips brushed against his for a moment then she whispered, "I want you to lay me on the table and fuck me with that hard piece of morning wood." Then she pressed her soft lips to his.
 
Shane gasped as Kate opened her dress, revealing her lush curves clad in sensuous lingerie.

When she grabbed his T-Shirt he could not have fought her off even if he had wanted to. He may well have been physically stronger, but that strength seemed to leach out of him at his lover's touch, leaving him weak in mind and body, able to do only as she demanded.

As her lips pressed against his he responded to the kiss, hungrily, his tongue slipping between her lips and exploring her by-now-familiar mouth with passion. He moaned softly into her mouth, a wordless moan that nonetheless told Kate everything she needed to know about the effect she had on the half-naked man before her. Equally communicative was the hard member sandwiched between their bodies as they ground into each other.

Shane broke the kiss, and pulled his T-Shirt over his head, not caring where it fell. Then he grabbed his lover around the waist and lifted her onto the table.

The table was old, dark oak, a heavy, almost immobile kitchen table as old as the cottage - it had come as part of the cottage, in fact, being too big and heavy for the previous owners new, modern home. It accepted Kate's negligible weight without a single creak, and as she put her hands down do steady herself she could feel the warmth and smoothness of the solid table top.

Then Shanes hand's were on her shoulders, pulling her into another hard, urgent kiss, before sliding her bra-straps from her shoulders and sliding around to spill her wonderful breasts out into view. Her lover's lips left her mouth and kissed down her neck, down to the upper slopes of her breasts, before his hands pressed those wonderful mounds together and his lips and tongue began to work frantically on her nipples.
 
Kate left her hands on the table behind her as Shane needed her firm breasts, kissing them, licking them. She smiled down at him as her lovers attention was completely focused on her chest. After a moment a soft moan escaped her lips. "Oh Shane." she whispered then with her slender hand, she reached down and grabbed his chin, tilting his head up so he had no choice but to look up at her.

As their eyes met, Kate's tilted her head to the side, she licked her lips. With her free hand, she reached up and pulled the hair pin from her bun and her red locks fell about her shoulders with a shake of her head. "I said, I want you to lay me on the table and fuck me with that hard piece of morning wood." With a wink, Kate let her hands slide back onto the table, slowly lowering herself to her elbows on the old wood table.
 
The ultimate betrayal, thought Shane, through a fog of heated lust. To fuck - not "make love to", "sleep with" but FUCK - your lover in your kitchen whilst the woman you are to marry sleeps upstairs... We could get caught, this could ruin everything...

Whilst he felt shame, it would not be true to say he was filled with it - it was lust that was dominating his thoughts. The dangerous situation was also one of huge sexual excitement, and it took no more than a tug at the fly of his boxers to bring his large, thick, and very very engorged cock springing free.

With a low growl Shane grabbed Kate's ankles and lifted them high, onto his shoulders. Then his large hands encircled her waist and pulled her to the edge of the table, impaling her on his cock, plunging it into her hot, wet, sex in a single swift, brutal action.

They groaned together at the feeling, and he paused for a moment, luxuriating in the sensation of Kate's tight pussy surrounding his hardness, before he began a brutal, urgent pounding, every thrust punctuated by a whispered word.

"Fuck! Yes! Oh! God! Kate! Take it!"
 
Kate reached for the sides of the table as Shane slid his hard cock passed her thong, into her tight, wet pussy. As the head of his cock pushed in as far as it would go, filling her completely, a soft moan escaped her soft, red lips. "Take it." he said and Kate had every intention.

As Shane began to pound her, the librarian looked up from the table, her eyes never leaving his as her right hand began to kneed her right breast, pulling gently at first at her nipple, then harder as her left hand slid down her stomach, between her legs to her soft folds, searching for her clit.

Her lover looked down at her, her hair halloed out about her head, like a fan of fire. Her green eyes so hungry with lust gazed at him passed her long eyelashes. She soft lips parted slightly as she tried to contain her vocal excitement. "More." she whispered. "I want it harder than you've ever fucked anyone before. I want you to cum harder than you've ever cum before."
 
Any thought of consciously trying to pleasure his lover fled from Shane's mind as her words goaded him into action. He gripped her hips hard enough for his fingertips to leave marks as he thrust into her again and again, slamming his hard member into her again and again, mercilessly.

In return he could feel her clenching her muscles around his swollen cock, a highly charged sexual action that inflamed him even further. His breathing quickened and became shallow and he knew he was on the very edge of climax.

"Oh fuuuck Kaaate..." he groaned, a long drawn out not-quite-whisper, as his hard cock began to twitch and spasm inside his lover. He thrust into her one last time, pushing himself into her as deep as he could go, as his stimulated organ pumped jet after jet of his hot, sticky semen deep into her eager pussy.
 
As Shane gripped Kate by the hips and began to thrust into her unrelentingly, Kate had little choice but the reach both hands to the outside edges of the old kitchen table and hold on. As his fingers dug into the soft skin about her hips, the librarian bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying desperately to hold in a cry of pleasure. Every thrust of Shane's pelvis forced the air from Kate's lungs. As he pounded her pussy, his grip became tighter and tighter. There was no doubt in Kate's mind that he would leave marks on her hips, but at the same time, she didn't care. As tight as she could, Kate tightened her pussy around the teacher's girth and felt his response. After a few more thrusts, Shane shot his load deep inside her.

A soft moan escaped Kate's ruby lips involuntarily as the look of satisfaction on her face mirrored his. Even though it was still early in the morning, he looked spent. Under different circumstances, Kate would have likely spent the rest of the morning curled up with her lover in bed, enjoying the slumber brought on by such vigorous fucking but there's what not the sort of relationship that lent itself to such simple pleasures.

Instead, Kate reached up and caressed Shane's jaw, letting her soft fingertips run from the back to his chin. “Oh how I wish we had more time.... go get dressed. I need to be early today. The head master has far to many meetings he wishes I attend and I still have my regular work to do.”
 
As his hard cock spasmed inside Kate's aggressively tight pussy, spurting jet after jet of his hot cum deep inside her, Shane let out a long, low groan. "Oh Jesus, Kate." he murmured, as she caressed his face. He nodded at her words, withdrew his still semi-hard member from her tight sex, and felt the lust and satisfaction burn away rapidly as the reality of what he had just done sunk in.

But he was beyond guilt, now. He should be feeling wracked with it, having fucked his lover on the kitchen table in his own home, as his fiance slept upstairs. But instead, there was only excitement - what would Kate have him do next?

He slid quietly upstairs to the bathroom, giving his spent genitals a quiet wash with a flannel to hide the scent of sex, then slipped into the spare room, where his clothes hung - Emma's idea, to stop him from waking her early as he dressed for the day. He heard the front door, surmised that Kate was waiting in the car, and dressed quickly. He returned to the kitchen to ensure that there was no evidence of their encounter left, then pausing only to collect his bag from the hallway headed outside and slipped into the passenger side of Kate's car,

He looked over at her, admiring the way her skirt was rissing up high on her thighs, exposing her deliciously long legs.

"We had better be off then..." he said, quietly.
 
Kate smiled and threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. As she pulled out onto the street, she commented, "I wonder if the next time I get home to Canada how long it will take to get used to driving on the right side of the road?"

As they began the half hour drive to school, Kate reached over and took Shane's hand. Her eyes never left the road as she placed it in her lap then spread her legs slightly. "Though this morning was fun, you left me with a need unfulfilled."
 
Shane smiled wryly at his lovers demand. "Yes, ma'am..., " he murmured, as he began to twist his wrist, grinding his palm firmly into Kate's swollen clit and letting his fingertips flick back and forth across her moist nether lips.

He leaned back in his seat, pushed his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes, allowing himself to be guided only by two senses; that of touch, as the folds of Kate's pussy responded to his feather-light touch, and that of hearing, listening intently to the way Kate's breathing changed, and the low moan she emitted. Thus he was able to change the pressure, the angle, the speed and experiment with finding the ministrations that pleased her most.

When he felt he had teased her long enough, he ceased the twisting action of his wrist and began to rub the tip of his middle finger up and down his lover's increasingly wet folds, as his ring finger and index finger rubbed the moist lips of her sex and his palm slid up and down over her clit.

Then, without warning, he slipped three fingers into her eager pussy, as far in as the awkward angle would allow. He grinned as she gasped and he felt the car lurch slightly to the left.

"Try to keep out of the ditch..." he whispered as he began to plunge his three thick fingers in and out of his lover's hot, wet sex.
 
Kate had no intentions on letting Shane make her cum quickly. She planned to enjoy every minute of their drive. So as he played gently with her, the librarian paid attention to the road. A soft moan escaped her lips once but she bit it back and continued on.

She almost had herself under complete control when Shane turned his wrist and slipped three fingers into her pussy. They slipped in so easily with only a little bit of stretching, his cum lubbing their way.

A wide smile crossed his face as he said with some satisfaction, "Try to keep out of the ditch...." and continued pumping.

Kate couldn't help but smile at his smugness. Reaching passed him for the shifter, she shifted into a higher gear. "Don't worry about what I'm doing. You have your own job to do." As her foot slipped off the clutch, Kate spread her legs wider, giving Shane more access to her pussy.
 
"Anything you say..." said Shane, softly. I should have known she wasn't going to make it easy... he thought to himself.

He withdrew his hand - drawing a frown from his lover - and hung his right arm over the back of the driver's seat, behind Kate's shapely neck. Then he leaned right over, his lowering his head to her full breasts and twisting his shoulders so that he could reach Kate's wet, eager pussy with his left hand.

With his left hand he had much more freedom to move, and he slipped his fingers into her easily, a pair of fingers sliding deep inside her, seeking out that one sweet spot that would give her the most pleasure. A small groan that forced its way between her tight lips let him know when he had found it, and he began to press against it firmly, rubbing his fingers slowly and laviciously around and over that very sensitive area of her sex.

"Is that better, Mistress..." he whispered into her chest.
 
The combination of Shane's talents and the danger of getting pulled over or caught in some other manner made Kate grip the wheel tightly, trying to keep both her body and the car under control.

As they came to the hill that marked the half way point on their commute, Kate reached over and gripped the shifter and slid the transmission into a lower gear. The title mistress slipped from Shane's lips and Kate raised an eye brow. "Have I given you permission to use such a title for me Shane?" she whispered as she spread her legs apart more as her foot slipped off the clutch. A soft moan escaped her lips as the man next to her continued his efforts. "No, I think we should forgo the titles.... I would hate to calm you when you belong to another......fuck yes Shane!" She lost her formal demeanor for a moment as Shane's strong fingers continued to pleasure her.

Kate continued to moan as she speed towards the school. As the sexual energy built, she could see the tall trees in front of the huge stone school. The parking lot was empty so it was no trouble finding a parking spot in the far edge of the lot under a low hanging branch. As soon as the car cane to stop, Kate turned to Shane and said in a soft voice, "Get out and come to my side of the car. I want you to finish what you've started."
 
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Not wasting any time at all in spoken replies, Shane slipped out of the door and walked around to the right hand side. He pulled Kate's door open and dropped to his knees on the cold concrete. She was already half-turned in her seat but he could not wait, and impatiently grabbed her knee, pulling her around and her legs open in one motion.

He looked up at her for one long moment before plunging his face down between her thighs, his nose pressing hard against her clit as his tongue slid deep into her wet cunt, swirling around and around energetically. The scent of her arousal was almost overwhelming and he was determined to give her the pleasure she desired.
 
Kate had held back the whole drive. She had been very close to cumming along the way but had managed for hold back, but as Shane berried his face in her folds, Kate let go. Slowly she let her head fall back and reached down to run her hands through Shane's hair. "Mmmm yes!" she whispered. "That's it."

As her pussy clamped down on Shane's nimble tongue, Kate softly moaned. He continued his worshiping of her hot sex till he had lapped up all of her sweet nectar. With a heavy sigh, Kate looked down between her spread. "If I didn't love the look of your ass in those tight bike shorts every morning, I might offer to drive you to work more often." With a wink and a lick of her lips, Kate sat up and offered Shane a tissue to wipe her juices from his face.

Slowly she reached between the seats and pulled out a pair of back lace panties and handed them Shane. She extended her foot towards him. "While you're down there...." She said with a smile.
 
After a careful wipe of his face, Shane obediently lifted each of Kate's shapely feet in turn, slipping the panties onto her legs with care before sliding them upwards, his firm hands glidling up her legs.

"You have the most amazing body" he murmured as he caressed her calves, then her thighs, and then, as she lifted herself from teh seat slightly, her perfectly formed behind.

He let his hands rest there a moment, giving a firm squeeze as she sat back down on them, before sliding them out and rising to his feet. He offered Kate a hand, then, as she exited the car, gave her a wide smile, eyes gleaming.

"I will see you later, I am sure, Miss Mackay... thank you for the... ride."
 
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