"Quiet, Please"

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. "I'm the librarian."