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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT
read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly
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Blushing
By Richard
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Blushing, Part 1
Each day I have watched you and your slim beauty. The way your blouse opens slightly when you
lean forward shelving books. The way your knee rests on the floor as you check titles on a bottom
shelf. Your other leg bent for balance and your calf length skirt stretched between your legs,
adhering to and displaying your limbs even as it conceals them.
I have spent part of each day with you. Seeing you stamping books at the check-out counter.
Dealing with reference questions and cataloging. Working out diplomatic ways to deal with both
society patrons and the homeless that visit and shelter here. Sometimes I will to you and ask you a
question and, while standing ther, our arms or legs will touch each other, briefly, and it is as
though a warm heat is generated within us. The you do that thing I love so dearly.
You blush.
It is not a simple blush that will dust only your cheeks but a deep full blush that starts at the
tip of your ears and travels downward; sliding along your arms to your fingertips; flushing warmly
from the nape of your neck and the cleavage of your breasts, showing even through the dark hose you
favor until your whole body is aglow like the sun.
You do this whenever we touch.
Tonight I see you with a stack of discarded volumes in your arms. You are headed downstairs to
the storage room where the books will await next spring's book sale. The books are heavy and the
stairs steep in our old building so you are careful where you place your feet and your back is very
straight. I wait a moment then follow you down into the library's basement, old steam pipes covered
with thick white insulation lining the ceiling, naked light bulbs providing only harsh illumination,
until I see you enter the storage room.
As I enter the room you are just placing the books atop a stack of discards lining the wall. You
turn around, startled and when you recognize me your blush begins again, sweet and warm. I step
before you and take you in my arms. I lean over and without saying a work, give you a long lingering
kiss that starts at your mouth, plays with your tongue and moves to your ear lobe before descending
to that little hollow between your shoulder blade and collar bone.
My left hand softly mounds your breast and is soon stroking and rolling your nipple beneath your
blouse while my right hand begins to knead your ass cheeks. Soon I slide that hand into the
waistband of your skirt and cup your ass cheeks with my fingers, all of them moving and stroking your
cheeks with urgent passion.
Behind you is an old library table, half covered with dusty ledgers and volumes of forgotten
news. I lean you against it, then unbutton your waistband and slide the zipper down until gravity
overtakes your skirt and it falls to the floor. Your panties are so wet that your pussy hair is
easily seen through them. I lift your legs, first the left, then the right, and your skirt is pulled
from around your feet. I toss it into a dark corner. Then, slowly, I slide my hands up your ankles
to your knees. Up your thighs to your hips. Over your soaking panties, across your tummy, inside
your blouse, higher and higher until they cup the undersides of your peach-size breasts.
"Open your blouse." I tell you and your hands move and unbutton each button until it hangs open
before me. You do not stop but unclasp the front of your bra as well and then part it until your
breasts are naked before me. I slide both blouse and bra over and off your shoulders so that both
fall in a tangle behind your back. With the sleeves still buttoned your hands are entangled,
imprisoned, trapped, so that your breasts are standing out, the nipples hard.
I pull your breasts forward and you bend until they are hanging, dangling in front of my face, my
lips. I kiss the nipples, one after the other, while my hands knead, milk your breasts and you moan
and say only one word. "Please." I ask "Please what?" but you reply only "Please." I slide my
tongue into the valley between your two plump breasts, licking and kissing and nibbling until I reach
your sternum. My fingers grasp your nipples and as I begin to kiss, no, suck on the bone between
your breasts, I pull and grind your nipples between finger and thumb. You jerk and groan and murmer
"Oh, God...don't stop. Don't stop."
Your knees start to tremble and just when you think you can't stand up a second longer I lift my
head from between your breasts, stand before you, and capture your mouth with mine. My tongue slides
over and between your lips and I suck your tongue into my mouth. You try to free your hands from the
entanglement of your blouse but you can't see what you're doing and the sleeves are too tight. You
groan into my mouth and I grab your lower lip between my teeth and chew softly, gently as my hands
leave your aching, throbbing nipples and move down to your ass cheeks. I grab your panties and pull
upward until the crotch is digging in between your pussy lips and ass crack. I push you tighter
against the table, your arms still behind you, and nudge your feet apart.
My mouth leaves yours and travels down again, kissing, licking past your throat, your
breasts--the nipples fully engorged and jutting out like small mountains, past your stomach and belly
button. I take a moment to lick and breathe warm ari there until my fingers encounter the elastic
band of your panties. I grab it with my teeth and stretch it out, then let it snap back onto your
hot sweaty skin. I move my hands to the band on either side of your hips and you lean down, your
long hair brushing the top of my head. "Please." you murmur again and I pull them down your hips,
your thighs, my knuckles pressing sliding on your skin until you lift up one foot, then the other and
the panties join your skirt. I spread your legs then, wider than before, and my fingers move up to
the tangled humid swamp of your pussy. I poke and press and prod and stretch your pussy lips while
your juices soak my fingers. At first one, then another, travel inside you and you hunch yourself
down, helpless to do anything but fuck yourself on them.
My thumb joins my fingers and you grunt. It's almost too much but not quite. Besides it doesn't
last for long. My thumb, slick and soaked, leaves your warm hole and traces your pussy lips down and
back, until it leaves your lips and lingers for a brief instant on the smooth patch of skin below and
behind your pussy. Then it finds where it wants to go and you say "Oh! Oh, I..." and I say "Yes!"
and my thumb sinks into your ass hole. You still lower, hump, fuck yourself on my fingers, now
embedded in your pussy and ass. They, in turn, move, wiggle, even touch eachother through that wall
that separates ass and pussy. Your breath is coming faster and the sweat is rolling, dropping off
your shaking breasts when suddenly, shockingly, my fingers are gone and LIKE A THUNDERBOLT my mouth
is on your pussy, licking and chewing, sliding between your lips and within your pussy until your
back arches and your fingers claw first the table top and then your own ass cheeks. My fingers pull
your pussy lips farther and my tongue seems to be impossibly everywhere. Your whole world is
centered at your crotch, your cunt, and just when you think that the feeling can't get any more
intense, my long middle finger comes roaring roughly into your ass and you jerk and groan and
soundlessly scream while you cum and cum and cum long after you thought your body would have
collapsed. You feel as if you will go insane if the feeling persists, if my mouth stays on your
pussy, if my finger stays in your ass. But they do stay until later when you find yourself kneeling
on the floor, your pussy and ass empty and momentarily satisfied. I kiss your eyelids and cheeks and
ears and throat. I unbutton your cuffs and pull your blouse and bra off. You kneel there, naked
save for garters and hose and low heels. Trembling while my fingers like feathers trace your skin.