Professor K encountered Rani in the Stacks. This run-in wasn’t accidental; he knew where to find her. He sent Rani on a goose-chased research assignment contrasting Parisian erotica in the face of European censorship laws of the 1930s.
He refused to make his presence known, several aisles removed, patiently he spied delicate glimpses of her through the gaps of texts nestled in shelves. In this distance she held her genuine composure, planting mindful steps upon the rolling ladder to grasp dusty books out of reach. He watched her body in segments, fragmented from what his secluded vantage point offered.
Professor K found himself awkwardly contorting his body to steal vibrant images of her: the pleated black skirt swirled against her thighs, displayed the tops of her stockings; her gray cardigan gradually journeyed upward revealing the glimmer of her jeweled navel. Rani fumbled a text on Joyce as she attempted to readjust her cardigan.
Rani descended the ladder cradling several books against her breast. She situated herself by kneeling on the floor, enabling her to peruse the indices for relevant information. Professor K made his way to the top of her aisle, stood silently aside as he studied the shadows between her secretive thighs. He deftly traversed the aisle’s length so that she remained unaware of his encroachment until his scuffed Doc Martins entered her peripheral vision. Her gaze moved upward noting the weight of his taut trousers, his rolled up sleeves exposing several literary tattoos, the loosened tie, and inquisitive wolf’s eyes under disheveled salt-peppered waves of hair.
“Looks like you’re making headway with this project,” he said as he knelt in front of her. He noticed the flush of pink rise from the valley of her breasts across the nape of her neck.
Obviously flustered, she took a breath, “I know you’re a sadistic professor, but this time you’re encroaching on hard limits, Sir.”
He understood the hint of history in her response. They’ve enjoyed secretive rendezvous spanning several semesters of her graduate work. “Here’s an entry on the UK’s case banning Ulysses.” His hand hovered the index. Adeptly he used the back of his hand to brush the inside of her knee.
Instantaneous goosebumps.
“Um, Sir, that’s not where you’ll find the entry,” Rani attempted to adopt a more modest composure. “If you want me to complete this project by tomorrow’s class, then it’s unusually cruel for you to sidetrack me like this.”
Professor K firmly grasped her thigh under her pleated skirt. “Ms. Rati, Are you telling me that you cannot manage your current workload?”
“No, that’s not it at all. I just…” She lost her train of thought as Professor K’s entire hand slid up the length of her thigh, fingers fondled her panties, pulling them forward; she felt the thong’s tension within her ass. His thumb thudded dense upon her clit. His fingers pinched her folds with that heavy thumb delving down, gaining wetness, then sliding upward to electrify her again.
He bit the nape of her neck. She sank to both knees, grinding against firm fingers. Professor K pulled her hair aside, looking down the aisle, through the cracks of broken spines shelved around them.
“Look to your right, Ms. Rati. Do so slowly.”
With his fingers working slowly into her and his palm pressed firmly upon her clit, all she wanted to do was melt into him. He literally had to support her with his shoulder. She could only discern entangled legs, one set housed in jeans, the other set spilling from a short skirt.
“Stand up, Ms. Rati. Again, do so very carefully. Do not attract their attention.”
With every ounce of strength that remained, Rani used the shelving to pull herself to a near standing position. As her body rose, Professor K pulled her panties down her legs. He tapped her ankles, signaling for her to step out of them.
“Looks like someone has the same idea.” She whispered down to him. She couldn’t believe that Professor K’s head was disappearing under her black pleats. His hand guided her leg to prop against the shelf, giving him what little room he had to administer his tongue upon her cunt. His fingers spread her labia, as he licked long, firm strokes from cunt to clit. He’d dive his tongue back into her, then move upward again.
An involuntary whimper escaped her lips. His other hand pinched her ass. Then tapped her twice, signaling for her to remain quiet.
Rani’s hands awkwardly held her skirt down. She gazed upon Professor K’s muscular back, his ass. Those tight trousers he wears to class everyday drive all the women insane with lust.
She ventured to seek out the couple several aisles across the library. She discerned the couple, in their early twenties, he had her pinned to the shelving, forcibly kissing her, while his hand disappeared under her skirt. The girl moaned loudly into his mouth.
Rani’s moans mirrored the other students. Professor K’s tongue ceased its administration upon her privates. He uncovered himself from the confines of her skirt, stood up, and took her chin in his hand. His fingers pried her mouth open, slid across her tongue as she tasted her cunt upon them. He leaned into her, biting her ear, then whispered severely, “I told you to remain quiet, Pet.” He pulled away from her, wolf-blue eyes gazing downward. His other hand rose, fingers brushing her neck, across her chin, he used his glistening fingers to open her mouth wide as he stuffed her soaked panties in her mouth. “Brace yourself upon the shelves and watch them, quietly. Do not make the slightest whimper.”
He went back down between her legs, his mouth found its way back to her cunt. Fingers slipped inside as he sucked and manipulated her clit. His other hand went to work on her; sought her wetness, his mouth, then pressed against her budding ass. Completely full, Rani buckled from his administrations. Nearly cried out as she tried to maintain her composure.
She hardly had the mindset to watch the neighboring couple. At this glance, he had turned the girl to face opposite Rani. Rani believed they were completely fucking at this point. His thrusts against her rocked the shelves; his movements were rapid, immature, especially in contrast to the adept tongue, teeth, and fingertips that orchestrated a building, severe orgasm.
Rani caught the delirious first wave of shudders that stretched across her thighs, then rippled downward. Professor K had to support her by contorting his arms. She entered that out of body phase, her body a complete rush of endorphins. The severe moan that escaped her muffled mouth caught the attention of the male twenty-something. Their eyes locked. Rani couldn’t catch her breath, nevermind catch her balance. The twenty-something read the orgasmic bliss of Rani’s expression and this sent him over the edge, grunting and pawing at his partner.
Rani supported herself against the shelves as her orgasm subsided. Professor K gathered himself and slid out from under her. He stood, wiping his goat-tee and then hands with a handkerchief. He had that delirious smirk as he took her panties from her mouth, then tucked them in his pocket. “That research assignment is due, on my desk, by 9:00 tomorrow morning.”
She honestly couldn’t stand; a quivering mass. She slid to the floor to gather her composure, then eventually the books.
He leaned down, gave her a musky kiss, biting her lip as he pulled away. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
