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How the West Was Won

I returned to work the next week.  I didn't know what
to expect when I arrived.  Therefore, when nothing was
different I was a little puzzled.  The director made
virtually no notice of my arrival.  The other staff
all offered the usual greetings as we happened upon
each other.

Well, in the absence of any other instructions, I was
going to pretty much continue the way I had
previously.  I wasn't scheduled to be at the reference
desk till that afternoon, so I sat at my computer and
started going through my email.  Hmm, there was
nothing too exciting in there either.  As it turns
out, I wasn't quite prepared for the total return to
the rut I had previously been in.

Feeling a bit restless, I thought I would nose around
the Library a bit to see what was happening.  I went
to the second floor.  The maintenance staff was busy
clearing the room behind the elevator.  They were
wearing respirators.

I flagged on of them down.  "What the heck is going
on?"

"We were told to clear that room for some renovations"
I was told.

"What's with the air filters then?"

"Apparently, when the building was built, they put
some asbestos in that room because it is near the
operating equipment for the elevator, fire resistant
and all you know.  There shouldn't be much of a
problem for us because we aren't disturbing any of the
materials, but they wanted to be sure, so they gave us
these."

Ah, that was apparently the cover story the director
was intending to use.  That would cover the clean out
and construction, but how was she going to handle the
"repurposing" of the space?  Upon considering it for a
moment, I found that I didn't much care how she would
handle it.  It was her problem.

The rest of my brief tour around the Library was
uneventful.  I returned to my desk to muddle through
the remainder of the morning.

I returned after lunch to my time on the reference
desk.  Again, there didn't appear to be anything out
of the ordinary.

We got the usual questions, mostly telephone numbers
and such.  Then in the afternoon, a promising subject
approached the desk.

She was young and appeared to be at least partially
Asian.  Her skin tone was mostly what led me to this
conclusion.  I say partially because she didn't really
have the almond shaped eyes characteristic of a human
from that part of the world.  She actually had the
biggest brown eyes I've ever seen.  They were such
that once she looked at you, you stayed looked at. 
They were, in a word, striking.

As she neared, it became apparent that she wasn't in
the best mood.

"How can I help you this afternoon?" I tried to greet
cheerfully.

"Do you have any information on the transcontinental
railway?" she mumbled.

"I bet we probably do.  Do you mind if I ask what you
need the information for?  That might help me gauge
what section will best suit your purposes."

"I have to do a report on it for history class."

"Ah, I see.  It sounds like it is a little bit of a
forced march.  Anyway, what we have on the
transcontinental railway will be in the United States
history section at about 972 or 973.  Would you like
me to guide you to them (he asked hopefully)?"

"Yes, please"

We moved off toward that section.  She followed me, so
I couldn't spend much time gazing at her youthful
beauty.  I more than made up for it once we got to our
destination.  

I turned and looked at her as I indicated where the
books would be.  She was shorter than me by about
eight inches or so.  Her medium length brown hair
appeared to have some fairly recent light brown
highlights.  She wore a little makeup, but didn't need
to.  Her skin was flawless.

As her eyes flitted over the books, my eyes flitted
over her.  She was wearing a black, skin tight, tank
top the ended just above her belly button.  The smooth
expanse of stomach ended at a black and white, flower
print, miniskirt.  It was constructed of a light
fabric that flowed when she moved.  It was dead sexy.

If there is a more perfectly shaped pair of legs in
the universe, I have yet to see them.  They weren't
too skinny, but had a lovely taper from her thigh to
her knee.  Her calves were fairly slim as well, but
muscular.  She must be an athlete.  Her white
flip-flops completed the outfit.

She appeared to be dressed to expose the maximum
amount of skin that one could reasonably expose.  I
didn't object.

She sighed, drawing me out of my enjoyment of her
body.

"Are you not finding anything that seems like it will
work?"

"I don't know.  I don't really want to do this. 
History is so boring."

"Ah, I see.  Something I learned in school is that you
sometimes have to trick yourself into liking a
subject."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I used to try to replace what I was actually
learning about with something that I liked to think
about.  I tried to relate them together."

"I still don't understand."

I paused to think for a second.

"Well, this particular subject deals with exploration
and expansion.  I would try to think of something else
to explore to use as a metaphor for that."

"Like what?"

"Well, I suppose at the time, and even now, I would
relate the area of the country that they were
expanding into to a girl's body."

She snickered.

"Now wait a minute and hear me out.  I can think of
nothing else that I would have liked to study.  I
didn't know too much about girls, at the time, from
personal experience, so I really would have been
exploring the unknown, to some extent.  Actually, a
girl's body seems to fit the profile pretty well, now
that I think of it."

"If I were to imagine your, er... a girl's body as the
western United States, I would put her neck at the
west coast and her feet in the Midwest.  If you start
from the west, the fist thing you hit would be a
couple of mountain ranges."

Looking down from her neck, she immediately spotted
the mountains in question.  Her breasts were not, in
fact, mountainous, but they would certainly fit the
bill.

"I don't know how much you know about the subject
already, but they started from both ends at the same
time.  So, from the Midwest, at your feet, you would
have a fairly smooth course, terrain wise" I said
looking at her lovely legs.  "The constructors would
build from both ends until they meet about in the
middle, perhaps somewhere below your belly button."

"I think I'm starting to see what you mean" she said
with a smile and a faint blush.  "I think you are
enjoying the subject as well" she said glancing at the
growing bulge in the front of my pants."

"You caught me" I said with a smile, "I just love
history."

She laughed.

"I think I understand, but it might help if I could
see what you are thinking on an actual person" she
said with her eyes looking directly into mine.

"I'm not sure I know exactly what you mean" I replied.

"I think I might get it if you were to show me on my
body exactly what you would think about."

"That might be kind of hard.  They kind of frown on
the male Library staff groping young girls in the
stacks."  I said, although I wasn't so sure about that
last statement anymore.

"Don't you have somewhere we could go for a little
while?"

Well, that was a thought, wasn't it?  Why was this
happening all of a sudden?  Did I have some strange
marking on me that indicated that I was willing and
able to have discreet interludes in the back areas of
the Library?  That didn't make sense.  I had always
been interested, at least as a matter of fantasy, in
that kind of thing.  It never got me anything with a
girl before.  In the end, I guess it doesn't bear
thinking about, especially at this moment.

I give up.  "Follow me then."

We went back to the unoccupied staff room again. She
followed me in and stood waiting after the door
closed.

"I suppose if you really want this to be a faithful to
my imagination, you would need to be naked."

To my surprise, she answered by reaching to pull off
her top.  That was easy.

She lifted it away from her stomach and over her
breasts.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and they were
fantastic.  Their size wasn't extraordinary, but they
stood high and proud on her chest.  Her brown nipples
contrasted nicely with her skin.  Her breasts moved
ever so slightly as she kicked off her flip flops and
started to work on her skirt.

It slipped effortlessly down her legs after she
unfastened it.  That left her in a simple pair of
cotton panties.  They didn't survive her onslaught. 
Seconds later, she stood nude.  I stood staring.

"Well, how do we start?" she queried.

"Lay down on the floor."

She stretched her lovely body on the carpet.  I sat
next to her at her waist.  Stretched before me was a
buffet of feminine delights.  She would make a fine
example of the western United States.  America the
beautiful, indeed.

"Let's start at the west coast" I started.

I moved my hand to her neck and started sliding it
slowly toward her chest.  Her body heat under my hand
was incredible.  I tried to align the growing erection
in my pants.  She smiled.

"From the west coast, as I said, the first thing that
the constructors would encounter was an imposing
expanse of mountains."

"My mountains aren't very imposing" she said shyly.

Why do that women and girls always think that men will
be satisfied with nothing less than DD's?  I guess a
lot of men categorize themselves as "breast men" or
"leg men" or some such other part of the body, but I
figured out long ago that I pretty much like it all. 
The extremes aren't much of a turn on to me, like
extremely heavy or extremely thin, but other than
that, about anything is game.

"While it is true that there are probably larger
breasts in the world, I have yet to see any that were
more awe inspiring than the ones that lay before me
now.  If it were necessary to build a railroad to get
to them, I would strongly consider it."

My hand reached her cleavage.  I continued.

"Here, they would have a choice.  They could try to
run through the valleys."

As I said that I traced my fingertips between her
breasts.  She shivered and arched her back slightly. 
It dawned on me that I had no idea if she had ever
been touched by male hands before.  I slid my hand
back up to the top of her cleavage.

"They could also choose to build on either one side of
the valley or the other."

I traced my fingers halfway up one of her breasts. 
This elicited another shiver and a small moan.  I
repeated it on the other breast, to the same effect. 
She was starting to squirm just a little bit and rub
her thighs together.

"Another option they had was to build right over the
top."

I slid my fingers to the top of one breast and paused
on her nipple.  My touch appeared to be sending small
shocks throughout her body.  I started to gently rub
her nipple.  It extended itself obligingly between my
fingers.  She moaned with deep satisfaction.

I played with one nipple, then the other, for a few
minutes, allowing the tension within her to build.

"I suppose if they were extraordinarily patient, they
could wait for erosion to do the work for them."

"Erosion?"

"Sure, the action of wind, ice and water on rock and
soil that will eventually wear the mountains down to
pebbles.  I don't think erosion would be very
effective in this case.  We would be waiting for the
railroad to be built for the next few million years. 
I'm willing to give it a try, however."

With that I bent and took one of her nipples in my
mouth.

"Oh.  Mmmmmm" was her only response.

I swirled my tongue gently around her erect nipple,
batting it around between my teeth.  She tried to pull
my head harder against her breast, but I pulled away.

"The last option they had was to dig a tunnel."

Her eyes shot open.

"But I wouldn't want to spoil the beauty of this range
by digging right now."

She giggled and relaxed.

"After the mountains, they would have entered the
Great Basin" I said as I slid my hand down the lower
parts of one of her breasts to her stomach.  She
stretched her stomach by arching her back a bit again.
 The smoothness of her skin drew small moan from me.

My hands slid toward her navel.  I traced around it
with one finger as she squirmed.

"That tickles" she said giggling.

Her giggles stopped as my hands slid across her lower
belly toward the junction between her legs.  She
closed her eyes and tried to rotate her hips to get me
to touch her between the legs.  Unfortunately for her,
it was time for her to get an update from the Union
Pacific (the company that started in the east).

I drew my hands away from her stomach.

"Meanwhile, in the east..." I began.  She groaned in
frustration.  I slid down by her feet taking another
opportunity to adjust my now painful erection.

I took one of her slender feet in my hands and gently
squeezed.  They were so soft I had trouble believing
that she ever walked on them although I had seen it
with my own eyes.  I started to work my thumbs over
the bottom surface of her foot, massaging every part
of it.

Her groan of frustration relaxed into another moan of
pleasure.  She liked having her feet rubbed
apparently.  I continued my lesson.

"The Union Pacific company had started construction at
the Missouri River, actually not too far from here."

I started to work my way up to her ankles, continuing
with my massage.

"The terrain obstacles they faced were much less than
those faced by the Central Pacific company in the
west."

I slid my hands up the smooth lower expanse of her
shin.

"In fact, the biggest obstacle they faced was probably
the remaining Native American populations.  About the
only object I could have used for that would be any
hair growing on your legs, but it appears that the
Native Americans that you had have been very
effectively eliminated already.  Construction from the
east continued at a steady pace."

I had massaged my way past her knee and I was working
on her thigh.  I moved back up toward her waist to
continue.  I returned one of my hands to her lower
belly and left my other on her thigh.

"The companies continued to build toward each other" I
said as I slowly worked both of my hands toward her
pussy.  Finally, on hand was an inch from her pussy on
her inner thigh.  The other was an inch from her
trimmed black bush on her stomach.

"They met at a place, in Utah actually, called
Promontory."

I sat with my hands on either side of her pussy.  She
squirmed to try to get me to touch her as I continued.

"Now I've never been to that part of Utah.  But if the
map I am currently using is accurate, it is surely one
of the most beautiful places in the world.  It
appears, from my map, that at the meeting place, there
is a luxuriously thick, but well maintained thicket
surrounding what appears to be a natural spring coming
out of a tunnel or cave."

"It's definitely a tunnel..." she started.

I continued, "They celebrated their meeting by driving
what some has said was a golden spike at the meeting
point.  Have there been many spikes driven near here?"

"Only the little vibrating one I have at home" she
said, her voice quivering.

"I see.  That reminds me of the new technology that
was coming into use at this time.  They had developed
a machine that could automatically drive the spikes
into the rails.  There were those that said men were
better than the machines.  In fact, there is a legend
about a competition between a man and a machine for
that particular purpose.  In the legend the man is a
better spike driver than the machine.  Do you think
that might be true?"

"I don't know," she said with frustration, "but I
think I might like to find out."

"I think that might be able to be arranged.  First, we
have to inspect the tunnel."

I gently pushed her knees apart and got between them. 
"Hmmm, this is some mighty fine workmanship here, but
you don't test a tunnel with a full train at first. 
You would probably send one of those hand pumped carts
through for an inspection."

With that, I pushed a finger into her dripping pussy. 
She opened her legs even wider and moaned.

"Well, everything appears to be in order" I said as I
gently pistoned my finger into her eager pussy, "but I
better call in another inspector just to make sure."

I added another finger and kept working them deeper
and deeper into her pussy.  She was writhing on the
floor.  With every stroke, she would move her hips
closer to my hand to try to get me in deeper.

"Ohhh, yess!" she gasped as I brought my thumb to
gently work on her clit.  "I need another inspector. 
Please!!!"

I obligingly added another finger.  She was flowing
with a huge amount of lubrication and took it with
ease.  I worked them deeper and deeper into the depths
of her pussy.  I could just feel the edge of her
cervix as the union of my third and little finger
prevented me from going deeper.  She had easily taken
three, could someone this small take all four?

I added my pinky to the team.  She moaned in obvious
approval.  I was able to slide all four fingers deep
inside her to her cervix.  Every timed I brushed it
she moaned and tried to rotate her hips to get me
deeper.  I could only oblige a request like that.

I worked deeper and deeper.  My fingers actually
extended beyond her cervix to the full depths of her
pussy.  She was completely full of my fingers.  I bent
my middle finger just a bit and probed the opening to
her womb.  She went through the roof with her first
orgasm.  Her juice was flowing down my thumb, which
was still working her clit, and my wrist as she came.

I bent forward to replace my thumb with my tongue on
her clit.  She spiraled deeper into her orgasm, all of
her muscles contracting in unison.

She regained her voice long enough for one request. 
"Your spike, please!!!"

I was more than happy to oblige this request as well. 
I unfastened my pants and sheathed my cock in the
condom that I had started keeping in my wallet.  I
position myself at her still spasming opening.  She
felt me there and opened her eyes.  She hooked her
legs over my arms and I was able to hold both her
hands as I slid deep inside her for the first time.

Between her toys at home and my earlier hand
inspection of the tunnel, she accepted me easily. 
"All aboard, this tunnel is open for business."

I started slowly, much as a steam engine would when
starting up.  I used long, slow, deep thrusts.  I was
still on my knees between her legs with her legs
hooked up over my arms.  I was able to see her entire
body.  She was responding to each thrust with a
wavering moan.  I used our linked arms to add to the
leverage of my thrusts.

I was pulling myself at her harder and faster,
building steam, you might say.  Every thrust was now
met with a grunt of satisfaction or a small verbal
ejaculation like "Yesss"  or "Mmm, Oh, god."  Every
time my hips slapped against the back of her thighs,
her breast would jiggle briefly in the most wonderful
way.

She arched her back to meet my increasingly vigorous
thrusts.  This forced my cock into her at a different
angle and allowed me to slide it against her sensitive
clit on each stroke.  The new sensations pushed her
over the edge again.  The muscles in her pussy
clamping down on me pulled me along with her.

We collapsed against each other, convulsing with the
after effects of our mutual orgasms.

"Was the human better than the machine?" I pondered
out loud.

"Without a doubt" she responded with a sigh.

"That's good to hear" I said as I pulled my cock from
her pussy.  I lay down next to her and pulled her
against me.  I held her for just a few moments before
I realized that I should probably get back.  These
little quickies were kind of fun, but I would
sometimes like to spend a little more time than I am
currently allowed.  Maybe the new arrangement will
take care of that.

"I'm sorry, but I should probably get back to the
desk.  You should probably go work on your project.  I
hope I didn't set you back too far."

"No, I should be fine.  It will definitely be more fun
reading the books I need to get."

We cleaned up a bit and dressed again.  I took her in
my arms for a deep kiss.  It was tempting just to ask
her to take her clothes off so we could go again.  I
was pretty sure that she wouldn't mind.

"Maybe you can help me with my next project, too" she
offered as we opened the door.

"Oh, yeah, what would that be?"

"A book report on `Around the World in 80 Days'"

"Around the World, huh?   Yeah, I think I could
probably come up with something for that one too."


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