Message-ID: <52122asstr$1128215402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <dangermouseesq@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws; s=s1024; d=yahoo.com; h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding; b=zbGV+Yzr+qEmBlX+v9oR9LJvINLj06T05zpN50/56G8cBV5XQ7TY8fhcBf/Jom+7ONT3S7DIjeUs9kumqSuiObHC9jtHWYe00UKxh+V+gU4PCl4ZfBgNmByuEPnXM4W2DUnfj+ESJ/GsSw7sc/d3vJrkzrldfneanxZmt5K0SbU= ; X-Original-Message-ID: <20051001215447.3014.qmail@web31111.mail.mud.yahoo.com> From: T J <dangermouseesq@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2005 14:54:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Librarian (11/?) (MF Mf Ff 1st humor cons lolita reluc bi het cheat group exhib voy oral anal solo pett preg) by DangerMouse Lines: 651 Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 21:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52122> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr I'll go, but do I have to wear a fez? I think the director wants me out of her hair for a while. It has suddenly been decided that I will be attending the American Library Association convention in Chicago. The Library has never asked me to attend a convention before and it is only a week away. I guess I shouldn't complain. After all, it is a free trip to Chicago. For some reason, when I hear the word `convention' the first thing that pops into my mind is a bunch of fat guys in plaid suits wearing fezzes (That's the plural of fez, I looked it up. God, I'm such a dork), running around drunk chasing women. Maybe I watch too much TV in the 70's or something. As it turns out, a convention of library people doesn't appear to be a parallel of the Tailhook convention for the literary world. There are tons of exhibits of library products and services, of course. The people, while not the racy swingers you might meet at other gatherings, are very interesting in a library sort of way. Since I knew the Library director was just trying to get rid of me for a while, I didn't feel obligated to spend too much time at the convention itself. I was just getting ready to walk out the front door of the convention center to explore downtown Chicago when I ran into Kate. I had to do a double take. I described Kate in the first chapter as "...young. She is slender and bookish, but sweet and gentle. She is newly married." "I didn't know you were coming to ALA" I exclaimed. "It was kind of sprung on me at the last moment. I guess the person who was going to go had a personal emergency of some kind" she responded with a shrug. "Well, I was just going out exploring the wide, wide world. Do you want to join me?" I asked. "I'd love to, but I'm assigned to go to several sessions. I have one in 15 minutes, maybe later." I found out she was staying in the same hotel. We exchanged room numbers so we could call each other and I continued on. Well, that more or less confirmed that I was being ditched for a few days. I didn't have anything I was assigned to do. So be it. My report back to the staff at the Library will consist of reviews of food you can find within walking distance of my hotel and the convention center. I'd have to fudge a little bit with the expense report, but I didn't think the director would have any more problems with that than what I had been doing at the Library. I started north from the convention center. I walked through a park by the lake and ended up coming out by a place named Giordano's. Chicago style pizza for lunch might be just the ticket to start out with. It was a fine start to my adventure of the afternoon. I found a place a bit later and had a piece of Tiramisu and a glass of wine, followed by a nice cigar. I could learn to live like this. I returned to my hotel at about five to relax for a while. My phone rang at 6:15. It was Kate wanting to know if I was interested in getting some dinner with her. She was tired from her day at the convention and I suggested dinner from room service in one of our rooms. I was a bit tired from my exploring that afternoon anyway, so that sounded fine. She had somehow ended up with a junior suite or something like that, so had a nicer area to eat than my room did. She was ready, so I had her order a steak and baked potato for me. I figured they couldn't screw that up too bad. When I arrived, she was already in her pajamas. They covered her whole body, but were nicely fitted to reveal the curves she possessed beneath them. They appeared to be made out of silk and flowed nicely with her when she moved. She saw me looking at her attire and blushed to match the pink of her pj's. "Sorry about the outfit. I wanted to wear something comfortable and I didn't think you would mind." "Oh, I don't mind at all. I wish you had told me. I would have worn mine." The food arrived and we balanced the plates on the tiny little table. It was pretty standard room service food; nothing to get excited over. She was telling me about the conference sessions she attended. Oh, I see. It was a conference, not a convention. That maybe explains the absence of plaid. Doesn't much matter, I still don't feel like attending any sessions. The phone rang. It was evidently her husband. They started chatting, so I thought I would go back to my room and give them a little privacy. She signaled for me to wait. It is apparent to me now that there is no God in heaven. At least my prayers for the sweet release of death went unanswered. To listen to 45 minutes of one side of a conversation between two newlyweds is more than a person of my tender sensibilities can handle. The baby talk and pet names were excruciating to listen to. I don't know why Kate was punishing me, but it better be good. Okay, it wasn't quite that bad, but it did turn my stomach a bit. They ended their conversation and she sat on the bed and hugged her legs to her chest. "Are you okay?" I asked. "This is the first night since we've been married that Rick and I haven't spent together." Ah, I remember the first night apart, a combination of distance, longing and raging hormones. This could be very, very bad. Or this could be very, very good. I didn't see any middle ground. "I'm sorry, honey. I've been there, it's pretty tough right now, but just remember that you are going home in a couple of days." She seemed like she was pretty much ignoring what I was saying. That doesn't bother me. I'm getting used to it. "Will you stay and watch a movie with me or something?" She looked so pitiful. I couldn't say no. "Okay. What do you want to watch?" She picked up the remote and cycled through the HBO and Showtime type channels. She didn't see anything to her liking and moved on. She moved on straight to the adult movies on demand. I was in trouble. She settled on "Naughty Office". Gee, I wonder what she could be thinking. She patted the bed. After all, it was the only piece of furniture in the room with a good viewing angle to the television. My fate was sealed. What's the worst that could happen, anyway? I sat, in as chaste a manner as possible with my back against the headboard. My feet legs were stretched out in front of my and crossed at the ankles. I folded my hands in my lap to cover the erection that would be spawned by the movie and the proximity of a hormone crazed, desirable female. She lounged. There isn't any other way to say it. I've seen the pose in a thousand centerfolds. She was on her left side, propped up on one of her elbows. Her right leg was extending somewhat in front of her and her hips were rotated slightly toward the bed. Her right knee was bent so that her lower leg was more or less parallel with her left leg. It was a pose that, if she were nude, would have exposed her chest and legs well, but kept the treasures between her legs hidden. The movie hadn't even started and she was already starting to breathe a little heavier. She let the first scene of the move get going before she spoke. "The director told me what the room behind the elevator is going to be used for." "Oh? What would that be?" I asked feigning ignorance. It's not very often anymore I get to feign ignorance, as opposed to actually being ignorant, so let me enjoy it for a second. Ah, that's nice. "You don't need to pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Do you think she sent us here by accident?" "Honey, I don't know why anybody does much of anything anymore. I've given up trying to figure that out" I said, truthfully. "I watched you with that girl you picked up in the history section the other day. I was going to go to the director to turn you in, but decided to watch for a while. By the way, you need to be more careful about moving away from the window in the door. It made me so hot that I decided not to go to the director, after all. Just at that moment, she walked up behind me and caught me watching you. I started to try to defend you, but she signaled for me to be quiet and motioned for me to follow her. We went to her office where she filled me in on what your new job description involved." "So she sent you to watch me?" I was getting very confused and somewhat less horny. "No, definitely not. In fact, she warned me that I should probably keep away from you. I don't think she likes you very much. Now that I think about it, I don't think she likes men in general very much." "In that case, she probably wants you to herself." "I don't think anything like that will happen." "I still don't get why she sent you when she knew that I was going to be here." There I go, trying to figure things out again. Silly Rabbit. She sighed. "I think that she sent me because she already told me about you. I suppose she figured that would limit the exposure if the person she sent found out from you somehow." I interrupted. "The fact that she didn't want you to mess around with me would also explain why I had no idea you were here until I met you at the door. This is a large enough convention that it is conceivable that we might have missed each other entirely." "Not if I had anything to say about it" she said leaning toward me. "Oh." Brilliant response, I know. I keep saying I don't really care what the director is up to, but I can't stop my own mind from working on it. We turned our attention back to the movie. A busty blonde woman was sucking vigorously on the cock of a ... well, I guess a co-worker (I hadn't really been following the plot). I didn't much feel the need to talk anymore. Kate didn't either. She slid across the bed and nestled up next to me. My erection was starting to return after it had somewhat lost interest during our conversation. Pietro pressed his head against the front of my pants. Kate unzipped them to let him free. "What about your husband?" "Don't you think the 50 mile rule applies to women as well as men?" "I wasn't aware that the 50 mile rule actually applied to anyone" I responded. She rolled her eyes. "Listen, I'm going to get something from someone. If you aren't up to the job you need to leave now so I can go find someone else." As she said this her warm, soft hand was wrapped around the middle of my cock and gently stroking it. "Are you sure you really want to do this?" I asked. She answered by starting to stroke my cock in earnest. She slid her hand skillfully over the shaft, occasionally letting the ring formed by her thumb and index finger slide over the ridge of its head. She even recognized that it would be more comfortable if she used a bit of lubricant. She reached for her lotion. The vanilla scent of it filled the room and she warmed it in her hands. She moved so that she was cross-legged next to me and started working on me with both hands. She wrapped both hands around the head and squeezed rather hard and then pushed so her hands slid down the shaft. The effect I felt was one of squeezing into a very tight, but well lubricated orifice. It was obvious her intention was not to make me cum. She was teasing me a bit. I had relaxed against the headboard and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations she was giving me. I opened them after a while to find her looking into my eyes. "Enjoying the massage?" "Hmmm, definitely" I moaned. I reached for her and she snuggled back up to my side. She continued to stroke me gently with one hand. She was on my left side and I was able to wrap my left arm around her then under her arm and rest it directly on her breast. They weren't huge, but nicely proportioned for her frame. The nipple stood erect and I could feel it in the center of my palm. The silky fabric of her top allowed my hand to slide easily over her breast, almost as if it were lubricated as well. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and thumb. She moaned and slid her left leg over my legs. She only slid it as high as my upper thigh to prevent it from interfering with her hand on my cock. As I tweaked her nipple she continued stroking my cock. She rotated her hips toward me and I could feel a very warm and somewhat damp patch between her legs. I slid my hand from her breast, down her side to her ass. It was round and pleasantly soft. I slid my hand to the warm junction between her legs. From that angle I had access to her pussy, through her pants at least. She was able to rub her clit against my thigh as she continued to work on my cock. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter. I worked my hand into the back of her pajama bottoms, and back down to her pussy. I thrust my middle finger as deep inside her as I could. She moaned as her head fell against my chest. Her head popped up. "Would you like to take a bath?" "Sure, why not?" I answered. "You go run the water. I'll be right in" she directed. Her bathroom was much nicer than mine. It had a very large tub as well as a separate shower. The tub would be easily big enough for both of us. I had just barely started the water when she passed through the door. She was completely nude and carrying an industrial size container of "Mr. Bubble." The container had to be at least two gallons. Somebody has been shopping at the club warehouse store. She felt the water for temperature. Was I incapable of properly running a bath? It was apparently to her liking. I started to undress. She stopped the water after it was only eight or ten inches deep. She took the cap of the bottle of bubble bath, broke the safety seal and proceeded to dump the entire contents into the hot water.* She mixed it around a little bit. The scent of bubble gum(?) filled the air. My shock at those events was mitigated by two factors. One, this was her little party if she wanted a mega bubble bath, what did I care. Second, I spent more time gazing at her body that what she happened to be doing. She had a very nice body. It was apparent that she had entered the phase of marriage I like to call "I fucking hate salad and I'm married so bring on the pasta". This is not to say she was fat, but she wasn't a twig either. The few extra pounds only served to flesh out her curves more fully. As she was bent over the tub mixing her little witches brew, I stepped up behind her and slid my finger back into her pussy. She purred a little bit and pushed her hips back at me. She turned to kiss me and then stepped carefully into the tub. I eagerly followed her. I immediately found myself floundering around the bottom of the tub. It has been a while since I've done the whole bubble bath thing, but Mr. Bubble apparently makes the bottom of the tub very slippery. I righted myself and slid up out of the milky froth that I had created. She stood watching me with a smirk on her face until I was in position. She carefully lay in the tub next to me and we resumed our activities from the bed. Her lips came to mine as my hand slid down her back. The ratio of soap to water was so high that she was incredibly slippery. It had the same effect on my cock as she started stroking me again. I found her pussy again as slid two fingers into her. The soapy water (or was it watery soap) provided plenty of lubrication. She moaned again and melted against me. She kissed me deeply, her tongue seeking the depths of my mouth. I turned toward her and my cock slid between her legs. She guided it toward her opening. As she aligned it, she pulled me forward and I slid into her. She removed her hand to allow me closer. From this angle, I was only able to get about three inches inside her, but my shaft was rubbing directly against her clit with what seemed to be very positive results. She was rotating her hips to rub herself vigorously against my cock. It felt very nice, but I was never going to cum this way. She spread her legs wider in an effort to get me deeper. The angles just wouldn't allow it. I figured out what she wanted. "Turn to your other side." She rolled onto her left side facing away from me, my cock slipping out of her with a muted pop underwater. We were basically spooning in the soapy water and my cock easily found her pussy and nudged its way in. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me to bury my cock as deep as it would go. My hips slapped against her soft round ass and she groaned. "Oh, God. That's it" she gasped. I spent a few moments slowly fucking her. My hands moved from her hips to her breasts as she braced herself against the side of the tub. I squeezed and twisted her nipples a little bit as I continued thrusting. From this angle, I had a wonderful view of her ass as I slide into her. I moved my right hand from her breast to play with one of the globes of her ass. I was kneading it at first and then I moved toward the crease between her legs. My middle finger found her puckered ass hole and I pushed it slowly to its full depth. Her eyes sprang open in surprise. She paused for a moment to evaluate the new intruder before deciding that it was acceptable. "My husband never does THAT" she gasped trying to thrust her hips back at me. "I'm not your husband. He's over 50 miles away, remember." She smiled and I started thrusting at her pussy with a little more intensity. That got her attention and she braced harder against the side of the tub. After a few thrusts, I started working my finger in and out of her tight ass. She groaned appreciatively and looked back to watch our union. Each time I pulled my finger or my cock out of her, it was re-lubricated with the contents of the tub. Her tight rear opening had started to relax, so I added another finger. She groaned again and grasped for something to clench in her fist. All she could reach was bubbles. I continued working them in and out. Again she was able to accept my fingers with ease, so I added my third finger. She jumped a little at the new pressure, but continued to thrust back at me with the same rhythm as my cock was pounding her pussy. As my three fingers reached their full depth for the first time, her orgasm hit her. She arched her back and nearly howled. The sound echoed around the bathroom. I buried my cock and my finger fully in her and let her position her hips as she came. She slapped herself back against my hips and hand and held us both there. It took her a few moments to finish and her muscles started to relax. She had regained control and was slowly thrusting her hip back at me again. I pulled my fingers back from her ass and pushed them deeply in her again. She groaned and braced herself against the side of the tub again. I pulled my fingers from her ass and she turned to look at me. I smiled and slowly pulled my cock from her pussy. She figured out what I was going to do and re-braced herself against the side. I positioned my cock against her tiny pink ass hole and pushed the head in. She moaned and rested her head against the side of the tub. I pushed in as far as my fingers had been and then stopped and held her there. She reached back and grabbed my ass and pulled me against her. I buried my cock to the hilt into the virgin territory of her ass. The soapy water greased my cock as well as any lube and she took me easily. I held her hips back against me to let her get used to the new penetration. She turned and smiled at me. A small sigh escaped her lips. She was ready for a bit more. I started thrusting in and out, slowly at first. My left hand slipped under her and I was able to cup her left breast and play with her nipple. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed her right leg behind the knee to spread her legs. She lifted her soapy right leg straight into the air. The new opening allowed me to get just a little deeper. I slid my hand down the inside of her thigh to her pussy. She brought her right hand to her thigh to brace it in its stretched open position. My hand found her soapy, well used pussy and I pushed my third and fourth fingers deep inside her. I used my middle and first fingers to rub her clit. I started thrusting my fingers into her with the same rhythm I was using on her ass. She was bucking back against me. I added another finger to her pussy. Our mutual rhythm increased again. She reached down and guided my index finger into her clutching pussy. I was able to slide all four soapy fingers deep inside her to fill her pussy. My thumb stroked her clit as I jammed my hand inside her. I could feel the muscles in her pussy and ass start to spasm. I was getting close so I used the leverage I now had on her pussy to pull her a little harder back against me. I was still thrusting my hand and cock in unison. She started humming with a little "ooo" as I bottomed out on every stroke. Just to turn the screw, so to speak, I started twisting my fingers in her pussy as I thrust in and out. I was touching many parts of her that had never been touched before. She was about ready to explode. I went off first. I buried my cock deep in her ass and pushed my hand fully into her as well. She stiffened against me and I felt all of her muscles clench at the same time. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as I pumped spurt after spurt into her silky bowels. I left myself buried in her ass, but I gently disengaged my hand as we came back down to earth. She had a small smile tattooed on her face and looked like if my cock weren't holding her in position, she would have slipped down into the water. Every few seconds her entire body would flinch as another aftershock passed through her. We rested in the cooling bath goo. My cock softened and popped out of her well used ass. This triggered another little shock that made her jump and giggle. She turned toward me and I took her in my arms. With her foot she lifted the tub drain lever. The goo oozed down the drain. After it drained, she used her foot to start the water again. It warmed quickly and she plugged the drain again. The water slowly rose over our bodies. The residual bubble bath created mountains of suds that quickly covered us. Just before it reached the top she stopped the water again. We basked in the warm water and the exhaustion of our union. We hadn't moved since I took her in my arms. I kissed her and slowly started to slide my hands over her body to rinse her. The slippery soapy feeling gradually faded to just smooth, clean skin. She did the same for me. We drained the tub again after the water had cooled some. We jumped into the shower together for a final rinse before heading back to the bed. We were still pretty warm from the water so we didn't get under the covers. I reached over her and took the phone. I dialed my home and talked to my wife. I gave her Kate's room number as my own. Giving up my own room should more that pay for my gastronomic explorations. There was enough activity at home that nobody was taking my absence too hard. The girls were having a blast with April and she seemed to enjoy having "little sisters" as well. My wife missed me, and I missed her, but things were fine on both ends. Kate lay placidly beside me as I talked with my wife. I felt her turn her head to look at me, then she shifted up on to her knees. She took my soft cock in her hand and then bent down and swallowed it whole. Right then my wife asked, "How's Kate?" "Oh, she's fine. I didn't even know she was going to be here. I accidentally bumped into her this morning." "How many times have you `bumped into her' this evening?" she asked knowingly. "How did you know she was going to be here?" I asked trying to change the subject by ignoring her innuendo. She laughed. "I know pretty much everything you do, you know that. Besides, do I sound mad?" "No. I guess not. Well, we bumped quite a few times and she is currently doing a damn fine job of trying to suck me back to life" I tried to shock my wife. She wasn't shocked. "Okay. I'll let you get back to it. Have fun!" With that she ended the call. I hung up the phone a little puzzled. Kate's next slurp on my re-energized cock erased that. I guess I had some more work to do. *Try this at your own risk. I have not tried it and I'm sure Mr. Bubble doesn't recommend it either. DM __________________________________ Yahoo! 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