“We’ll be quick about it,” Kelvin whispered in her ear.
Stacy turned and glared with an amused smile. “Why quick? Quiet I understand. It’s a library, not a fucking race track.”
Kelvin was eye-to-eye with Stacy…with her four-inch boot heels, at least. His gray fringed hair and creased face gave him double glances as people thought that Captain Picard was around as he passed. His black suit, black tie and white shirt were all neatly pressed to the point of absurdity and his black leather shoes were mirror like in their shine.
Stacy’s straight black hair fell to just below her shoulders. It swayed as she shook her head and folded her arms across her chest covered in a navy knit sweater and turtleneck. Her long jean skirt fell to just above her ankles where the stiletto black boots poked out.
Kelvin’s blue eyes rolled. “Okay, we’ll be quiet about it.”
A curt nod. “That’s better. However…” One hand shot up and pointed a long finger square in the middle of his muscled chest. “Quiet may be good, but it is better if I have to fight to stay quiet.”
“So, what are you going to do?” She backed away between stacks of books. The light coming in from the large windows behind her cast her shadow at his feet.
Kelvin followed between the stacks until they were half way. A copy of Douglas Adams’ “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” caught his eye. “You should read that.”
Stacy’s eyes squinted. “What?”
“That.” Kelvin’s eyes directed her to the book.
Following his gaze, Stacy knew which book and turned to pull it from the shelf. “Ah yes, the story of Arthur, Ford Prefect, Trillium or Tisha and the Great Zaphod Beeblebrox.”
Kelvin stepped behind her and quickly pulled his belt open. “Don’t forget Marvin.” His hand tugged his zipper down.
Stacy bent slightly forward and leaned on the shelf. “Yes, the moody robot with the ‘Genuine People Personality’. How could I forget?”
His hands quickly raised the jean skirt to just above her bare, commando ass. The black boots rose to the tops of her thighs with only the lacy tops of her stockings showing above.
Kelvin growled as he slipped his underwear waistband down.
Stacy glanced back as she felt the first nuzzling of his erection pushing between her legs. “What, no foreplay?”
“Oh, sorry.” Kelvin immediately pulled his underwear back up and then dropped to his knees. “Don’t forget the improbability drive.’
Stacy’s next words were more pleasurable groan than language. “Oohhhhh yes, the Starship Heart of Gold, I know it well. There’s a good boy.”
Kelvin’s slurps were light and playful and quickly felt Stacy’s pussy being shoved further and further onto his face.
“Just no Vogon poetry, please…no fucking Vogon poetry.”
His fingers pushed inside her as his tongue explored and his ears perked up at her half moaned words.
“You know, in the movie I thought casting Mos Def as Prefect was inspired. He played it so understated…stand up hun, I want the cock now.”
Kelvin did not argue and stood behind her again slipping his cock back out.
Nearby voices passed between other stacks as they quietly searched for books.
“Good boy,” Stacy whispered as she felt Kelvin’s hardness push into her this time.
Kelvin stood at an awkward angle, bending at his knees just enough to aim for her pussy as he began thrusting into her.
Stacy smiled as she fondled the book on the shelf. “And one can never forget the Bugblatter Beast of Traal. Oh fuck yeah, harder, darlin’.”
Kelvin increased his speed and force to the point where his inbound thrusts created a light smack.
The nearby female voices broke into a giggle.
Stacy followed the noise and saw two of the young university women watching from the end of the stack.
A quick grin from Stacy and the two younger women came closer as though she had called them. Both wore tee-shirts and jeans. The athletic blonde in the tight pink tee was taller than Stacy. The other, another brunette, was shorter and had some curves.
“What’s your names?” Stacy held the book for balance still.
“I’m Marta,” said the blonde. “This is Vicky.”
Stacy allowed her left hand to release the book and pulled Marta close to exchange a deep kiss with dancing tongues. “Mmmm, Marta, you’re delicious. I’m Stacy.” Her head gestured back at the man currently fucking her. “My friend here is Kelvin.”
Marta giggled and backed away a few steps.
Vicky, however, immediately stepped forward for an even deeper kiss from Stacy. “You’re not so bad, yourself,” she whispered with little breath left.
Stacy smiled. “Who wants a turn?”
Both young women quickly had their jeans down revealing already wet pussies.
Kelvin backed away to let Marta around past.
All three women leaned on the shelf and exchanged light kisses between them.
Kelvin, now faced with three options, started with Marta and pushed into her tightness with a gasp.
Stacy watched over her shoulder with a sly grin. “So, have either of you read this?” She held the book again.
Both younger women shook their heads negative…Marta with eyes closed enjoying the pounding Kelvin was now quietly giving her.
Stacy reached around behind Vicky and slipped her fingers in to squeeze her clit.
Vicky gasped and almost slammed her head on the shelf.
“You should,” Stacy whispered. “It is a story of the meaning of life.”
Kelvin pulled out of Marta and moved to Vicky.
Marta asked as she caught her breath, “The meaning of life?”
Stacy switched hands and slipped her fingers into Marta this time. “Yes, the meaning of life, the universe and everything. Forty-two.”
The smaller Vicky pushed back against Kelvin more forcefully. “Damn, he’s bigger than my boyfriend.”
“Hush now, we’re discussing the book.”
Kelvin groaned and was unable to stop from ejaculating deep into Vicky.
Stacy stood up and smiled as her jean skirt fell back to her ankles. “Nice.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Vicky moaned.