Cielo shifted nervously in her seat, well aware of the lustful looks she was getting from a table in the far right corner of the library.
She swept some of her lustrous black locks from her face and adjusted her glasses. She could feel her face burning up. Not being able to stand the tension, she got up and walked quickly to the bathroom.
Nick laughed to himself as the Hispanic beauty whizzed past him. He knew he was the cause of her nervousness. Ever since he came to the library and saw the lolita sitting at the front desk, he and his friends became regulars at the library. If only librarians were as hot when he was younger..then he wouldn't have problems with going to the library for books for his research papers. This woman was a real beauty. She had this amazing black hair; it was thick and shiny and very touchable. She wore glasses, but behind them were these big almond-shaped brown eyes, framed by long "come-hither" lashes. Her lips were full and juicy. Her complexion was flawless, and so was her figure. Under her bland "librarian" clothes, he could make out a ripe chest, a flat stomach, and hips/ass/thighs to die for. Just gorgeous. His friends have noticed her, too. They all wanted to fuck her, but had yet to plan how.
Cielo took off her glasses and splashed some cold water on her face. She was angry at herself for letting herself become so embarrassed. She had been the librarian here for only a month, and all that tension was causing her to think twice about this job. She wanted some quiet..a new start. That's why she quit dancing at Tommy's Go-Go. She wanted to get away from the sex..to get away from men. But after she quit, that was all she thought about. She got away from the stress and attention of her previous profession, and she was facing the same things now..as a librarian! How did that happen?
The ringing of the little bell on her desk brought her back to the reality of her job. People were waiting to take books out. She put her glasses back on and fixed up her hair, and went back to her desk. Sure enough, a line had accumulated. She apologized and started checking people's books out.
It was only an hour 'til closing time, and there were less and less people in the library. She glanced around, and saw, to her relief, that the guys from the far right table had gone. She sat back in her chair and waited.
Finally, 8:00 came around and everyone was gone, except for the janitors and some helpers. She took a bag from under her desk and went to the bathroom to change her clothes. She always came in wearing her "librarian" clothes (usually consisting of a dark skirt suit or plain trousers and a shirt; and flat shoes), but left in her regular clothes that she brought with her. This was a Friday and she had plans to go out with her friends after work, so she also brought her makeup, perfume, and other cosmetics.
Cielo quickly changed into a dark denim skirt that could qualify as a mini, a black deep-V top, and black sandals. She put some silkening crème in her hair to make it sleek and sexy, and applied makeup. She sprayed some perfume (Ralph Lauren's "Romance"), and packed up her previous clothes. She left the bathroom, and as she walked through the library lobby, she smiled at the janitor who nodded in approval at her appearance.
She felt good about herself and couldn't wait to go for drinks or clubbing. She walked carefully down the steps to make sure she wouldn't twist her her ankle in those stiletto sandals. It was already dark outside, and she held on to the railing as she made her way down.
"Be careful", a voice startled her and she almost went flying down the stairs. She turned around and saw a man...the man that would ogle her body and make her so uncomfortable..the one that she dreamed about as she touched herself in bed..the man from the library. She stared at him for a moment, unable to speak. He was very good-looking. Amazingly good-looking, in fact. He had dark hair and dark features; looked Mediterranean. He looked very masculine, especially with his tight muscles on display since he was wearing jeans and a black wifebeater. But there was something about him that she didn't like. He was probably one of those guys who know they are good-looking and are real assholes about it.
"I'm Nick", he said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. He extended his hand. "Oh..I'm Cielo.." she said, extending her hand towards him and gasping when their hands touched. "I know who you are", he said to her surprise. "So where are you off to?" Nick asked. "I'm just going to meet my friends for a few drinks.." she muttered. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how old are you?" he inquired. He was surprised to hear that she was going out for drinks. She didn't look a day older than 17-18. "I'm 21, turned 21 last week actually" she replied. "Wait a second, Nick, I just realized something..what are you doing here at the library at this hour?" she asked, suspicious of his presence.