The Librarian
Copyright© 2026 by DangerMouse
Chapter 10: I’ll Go, but Do I Have to Wear a Fez?
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: I’ll Go, but Do I Have to Wear a Fez? - The life and times of a male librarian who's attempts to be helpful (without any concern for personal reward) quickly spiral out of his control. This is an edited version of a story I posted about 20 years ago that has somehow disappeared from the site.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Cheating Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Prostitution
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 watched 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.