The story idea that wouldn't leave me alone. *Grin* Inspired
by events which happened during the writing of Crazy Old
Coot.

oral, exhib

Copyright 2003. All rights reserved by the author (that's
me, Mark Reed). Posted here with permission.

Read at your own risk. If smut offends you, don't read this.
If you're younger than 18, don't read this. 

Thank you, Mycroftxxx and Rod Ramsey, for helping to edit
this story and for giving valued feedback.

Harassment  
By Mark Reed

I sat down at the computer, finally hoping to get some
peace. No such luck. The incredibly gorgeous babe who had
been following me for the last half hour sat down in the
chair next to me and put her hands on my shoulders,
squeezing them gently. I sighed in exasperation. "Don't you
have anything better to do?" I said.

"Nope," she giggled. "I have nowhere else to go, and nobody
else to be with. Yet."

I rolled my eyes. It was flattering in a way; I had never
been so blatantly flirted with before. I rolled my seat back
to take a good look at the woman who wouldn't leave me
alone. 

I had been walking to the library, listening to a book on
CD, generally minding my own business and letting my mind
jump from idea to idea while following the story flowing
through my ears. She had walked up from behind me and
settled her pace to match my own. She seemed interested in
me, and had a kind face, so I smiled and we began talking.
She didn't *look* like the stalker type.

She was five feet four inches tall, with silky looking raven
black hair, a tanned complexion, glasses, and lovely smile.
She had a very nice figure, not quite hourglass, but very
feminine. She also didn't seem to have a shy bone in her
body. She caught me glancing at her bust while we were
walking and puffed out her chest with a large grin. I gave
up any pretense at that point. Yep, C cup. Very nice! Okay,
so I'm letch. She didn't seem to mind. 

She was wearing sneakers, a faded pair of blue jeans, and a
light purple knitted sweater. A fashion gal? Very
winter/fall sex kitten, it seemed. She was also intelligent,
cute, knew how to apply her makeup, and unbelievably
flirtatious. And she wanted me for something.

I was brought out of my silent reverie when she leaned over
in her chair and licked my earlobe. I nearly jumped out of
my chair, looking around the library nervously. A man two
computers over was looking at me with a confused look on his
face. Just then good fortune saved me a bit of
embarrassment, I hope, because I sneezed suddenly and he
went back to his work. I blushed a little and shot daggers
at the lovely girl smirking at me from less than a foot
away. She kissed my forehead and settled back with an impish
look on her face. 

"Won't you just go away?" I hissed in what I hoped was a low
whisper. 

She shook her head in that girlish innocent look she seemed
to have mastered and gave another impetuous "Nope!" Her look
turned suddenly sultry and she switched to a drop dead sexy
voice. "You know what I want, baby. I need it." 

I gave another exasperated sigh. I couldn't believe she
wanted to do this *here* of all places, in a *library!* I
just shook my head and turned the computer, hoping I could
check my email and get her to leave me alone. 

Two short emails later I saw her move from the edge of my
peripheral vision to lean back against the wall right behind
the computer monitor I was using. "Maybe I can find
something to occupy my time while you're busy," she purred.
"I do get SO bored around here." She moved a hand to her
breast and began gently squeezing it. I looked around
nervously but nobody else seemed to have noticed. I tried to
concentrate on the email, but she was an incredibly
distracting sight. She closed her eyes, lolled her head
against the wall (exposing that incredible neck of hers) and
moaned softly. I could see her nipples poking through the
sweater. 'Great,' I thought sullenly. 'An exhibitionist.' 

Her free hand snaked under her sweater and then back down
into her jeans. My eyes were glued instantly to that hand as
it traveled to her crotch and began to make rubbing motions
which were quite unmistakable. I looked around again, but
nobody else was paying any attention, thank God. 

She moaned again, a little louder this time. "Oh baby you
know what I need. Please, just for me?" Her low whimper
overcame any restraint I had left over my cock and I felt it
grow painfully hard in my pants. My mouth hung open as I
watched her, giving up any pretense of checking email and
going about my busy day. I tried to croak something, to get
her to just leave me alone so I could work in peace, but my
throat must have been working in collusion with my dick,
because no sound came out. 

She moved from the wall to push my chair back with the hand
that had fondled her breast. Her other hand came up and she
stuck a finger in my open mouth. Instinct took over and I
gently sucked her digit. I could taste her juices; it felt
like my head would explode from all the glands trying to
flood my mouth with saliva. She watched my face closely, her
look of lust evident. I felt a hand on the buckle of my
pants and my eyes opened wide in shock. She wouldn't!

Oh, yes she would. She had my pants off in what seemed like
a flash and my cock sprang out to greet the world before the
idea of looking around to see if anyone else was watching
even occurred to me. I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope
me and fought to contain my groan. I could feel her tongue
running along the sides of my shaft, first to the right,
then to the left. I can't even begin to convey what it felt
like when she started to apply suction. I thought my entire
body now consisted of the area around my waist and groin. I
closed my throat as much as I could to keep from whimpering,
and shut my eyes before they popped out of my head. 

Her tongue ran along the head of my dick, circling it, then
rubbing along the underside of my shaft. She sucked hard,
flicking my head with her tongue, and I felt my whole body
begin to instinctively rise out of my seat. The overworked
synapses of my brain began to misfire, until one of them got
something right and I felt my center explode. The pleasure
was very nice, but the warmth which followed it was
incredible. I moaned loudly but didn't care anymore. Tingles
ran up and down my body, all over my skin. My muscles
finally began to relax and I slumped back down in my seat. I
could feel her gently putting my member back in my pants and
buckling me up. I opened my eyes when she had finished and
looked at her face. Her own eyes stared back at me, begging,
pleading.

"Please?" she whimpered. Oh, damn, why did she have to be so
cute?

I sighed in defeat. "Alright, Kara. Get back in your chair."
She bounced up excitedly and rolled her chair behind me to
watch over my shoulder. I curled my fingers over the
keyboard, thinking of what to write. I could feel her breath
on the back of my neck, and turned to her in annoyance.
"Well," I said. "You're the story character. Aren't you
going to say something?"

"Oh, that's not my job," she replied smugly. "I'm just
supposed to be here to make sure you stay focused on the
story."

I snorted. Focused, yeah. She's a big help in that
department. "I think I like Mark better. He leaves me alone
most of the time, and he actually gives me ideas on what to
write." 

She laughed. "Of course he does, he's your muse. It's what
he does. I'm just a figment of your imagination. And by the
way, Mark's the one who sent me here. I'll be sure to convey
your gratitude when you're done writing. 

I snorted again. It figured. Mark was probably off laughing
somewhere over this right now. I turned back to the computer
grumbling sullenly and plotting revenge. I curled my fingers
back over the keyboard and began to type.

"The story idea that wouldn't leave me alone." No, that
wouldn't do; too long.

"Harassment" By Mark Reed

~fin~