The note read, "Meet me in the library, 1:00pm, in the Fine Arts section - wear something preferably accessible, kisses - R"

"What is he up to?" I wondered aloud. He was supposed to meet me here in his trailer for a quickie lunch or a lunch quickie. My watch read 12:15pm. I looked down at my clothes. A t-shirt over a denim skirt and tennis shoes. It'll have to do! I stepped cautiously out of the trailer, looking both ways for onlookers. I didn't want any rumors started on my behalf.

I gingerly hoofed it across campus, completely soaking in the beautiful day. I was reminded of similar days when I was in college so many moons ago. My tummy was rumbling - I was hoping that food was included with this little 'meeting' in the library.

It was 12:55pm when I reached the appropriate aisle at the library. I was so taken with the beauty and history of the place. I moved down the row of books, perusing the ones that piqued my interest. I soon found myself completely lost in a book of modern art work when someone grabbed me from behind and a hand clamped over my mouth, stifling a scream.

"Don't say a word, just do exactly as I say" his deep lusty voice directed me. 

He walked me to the end of the aisle and around the corner, where it was mostly secluded from any onlookers. "Do not turn around, whatever happens. Do you understand?" I nodded in agreement. He leaned into me and kissed my ear, moving down to my neck. I could feel his arousal even through all the clothes he had on. The whole situation was making me hot beyond belief. What was that? I felt behind me and guessed that he had on a long coat of some kind.

"Don't touch me. Grab the shelves in front of you and bend over." I soon found myself nose-to-spine with a leather bound volume of "The Unabridged William Shakespeare". 

He was panting now - trying to breath through his nose, but could only suck in enough air through his mouth - which told me he had been thinking about this before he arrived and had 'started' without me. I grinned, but he couldn't see me. The suspense and the wanton desire dripping from his voice had sent the waterworks division in my pussy into overdrive. I had to have him inside. The walls of my trench were screaming for either his cock or a selection from my toy box at the hotel....his cock was definitely closer - geography-wise.

There was a moist warm tongue on my neck and teeth nibbling my ear. Hands previously on both of my thighs pulled my skirt up over my ass. I moaned audibly, and was commanded to "Hush". "I thought I told you to wear something accessible!" he hissed through gritted teeth. "Next time - no fucking panties, do you understand? Is that clear?" Ooooo, I was enjoying this game! I heard hands fumbling with his clothes and soon was treated to a nice hard cock up against my panty-clad bottom. Thumbs were pushing my panties down and a hand slipped around to service me from the front. I couldn't tell what was turning me on more - the erotic noises that were being sung in my ear or the fingers that were deftly working my clit.

"Grrrrrr...." His voice was in my ears. A hand pushed into the small of my back to tilt my pelvis up with the other on my hip. All at once, he filled me up from behind. I gasped for air and almost choked because I just didn't 'see' it coming!! He was pumping in and out ferociously, digging his long fingernails into my hips as he gripped them mercilessly. I tried to protest, but I couldn't form the words. . His breath was ragged and his motions had become slow and hard - his jewels popping my well-greased lips - it sent me over the edge. He felt my muscles grip and squeeze his woody and he dropped his load immediately, with a muffled series of grunts deep in his throat. (one of these days, I'll have to tell you where the name 30 Odd Foot of Grunts, really came from....)

He gathered me into an embrace from behind, purring in my ear, "You are so good for my state of mind, heh heh heh." Ok. So what if I had become a way for the man to relieve his frustrations? Two can play at that game.

"What a romantic!" I put my hand up to pat his face.

"Ah - don't! The make up people are already going to have a fit since I'm sweating so badly!" He really confused me this time. I whipped around as I pulled my skirt back down. "HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, which caused a couple of interested parties to peek down the aisle. There he stood, in full costume, make-up and all as John Nash - 60+ years old! I was petrified!

"Sorry, luv, we didn't get much of a lunch break today and I...well...just had to have you.....you're not angry, are you?" his smile turned into a frown of concern when he saw that I wasn't moving or talking, I was just gaping at him in astonishment. "Honey......are you ok?" I nodded and moved away from him.

"Yeah...Ummmm...I'm going back to the hotel to uh....get....a bite to eat. Call me when you are done for the day, will ya?" I swiftly moved past him and scurried down the aisle.

He called after me, but I didn't turn around. That was just a little too much kink for one day. Oh - he was going to have to do quite a bit to get that picture out of my head! Oh yes...I expected to be shagged silly until it was GONE.

You can only imagine what it was like to go to the premier of A Beautiful Mind and have to sit next to the man when the first scene of Old Nash flashed on the screen.

I thought he was going to bite his hand off - he was laughing so hard and trying to stifle it. Very funny. He promised to conciliate me by taking me for a ride on his motorcycle in a few weeks...it better be good....