surprisingly well

The room was as quiet as a library. The recently rewound woman was surprisingly the first to react, her neuroplasticity returned to its prime. She closed the distance between us and backed me against the table. I was unprepared for such a proactive response, and she easily restrained me by the wrists, holding them securely behind me. Our breaths hotly collided at this proximity, and our entanglement would have looked scandalous if we were found, but neither of us were focused on the hot nature of the situation right now. "Ok, Mister," the librarian started her interrogation. "How are you doing this? Is it that ring?" Her questions were direct and incredibly astute. With a slender hand, she raised my Ring-wearing one into our view, wagging it limply to get my attention.

"Wha-?" was all I could start before she had my arm restrained again.

"Don't waste my time with excuses." She demanded. "A guy like you isn't just wearing a ring like this, and then your request for books on mysterious, magic rings?" This lady was very perceptive, even when she had looked her true age. "That's why I followed you back here and found you doing...that." She grimaced at the memory of my apparent masturbation, before it brought back her initial intensity. It also brought her focus to how close she was to me and how roughly her chest weighed upon mine. She straightened quickly in an attempt to remain in control of the situation, pulling my ring hand with her as she unstraddled my leg. "Follow me." She ordered, not looking back as she went down a hall of books I didn't notice before. Feeling like a guilty child, I sheepishly obeyed, hustling to catch up with the speedy librarian. Jeanie was laughing all the while as she drifted after us. The librarian's ebony hair wafted with the aroma of strawberries as I followed her short figure. Thank God I was behind her, or she would have seen my how aroused the situation was making me. This whole thing felt like an embarrassing high school nightmare.

I assumed the hidden nook of the library I was researching/fucking in was the farthest depth one could delve for knowledge, but as we took more and more turns through tomes of increasing antiquity, I realized the building was bigger and older than I knew. Eventually, we stopped at a non-descript shelf, indistinguishable from its neighbors, though made of the worn, unpolished wood from a bygone millennium unlike the stately style of the building's exterior. My petite captor pulled a smooth, black, leather tome that looked much more preserved than it's shelfmates. It slid out rigidly with a mechanical clicking, roughly 3 inches, before a heavier click pulled in back into place. The bookcase started rumbling, then it receded into the wall and slid behind the shelf to its left. We descended a few steps before the bookcase returned to its innocuous position guarding the passage. I wasn't getting out of here any time soon.