Stacked

Excerpt From: Stacked

There was a naked man in the library.

Phoebe Moor stared with appreciation, her eyebrow raised in question. What was going on?

Well, obviously a life art class, but…

She’d never heard of a library—a solid, conservative, council-run library—allowing naked bodies inside their premises before. However, things had clearly changed! Progress.

Smiling her approval, she quietly stepped forward for a better look.

The male model had long dirty-blonde hair in need of a cut and a chest thick with tight curls. He sat upon a chair in a pose reminiscent of ‘The Thinker’. She couldn’t see his genitals, but even sitting she could see he was a sizeable man. At least six feet tall. So she assumed he would be suitably well-endowed. Large square hands. Long, wide feet.

Oh, yes…

The art students were seated around the model in a semi-circle. Seven of the eight students worked with an easel, but one student, working with only a sketch pad perched upon his lap, caught her attention. He used a simple pencil and as she adjusted her position to see his sketch, she saw his effort to capture the model’s features.

As she studied his drawing, she was vaguely aware that the student—a man in his thirties—was staring back at her. By the time she’d studied his sketching and allowed her gaze to wander up to his face, to marvel at his dark good looks, he’d turned his own attention back to the model.

Phoebe sidled back to the counter and placed her pile of books on the top. Her friend, Jane, pulled them towards her and began scanning them.

“Wow. I can’t believe you’ve got a naked guy here.”

Her friend laughed. “Oh, we get them in all the time. As long as they don’t use their whatsits to mark their place in a book, we let them stay.”

Phoebe pulled her books back towards her when Jane had finished scanning their barcodes into the computer and slipped them into the holdall she’d brought.

“Seriously, I think it’s great. The model’s quite hot in a dirty ‘evil-twin-of-Fabio’ kind of way. It’ll certainly bring more people into the library.”

“That’s what I said, but Servalan is hiding in her office, refusing to have anything to do with it.”

“I think she’s more annoyed that her wishes got over-ridden by someone higher up.” Phoebe glanced back at the model, admiring the way the man’s hair fell over his shoulders and down his back. His lengthy locks caught the sun and made her envious.

I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through it? She’d never been with a man with long hair before. Would it be strange? she thought. To lay beneath a man and feel his hair trailing across her bare chest, tickling her nipples and the delicate skin around her breasts and shoulders. To push back his hair to kiss him deeply. Curtained in by his tresses?

A shiver of delight ran through her at the thought.

Quite a turn on…