TUESDAY TALES

This short story was written to the word prompt "museum". Due to a request, it will be continued next week on Tuesday Tales again.

SEXY NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM

Liza poured coffee into a cup and put it on the window sill, behind the curtain to cool. Professor Rick Banks liked his coffee black, so she didn’t add milk. Desperate feelings called for desperate measures. Liza, a graduate student in ornithology, won this coveted internship at the Washington Museum of Natural History over fifty other candidates. Some of her jealous classmates said it was because of her light blue eyes and voluptuous figure. She insisted it was because of her high grade point average and her experience working with birds.

After six months working shoulder-to-shoulder with handsome, thirty-something Dr. Rick Banks she knew her breast size and blue eyes went unnoticed. Squirreled away in the warren of tiny rooms where specimens were prepared for exhibitions,  Dr. Banks, divorced for two years, was completely wrapped up in his work. He never noticed her, except when he needed help with an exhibit. When looking for a pair of hands to hold a taxidermied bird’s wings, get coffee, file or return a bird specimen to its proper storage place, Liza was his choice. But outside of work, he never noticed her. She never saw him take a peek at her chest or look into her eyes.

He was a brilliant ornithologist, about six feet tall with broad shoulders, dark brown hair and light brown eyes.  Liza got flustered around him and Sadie Carpenter, secretary to the curator of the department, noticed her looking at Rick with desire in her eyes. Sadie kidded her about him but let it be when she saw Liza was serious. This wasn’t some schoolgirl crush, this was love.

So tonight, Thursday, their standard late night, was the night Liza was going to make her play. She had a plan all mapped out, a way to get her shirt off, legitimately, in front of him. If her lacy pink bra barely containing her breasts wasn’t enough to get a rise from Dr. Banks, nothing would. She wore a light tan shirt she didn’t particularly like, not caring about the stain she was about to inflict on it.

“Liza, have we got any coffee left?” Dr. Banks called out to her.

She looked at her watch, right on time, seven thirty every night he called for the last cup of coffee in the pot. And every night she brought it to him. But tonight would be different.

“Got it, Dr. Banks,” she called, taking the cooled cup from the window sill.

She combed her short blonde hair behind her ears, replenished her pink lipstick, tucked in her shirt, smoothed her skirt and picked up the cup.

Rick Banks was deep in thought when Liza entered at the other end of the room. He looked up at the click, click, click of her heels on the floor and smiled.

“Coffee coming up!” she announced.

“Thanks,” he said and returned his attention to the specimen he was readying for a special exhibition.

As she got close, her heart started to beat faster and faster. She had to time it perfectly. Rick stood up and turned toward her, his hand rising to receive the cup. She scuffed her high heel on the floor and it caught just a little bit. She lurched forward, right into his arms, his hand underneath the cup tilted it outward instead of inward as she planned, spilling coffee all over him. Her eyes got wide, she was supposed to spill the coffee on herself, not him! Fortunately, it wasn’t too hot as it spilled down the front of his shirt.

“Oh my God, Dr. Banks, I’m so sorry,” Liza babbled.

His hands clamped hard on her arms, steadying her as the dark liquid seeped into his shirt.

“It’s not hot. No problem,” he said.

He released her when she righted the cup. She reached for paper towels and began to dry off his chest.

“You’d better take off your shirt,” she said.

“You think so?” he asked, beginning to work the buttons.

He slipped the drenched shirt off his shoulders revealing a solid chest covered lightly in soft brown hair.  

“You’re wet. The coffee went right through the shirt,” she said, mopping his chest.

She tried to control her breathing as her hands worked the paper towel over his chest. He pulled her in close to him as his mouth came down on hers. Liza opened her mouth in surprise and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. As his arms pulled her closer, she softened against him and put her hands on his shoulders. He pulled his tongue back and his lips sucked at hers. A small moan escaped her throat and her hands got lost in his wavy hair.

His mouth traveled to her neck, leaving small kisses and tiny bites as he moved down to her shoulder and back.

“I…I…” she stammered.

When her mouth opened, he launched another assault with his tongue, teasing and caressing hers until she was whimpering. Pulling his mouth away, he muttered.

“You want more?”

She nodded and closed her eyes as his tongue penetrated her mouth again with more force and urgency. His hand cradled her breast massaging it and seeking her peak as his other hand unfastened her buttons, revealing her lacy bra. He smiled as his eyes took in the sexy sight of her breasts spilling out the top of her bra. His free hand released her bra in the back and she lowered her arms to allow it and her blouse to slide to the floor. He gasped as he feasted his eyes on her naked breasts, so round and firm with perfect nipples.

“Wow,” he muttered, lowering his head to capture her peak, sucking and licking.

Liza groaned as her head slid back giving him more access to her chest.

“Good night, Rick. Don’t forget the lights!” Sadie called in from the hall as she passed the room without looking in.

Her voice acted like a bucket of cold water as Liza jumped back from Dr. Banks and snatched her bra from the floor while covering her chest with one arm. Flushed with sexual excitement, he stood bewildered while Liza threw on her blouse. He held his shirt over his crotch to cover his erection.

“What were we thinking?” Liza said, blushing as she tried to look away from him.

“I was thinking I couldn’t go one more day without touching you, kissing you,” he said.

Liza stopped her shaking hands from fussing with her blouse and her gaze met his.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You wanted to touch me. To kiss me.”

“Still do.”

“I want…also,” she stuttered.

“I thought so since you didn’t fight me off and call security,” he said, chuckling.

She blushed and her gaze fell to the floor.

Rick Banks stepped up to her and pulled her into his arms.

“No reason to be embarrassed. You’ve fulfilled my wildest dreams.”

“Your dreams? My dreams.”

“Your dreams, too? How great is that?” he said

“Where do we go from here?” she asked, placing her hands on his bare chest, feeling her heart beat speed up along with his.

“My place is closest.”

She moved out of his arms and nodded her head.

“This isn’t a one-night stand, Liza. I’ve…I’ve wanted you for some time.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Didn’t think you’d like a stuffy professor like me. Never saw any signs you were interested.”

“Are you kidding? I never saw any signs you were interested.”

“I am. Very,” he said, putting an arm around her, tucking his stained shirt under his other arm and moving them toward the door.

“In fact I can hardly wait to get you home,” he whispered in her ear.

Liza smiled at him, as a shiver shot up her spine. She turned out the light and shut the door behind them.
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