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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I dreaded the project assigned me. It was one I knew relatively nothing about and quickly realized that it
would take countless hours of research, research of which I knew not where to begin. After hours of pondering
where to start my quest, I decided on the place I least wanted to visit, the public library.
The library where I live is a beautiful old stone building of Victorian architecture. Inside, all the huge
bookcases, trim, and mouldings are all rich oak. It has high ceilings, at least 14 feet I would guess. The
bookcases in every aisle reach to the ceiling with ladders mounted on rollers to reach the volumes in even
the remotest of areas. I assumed that was where I would find the data I was searching.
As I walked into the library, I was greeted with a shy, quiet hello from the lone librarian behind the
massive oak desk. She was exactly as I had pictured a typical librarian to be. Although she was quite
attractive, she hid behind her prim and proper attire. She had a warm glow about her soft, friendly face and
it was obvious from her greeting that she was very shy and demure. In fact, I got the feeling she probably
would have been too shy to utter a sound if it wasn’t her job.
“Can I help you find something?” the librarian shyly asked.
“Yes, yes you can.” I replied, relieved that I would receive immediate help with my near impossible task. At
least it seemed impossible to me, but perhaps my helper would know exactly where to lead me. I explained to
the librarian the research I was attempting to perform and she responded by telling me I’d find what was I
looking for on the second floor.
Not knowing my way around the library, I probably had the look of a lost puppy. The librarian obviously knew
this look very well and offered to show me where to go. As she stepped out from behind the counter, I got a
better look at what she had worn today. She had on a knee length, black skirt with a matching jacket.
Underneath her jacket she wore a plain white blouse, buttoned to the top. Above her modest, sensible shoes I
could see she had on black hose; I assumed pantyhose.
Although she looked the typical librarian she had a very graceful walk. I had a very difficult keeping my
gaze on where we were going instead of watching her hips move gently from side to side with each step. I
followed closely behind, but not too close as I was very much enjoying watching the librarian’s every move. I
was beginning to forget what brought me to the library as I found myself becoming extremely attracted to my
helper.
As we began the climb up the wide staircase, my eyes were transfixed on the librarian’s shapely hips. I
especially loved the way her luscious, round ass pulled the material of her skirt snugly to her with each
step. I could feel myself becoming instantly aroused. The librarian glanced over her shoulder occasionally on
our journey, making sure I was still following her. I prayed she hadn’t noticed me staring at her ass as we
made our way up the long staircase. It mattered not however, no matter how hard I tried, I could not look
elsewhere. I was emphatically hypnotized by the gentle swaying of the librarian’s smooth hips traversing the
stairs.
“I’m afraid what you’re looking for is probably on the top shelf.” The librarian informed me.
As she spoke to me, I couldn’t help but notice that she was having some difficulty maintaining eye contact
with me. At first I thought it was her shyness, but soon realized she had noticed the rather large bulge in
the front of my pants.
“Maybe you could show me which books I need to get started.” I pleaded. “I could spend hours in here chasing
my tail and you seem to know exactly what it is I need.”
“OK….you really are lost aren’t you?” the librarian replied as she pulled the ladder to the area of the
seamless endless row of books. “Will you hold the ladder for me? I don’t trust these things.”
“Gladly” I replied, enthused about the idea of getting a much better look at my helper.
As the librarian climbed the ladder with me holding it firmly, her scrumptious ass passed right in front of
my face. I could smell her light perfume and even the odor her fabric softener left behind. When she reached
the top shelf her shapely calves were directly in front of me. I longed to release my hold of the ladder and
massage them, to feel the softness of her skin hiding behind the thin layer of nylon covering her legs. |
