Librarians

Grrrrr...there was no way in hell I could concentrate under these conditions, so I slammed the books shut and slouched off to make myself a coffee. Maybe they'll ease up a bit shortly? I gave it half an hour, but, no, the hammering and drilling emanating from the house next door only increased, the walls trembled and the surface of the coffee in my cup seemed to be taking on a decidedly whirlpool effect.

The Whittakers, lovely neighbours as they were but who saw themselves socially as upwardly mobile, had decided to do a loft conversion and turn their attic into a fully outfitted extra room, including a dormer window jutting out from the slanted roof - it was no little undertaking ...and I was suffering the consequences. They'd made their profuse apologies of course, and promised to restrict any large amount of noise to within normal work hours, but none of that helped me preparing for my finals in a couple of weeks.

So then I'd suddenly had enough. With a broad sweep of my arm I scooped my books, notes and assorted paraphernalia into my briefcase and slammed the front door behind me as I strode out to the car. I hoped my slamming it would alert them to my annoyance, but it only coincided with one of the hammer blows, so went sublimely unnoticed.

I pointed the car towards the public library where Mum was now working. It wasn't our local neighborhood library, the one she'd worked at previously. That one, she'd said, had had no choice but to downsize as a reflection of our increasingly electronic age and so she'd transferred to a much larger one closer to the centre of town which had far more facilities. I'd never been to it, but Mum had told me she enjoyed the atmosphere there and so I thought, if there was anywhere in town conducive to getting some work done, it was going to be there.

I sauntered in and was about to present myself as Natalie's son to a lovely older, but very sexily dressed lady librarian sitting behind the counter, and ask where there was an available study corner, when an old chap, leaning heavily on his cane, rushed up, insofar as he was able to rush up, and in a wheezy voice asked,

"Is Natalie in today? Is she here? Am I on time?"

The librarian looked up at him sweetly, and with a friendly smile said,

"Yes, Mister Nicholson, you're okay, you've still got time, she's just down in the basement at the moment, getting ready..."

"Oh good, thank you very much." and with that he hobbled away behind some sets of shelves.

I was about to open my mouth again when yet another fellow, smartly dressed, but again of more than pensionable age, walked by and said, "Yes...?"

"Yes, Freddy, go right on through, she'll be there in a few moments."

Two more men of similar age shuffled by, and to these she simply smiled, nodded and, with her pencil, pointed them in the same direction as the others.

In the momentary lull, I took the opportunity to say, "Hello, I'm a student and I was..."

Again she smiled sweetly. She was very attractive and my eyes worked overtime trying to keep a direct line between her eyes and mine and not let them drop down into the crevice that was her bosom, very evident from the three buttons of her blouse which she'd left open at the top. Where was I? Oh yes...

"...umm a student, and..."

"You need a corner to study?"

"Yes, yes, that's it, I..."

She laughed and stood up, leaned towards me across the counter...ohgodohgodohgod...and pointed with her pencil in the same vague direction she'd sent the others.

"Follow them, but just before the room they're going into...you should catch them up, they're not very quick haha... there's a green door which leads into several study alcoves where you have computers and wi-fi for laptops and it'll be nice and quiet, will that be okay?" She smiled at me, the eraser-end of her pencil tapping on her snow-white teeth inside the oval frame of her crimson lips.

"Y...Y...Yes, indeed, thank you..."

She continued to lean across the counter and I sensed how her eyes were following me or, more exactly, following my ass as I walked away.

"If you need any help, I'll be here..."

I looked back at her over my shoulder. She was eating me with her eyes. The pencil had been lowered and was now gliding up and down between her breasts. I gave her a friendly wave of acknowledgement. "Thank you..."

I followed the last old geezer round a bank of shelves, and entered the study alcoves just as he sped, actually sped, into the next room where he seemed to be greeted by an already substantial crowd and a shuffling of feet and chairs.

I guessed my mum, Natalie, would come by at some point and I'd be able to greet her, so in the meantime I spread my revision stuff out at one of the tables and settled in to work. The door to the adjoining room was half-open and I was thinking of closing it, but the low murmuring of the, what was it? a pensioners' forum? didn't bother me after the cacophony of noise back home. They seemed to be in lively spirits, chatting animatedly and with an air of anticipation among themselves, but suddenly fell quiet and turned their attention in one direction when the door to their room squeaked open and a sexy voice which I think I last heard used onstage by Jessica Rabbit, intoned,

"Hello, boys..."

I could almost hear the fawning in their voices as they replied.

"Good morning, Natalie..." "Hello, Natalie..." "Wow, you're looking good today, Natalie..."

And in the same purring tone, "I always look good, boys, it's the way I'm drawn haha..."

Natalie? My Mum, Natalie??

"Freddy, you're looking all spruced up, you've got a date?"

"Maybe. Maybe with you, Natalie, if you'd be so kind..."

I peered into the room via the narrow space afforded me between two of the computer monitors. This...siren...there was no other word for it, was bending over the Freddy fellow and stroking lovingly through his thinning white hair, the large globes of her half-exposed bosom thrusting forward into his face.

"Oh Freddy, you know I'd love that, I mean, I can see it in your face, and," she drew a crimson tipped fingernail down from his nose, across his mouth, all the way down over his belly as far as his belt, "...other places as well, that you're a man who means business..."

While she was bending over, others in the group were also taking the opportunity to peer down into her dress, and from behind her to appreciate the curve of her bum There was even one leaning over to try to get a glimpse up her legs.

"...but you know my heart belongs elsewhere..."

"Tell me who it is, Natalie, tell me and I'll fight him for you..."

"You mean a duel?" She looked shocked, holding up a hand to cover her mouth.

Freddy stood up and stretched out his arms, "For you, yes, to the death...!"

"Mmm..." she glanced down past his waist, "well I can see what your weapon of choice would be..." And she drew a fingernail over his crotch.

Everyone laughed and Freddy sat down again, pumping the air, "Yes. No contest."

I was sitting there transfixed, my revision work instantly forgotten. This was my mum? No, surely not? I mean, I knew she was well-endowed, bosom-wise, and shapely, but she'd always dressed so conservatively, almost as if to hide the fact. Even this morning, I'd seen her leave the house after breakfast in what you could only call a typical librarian's uniform - white buttoned-up blouse, dark jacket, matching dark skirt falling to well below the knee, sensible shoes, a bag over her shoulder, her hair done up into a tight bun.

Now though, her blond hair was down and swirling freely around the base of her long neck, she was encased in a form-fitting little black dress, her shoulders bare except for fragile spaghetti straps which seemed to be having trouble maintaining the cradle that was her front, her breasts spilling in a lively fashion over the top and jiggling, as they now did as she strolled in a provocative fashion towards the front of the room, stroking the cheeks and hair of her adoring audience and bumping her butt against pliant accepting shoulders as she went. That was where she vanished from my narrow vista so I quickly got my stuff together and, in a crouching run, moved swiftly across to another table to obtain a better vantage point. What was I doing? You might well ask that, but as for myself? I didn't ask. I was just as entranced as these old lechers in the other room.

Her face with its smoldering eyes was beautiful and demanding of attention as she levered herself up to sit on a table before them, displaying a good length of nyloned leg and the beginnings of that darker band that was the top rim of her stocking. Stockings? When did Mum ever wear stockings and not tights? She was suddenly glamorous like one of those old-time movie-stars, a more mature Jean Harlow, maybe?...only in full glorious Technicolor, the pink tongue now making lazy succulent motions backwards and forwards across her upper, ruby-red lip as she surveyed her captivated audience.

One from the obliging group hurried forward with a chair and put it in place to support her stiletto-heeled feet. Stilettos?? Then before sitting back down, he quickly returned to the front again to swivel it round so that its back was not hiding any element of those long, long, smooth legs. He stood back to admire his handy-work, which I later discovered was vital since it had raised the height of her knees every so subtly. It now put everyone's eyes on a level with those knees. She smiled.

"Thanks, Eric, you're delicious." She reached out a hand for Eric to kiss. "Now, let's see, where had we got to in our story?" she thumbed through a worn paperback which had been lying on the table. "It wasn't the duel, though I've a feeling that might possibly come later..." She smiled towards Freddy.

There was a flurry of helpful voices, of which one rose above the rest, saying,

"You were...umm, I mean, Lady Constance was lying on the bed in just her negligee, contemplating what you'd, I mean what she'd just seen of that strapping servant lad when he was swilling himself down, outside in the back courtyard..."

"Oh yes, thank you, Willy, I remember. I think we all remember why it made such an impression on her?" The throng laughed. "I think perhaps he should have been named after you, I mean, that was his main attribute after all..."

"No, no, it was me named after him. My Mum took one look at me and said, 'That's a Willy if ever I saw one.'." He sat back, pleased with himself. Natalie raised one eyebrow and smiled, knowingly.

Then she crossed her legs with a swish of the nylon, provoking an instantaneous response from the men who all leaned forward as one. Her crotch had momentarily flashed red...if you'd blinked, you'd missed it...and her upper leg was now exposed to the top of her thigh, putting on show the full, daintily patterned, top of her stocking, with a band of creamy flesh above it, and a couple of the taut silky red straps and fasteners that held it there in place. With one crimson finger-tipped hand she stroked up and down her leg while she searched for the correct place in the paperback.

"Ah, yes. Here we are..." and she observed the group through her long dark eyelashes above the pages of the book.

All shuffling ceased. Like a head teacher, she had complete control over her minions.

All ears were focused on her voice in the same way as all eyes were focused on the garter straps caressing her thigh.

Her voice oozed a deliberate passion as she began,

'Had he caught a glimpse of her up there, as she'd backed away from the window and into the shadows? Maybe he'd seen the curtain move. She couldn't be sure. All that Lady Constance knew was that she was in complete turmoil as she returned to the deeper recesses of the bedroom, her long flimsy negligee billowing out behind her, outlining the voluptuous curves of her still lithe body in the flickering candlelight. Her breath came in sharp pants...'

Natalie held one hand up to her bosom.

'The sight had been a complete, an utter revelation to her as the object of her unbridled desire had stood there ladling water over his naked, sunburned body, wiping the grime of an arduous day's work from his muscled torso. Colin's penis, she could see, even in that half-light, was so deliciously proportioned. It was something she'd only seen before when her parents had taken her round the farm during the rutting season. Her dear mother had explained to her that such was the way of things and that, if she was very lucky, then when her time came she might also be taken in such a wild fashion. As an afterthought and with a sigh, her mother had added that for that, though, she'd have to be very, very lucky.

Now she flung herself down onto the bed. No, quite frankly, she had not been lucky at all in that respect. That shriveled weed that Lord Chelmont, her husband, called a dick had only provoked scorn in her and left her shamelessly unsatisfied. This was a result of too much in-breeding, perhaps? So what if he was of noble descent going back many generations, and money was not even a matter of concern between them? - she could buy whatever it was that her heart desired - but nothing could ever buy the heart and love and penis of this strapping youth called Colin. She was married, and that was it - not so much for better and certainly it was for worse.'

Natalie's hand was now exploring along the upper reaches of her chest, softly releasing the straps which controlled her dress.

'She knew she needed the loving touch of a real man, a man who would take her into his arms, embrace her, smother her breasts in warm wet kisses, explore her hidden niches with his tongue, press his strong body onto her weak and pliable form, uncover erogenous zones that even she was as yet unaware of...she would show scant resistance...'

Natalie's hand was now delving inside her own top and making urgent circles around her breast. The matching red of her bra came into occasional view, but it was the presence of the engorged nipple as it was manipulated beneath the thin cloth which held everyone's gaze. Her eyes closed and she repeated,

'scant resistance...'

She laid the book on her lap and, her head flung back, began to tug at her own chest with both hands...

"Oh yes, ohhh..."

Then she seemed to remember that her purpose in being there was, after all, to tell a story. Her eyes opened and she released her breasts, though the bra remained exposed where she'd pulled her dress down at the front to engage in her hot fantasy, the straps hanging loosely over her upper arms. She took up the book again.

'...and so she lay spread-eagled on the bed, the negligee sprawled wide across her form, the excited nipples jutting upwards as though they could slice through the fine lace like a pair of daggers, the bristles of her mound forming a rough area through the smooth material like new shoots in the sand after a brief desert rain, before dipping down into the now widening oasis that lay hidden between her thighs...'

Natalie's legs had unfolded. She was now alternately looking at the page and then closing her eyes while probing at the inner reaches between her legs which had slid open to accommodate her fingers. Her hand moved up and down towards her crotch, titillating the insides of her thighs, and the hem of her dress eventually gave up its attempt to retain some token of modesty and remained there, concertina-like, in her lap. I took a brief moment to glance at her audience, and without exception, each had his hand busy down below, engaging in ever less furtive jerkings of his own. Some had even released the zips of their pants and extracted their own tool, without bothering to obscure the fact. I looked down to find my own personal tent that was also pressing urgently upwards from my lap. I leaned back in the chair and pushed my hips forward. There was no way I could resist the urge to stroke it in response to my own mother's wanton display, so I did stroke it, vigorously.

'She allowed her hands to roam freely across her own aroused form, and in her fevered imagination it was as though he was there with her in the room, as though he'd lowered himself down beside her, his breath blowing a gentle whisper across her distended nipples, and as though it was his hand that was beginning to gently explore what, up until now, she'd only allowed her husband to touch. So her own hands emulated what she knew he would want to do, copying what she knew to be their mutual desire. But it was not she who was doing the directing. Her hands seemed to have adopted a life of their own and to know instinctively where the epicenter of her desire was to be found.'

Natalie was by now running her hand up the inside of her one thigh, traversing the material of her damp pantied crotch, and down the inside of her other. Her dress was up almost to her waist. Her legs had opened far wider to accommodate her movements and now her knees were splayed as far as they would go. Ever so gently, she laid herself back onto the table-top and held the book up above her face with one hand and resumed her probing with the other. The further she probed, so it seemed to her that her legs were not spread wide enough.

She lifted them until the stiletto heels were poised on the ledge of the table. And then she managed somehow to widen her legs even more.

'Constance's fingers had rucked up the hem of the fragile wispy negligee and she was now frantically making passionate love to her own soaked pussy lips. She raised her bum to more easily gain access and, like strumming at a well-tuned string instrument, two of her fingers slid her lips apart while a third toyed around the sensitive nub that was her clit.'

Natalie's fingers had likewise also begun to focus in. They no longer tiptoed up and down her thighs, but stroked vertically up and down the equally soaked and now fairly transparent material of her panties. As she delved into the crease, so her panties disappeared with them into the crack, her labia free to jut out and form soft cushions around it to either side. Maybe the material of her panties was preventing the deeper access she needed. Whatever the reason, she extracted her fingers, hooked them around the material and levered them to one side. Her full, pink, wide-open cunt was now on free display to the transfixed eyes of her onlookers who had suddenly forgotten how to blink, and to their mouths which had suddenly forgotten how they should breathe. Then there was a discreet movement, and out of the corner of my eye I was aware of one fellow taking out a pair of spectacles and placing them on the end of his nose and screwing up his face to obtain better clarity. Everyone seemed to exhale in unison, some with a whistle, others with a gasp. And then their activities down below resumed with an added urgency.

'She thrust more fingers inside of her slick, sloppy, slobbering cavern. "Oh, Colin," she gasped, "Oh Colin, how do I tell you I need you? I have to have you now..! Come to me, pleeease..!" and by pushing all of her fingers inside, she thought she might somehow appreciate a poor estimation of the girth of Colin's tool rampantly jabbing its way into her depths. It was indeed a poor approximation, but it was at least succeeding in eliciting a trembling response from her which grew and expanded until her whole being was juddering uncontrollably. "Oh Colin, oh Collllliiiiin, ohhhhh..." '

Up on the table, Natalie's jerkings were paralleling the wild frenzy of Lady Constance in the book. Several of the audience had stood up and were approaching her. Not timidly, but brazenly. Freddy was at the forefront, his hand gripping the base of his engorged purple-headed knob which he pointed straight towards Natalie's open and willing mouth. She turned her head towards it and he thrust it right inside through those painted lips, deep enough to make a sudden bulge appear at the rear of her cheek. He pulled back and lunged it forward again. Natalie let go of the book and used that now free hand to reach round the back of Freddy's ass and to pull his dick further forward into her mouth. All around her now, men were crowding in and openly caressing her legs, exposing her tits, holding onto that hand which was slithering diligently in and out of her pussy and helping to speed it up. White streamers at some point began to fly through the air and spurt at crazy angles across her dress, over her breasts, up the insides of her thighs and into her hair. Freddy's cum, though, was nowhere to be seen because he had already ejaculated fiercely down her throat with an ecstatic groan of pleasure, turning his face up towards the ceiling or to his god, and thrusting his hips forward, ensuring that Natalie had swallowed every drop before extricating himself from between her lips, allowing her to lick up the remaining dribble from his knob-head. She was now gasping and utterly soaked from top to toe, she could scarcely open her eyes because so much was caked across her lids.