I started a new job this fall in the library at a large Midwestern university. The job doesn't pay much, but there are benefits -- I'm surrounded by cute young coeds, and there are several attractive ladies on the library staff itself. However the weather in Minnesota took some getting used to.
Winter arrives early in this part of the country, and one day in early December we were hit with over a foot of snow. Most of the professors cancelled classes, but the university didn't officially close, so I trudged off to work. With the campus nearly deserted, I figured I was in for a very boring day.
Only one other staff member braved the blizzard, a woman in her late 40s named Jinny. From the few conversations we'd had, Jinny seemed to the typical librarian type -- rather quiet and demure. I grabbed a cup of coffee and settled in for what was shaping up to be a long, boring day. Jinny was busy at her computer and wasn't in a talkative mood, so I sat at my computer a few feet away. I started out trying to be productive, ostensibly putting together a book order, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. I took several glances over at Jinny who was dressed in a knee-length navy blue skirt and white blouse, buttoned all the way up. She's not bad looking -- despite her conservative dress, I could tell she had a nice figure. She has a pleasant face as well -- bright eyes and an engaging smile. As I peered over at her from my computer, I thought that she could easily pass for a much younger woman. As I watched, Jinny stood and leaned over a filing cabinet and I couldn't resist checking out her rear. "Not bad," I thought as the skirt stretched tightly over her bottom.
My boredom was broken a few minutes later when a very cute blonde coed walked in the front door and kicked the snow from her boots. She wore a button-up sweater over a pair of tight jeans, and I admired her tight little butt as she headed for the stacks. She walked out of view and I returned to my work. A few minutes later I looked up to see the coed approaching the desk.
"Excuse me," she said to Jinny. "But I'm trying to find a book, and I don't know what section it would be in."
"Sure," Jinny responded. "Do you know the title or author's name?"
"I have it right here," the cute little blonde replied. "It's called 'My Secret Garden', and the author's name is Nancy Friday.
My ears perked up. I had run across the Nancy Friday book years earlier in a bookstore. Too embarrassed to purchase it, I read it cover to cover in the store. It was a real eye-opener. As a Catholic boy, it had never occurred to me that women masturbate. 'My Secret Garden' taught me otherwise. To this day, just the thought of a woman masturbating is enough to get my blood boiling. One of my greatest fantasies is to watch a woman engaged in pleasuring herself, but so far my lovers have been reluctant to share this intimate act with me. The description of women's fantasies in 'My Secret Garden' goes beyond racy -- it's downright filthy at times. And I was sure that my middle-aged, prudish co-worker would not be familiar with it. I stood and approached the counter, always ready to help (especially cute little blondes looking for sexually explicit material). But I was quite surprised when Jinny spoke up.
"Oh yes, I know right where it is. Come on, I'll show you."
I stood dumbfounded as the two women disappeared into the stacks and returned a few moments later. The young blonde carried the Nancy Friday book in her hand. With a conspiratorial look, Jinny leaned over and whispered something in her ear. The blonde blushed, but flashed a broad smile.
Jinny came back behind the desk and sat again at her computer. The young coed settled into a kiosk near the window several yards in front of us. I tried to get some work done, but couldn't resist sneaking peeks over my monitor at the cute little blonde framed by the falling snow, her eyes wide in concentration as she dove into the book. After a few minutes of reading, she lifted a hand and unfastened one button on her sweater. She soon released a second and third button until finally the whole sweater came off. Underneath she was wearing a form-fitting light blue knit top.
