The public library opens at 9 o'clock each day, Monday to Saturday, that is exactly at 9, and definitely not 9.02 or even 9.01. That's because Miss Pringle has dutifully been in change of the keys for 17 years. Be it summer or winter, she is always punctual and it's her nature to be extremely precise.
At 43 and still a Miss, she has long ago given up the idea of marriage; it would be far too inconvenient and distracting these days. Never the less she is not unpleasant to the eye. At first glance, you may think her rather severe and prime, but a closer look would reveal a slim body, slightly over sized breasts for her frame and smooth clear skin. She didn't embellish herself at all, quite the opposite. Her clothes could have been hand me downs from another librarian of 30 years ago, and she wore no make up apart from a hint of red lipstick. No one had ever found out what she wore beneath her plaid twin sets but she was not in favour of tights. No, not healthy. Good old stocking were far better, letting the airflow between her thighs giving her a fresh feeling. On the fine days, Miss Pringle would cycle to work and on the others take her pink mini. Miss Pringle did not believe in lethargy, she liked the exertion, it cleared her lungs and head ready for a full working day.
As far as lovers were concerned no one had ever witness her with anyone, or even heard her talking about anyone, man or woman. She appeared to be above such things or so it would seem.
However, how wrong her colleagues' were. For Miss Pringle the installation of the new security cams throughout the library was an opportunity for her to indulge her favourite hobby, voyeurism.
Long ago in her teens, whilst staying on her uncle's farm, she'd been treated many times to the sight of him with their dairy maid in the barn. She'd noticed them both rendezvousing there at certain times of day usually when his wife was busy. Miss Pringle would creep in and peek through the gaps in the planking at them together, naked and laughing. The maid would lay back on a blanket, pull off her panties, and as bold as anything part her legs holding her pussy open enticing him in. He wouldn't need a lot of encouragement, his thick cock always seemed to be up and ready before she had her panties down as far as her knees. While they ground away, him stretching her tight pussy hole, Miss Pringle would explore her own lips, feeling how wet they could get. Even the sight of him just standing there slowly working his foreskin back and forth waiting for the maid to get the blanket sorted, would be enough to make her virgin pussy flood juice through her fingers and down both thighs. She learnt to hold her breath as her orgasm reeked havoc with her pussy, sending it into hot spasms and making it squirt all over the hay.
In her mind she contemplated what his cock would taste of after he'd pulled it out of her creamed cunt. From what she could see, it glistened and had white juices dripping off it. He would stand up wiping it off on his neck scarf before pulling up his jeans but sometimes, if he'd been particularly vigorous, the maid would kneel in front of him placing his sagging cock in her mouth and clean it for him. This would impel Miss Pringle to bite her bottom lip to control her gasp and make her push 2 or more fingers up her own tight love hole. How she'd have loved to be the one wrapping her tongue round his angry looking cock end. Feeling his load run out of her, down her inner thighs, god it had looked good.
These were her first experiences of sex, hot, wet and clandestine. They formed her tastes and sex drive, From then on she started going for walks past lovers in remote car parks, peering thought curtains and listening through walls. No one ever suspected, no one noticed the change. Only she knew why she had to came back home with her wet panties in a her bag.
Jimmy had been at the library for 8 months. Initially on employment experience, he had been put under Miss Pringle for supervision. That had finished 2 months ago but was kept on, he was quiet and willing and fitted in neatly to the atmosphere of the library. You would have thought that he should have had more confidence given his good looks and muscular build, but he hadn't, and this was most evident when he was in the presence of Miss Pringle. When called into her office he could hardly look her in the eyes. He seemed to develop a close interest in his footwear and wouldn't look up.
The cameras where placed in positions determined by Miss Pringle, she had meticulously gone throughout the building looking for all the hidden corners where mischief was most likely to go on. The images were fed back to her office and captured on tape. The one in the basement was there looking for smokers as she'd found cigarette butt on a few occasions but never the culprits. This cam was to return her best rewards.
She got the idea after seeing Jimmy on the basement cam, reading old comics from a box he'd found down there. He spent at least 25 mins of work time slowly turning over the ancient pages. As much as it irritated her it did give her a tempting plan. In her Uncles' shed she knew there were piles of porn magazines going back from the 90's to the 70's. She made a trip out and collected them. On returning to work earlier than usual she placed them in the bottom of the old comic box. This set the trap. The mouse only had to find the cheese.
During the morning tea break she had found Jimmy and fixing him with her gaze over the top of her spectacles.
'James, could you sort out all those boxes in the basement for me. Go through them and see if they're of any value or can be recycled.' she said in her most clear and sharp tone.
Jimmy was used to her bossiness but it made him anxious anyway. He got to it straight away, it was a job that suited him, working alone without anyone telling him what to do. Also he knew about the rest of the comics waiting in one of those boxes, and there was a chance that he might be able to take some home for his collection.
Back in her office Miss Pringle selected the cam in the basement on her computer and made it full screen. One thing about working in a library is that you learn patience. She watched him enter and go straight to his box. She zoomed in and was able to read most of the title herself, 'Topper'. 'How clear these new cams were!' she thought. Jimmy knew he didn't have all day, and that he would be able to read them later, so he skimmed the first few comics and delved deeper into the box. She noted his sudden stop. He pulled a thicker glossy magazine out from under the dusty comics. She knew the title, it was one that her uncle had abused more than once. 'Swank', spanking school girls and explicit shots of semen dripping buttocks. Some of the more extreme pages could no longer be opened without tearing, but it still had an attraction for Jimmy. He slowed down, turning and parting the pages carefully, almost studying a new topic that he'd never even dreamt of. He couldn't control himself, she had guessed such a youth with hot blood would be an easy victim.
She watched as he reach down and rubbed his cock through his trousers. It was rising quickly. As he pulled down his zipper Miss Pringle slipped some fingers inside her panties under the desk. Oh the gift of youth, Jimmy pulled out a thick piece of love meat, even bigger than her uncles. He beat it in front of the cam for only a minute when it pulsed and he stopped pumping. He aimed it well, gush after gush of a thick white fluid shot out, creaming over the picture of some young red ass. But that wasn't all, she focused right in on him. He hadn't gone soft. He had returned to stroking himself again and reached for another mag out of the box.
She was too wet, she got a towel from her drawer and pulled her skirt higher she spread the towel over her chair. She knew that if this went on for much longer that she would be squirting everywhere herself. This time it was 'Cum Babes'. It had the right affect on Jimmy. He was tugging hard now. Pulling his foreskin way back and exposing a dripping hot cock, her mind return to its taste and heat in her mouth. She went all out to finish, one hand buried deep up her virgin cunt and the other working her clitoris like a demon. Here it came. Her cum. She had no control at all just piss and juices everywhere. 'Fuck me' was the only words that quietly came out of her mouth as her face twisted and writhed in orgasmic pleasure. God she needed that. What's more she had him on tape to play again whenever.
She looked at the screen again. His trousers were round his ankle and his ass was on display. He was obviously finding it harder to cum that third time. He'd cupped his balls with one hand and was beating hard with the other, but he did it. She sat and admired his white muscular ass tensing as he fucked his own hand. Another creamed collectors copy. He nervously looked round, pulled up his trousers and wiped his hands off with a rag. Only then did he go to his instructed task twice as fast in an effort to make up the time. Meanwhile Miss Pringle carefully washed her hands, changed her panties, removed the towel, pulled down her skirt before making a note in her diary about a suitable time to interview James about his gross misconduct.
At lunch time she slipped unnoticed down to the basement where she retrieved the magazines which he had used and brought them back to her office, placing them carefully in her drawer. The sickly scent of his cum oozed from her desk long after the drawer had been closed. Each time she passed it that afternoon the vision of her mouth cleaning his spent cock came to her.
At the end of the day just as the doors were being locked and the staff leaving, Jimmy received a missive requesting his presence in a meeting with Miss Pringle in her office. He slowly drudged upstairs. He was going to hate this. He knocked.
'Come in James.' was the shrill answer.
