Marion sat up right on the bus seat watching out the window. Her hands were folded neatly on top of her purse and overnight bag on her lap. Her knees and ankles were primly together. She watched the lawns and businesses go by out the window. It was a beautiful fall day and the gold and brown leaves looked wonderful against the still green grass. It was warm out, so she could carry her coat. Which was good or it would have ruined the effect of her outfit. She wore a fine white wool sweater which fit snugly to the curves of her chest. A knee length pleated grey skirt clung to her rounded thigh. Black nylons encased her shapely calves. All was finished off with three inch black pumps. She didn't look flashy. Marion never did. She always went for a classic look, dressing old for her age. "Marion the Librarian" she'd heard snickered by the popular girls in high school. Shy and subdued, she was only ever paid attention to by boys who weren't interested in her, just in how far they could get. Afraid of being set up for some cruel joke, she always backed away.
The first few years at university seemed much the same. Doomed by her shyness and wardrobe to be elegant but ignored by the boys around her. Then Jack came along. Jack saw her. He tried talking to her on the first day of Renaissance Literature class. Marion didn't know what to do at first and tried being cool, but he pursued her across campus for a week until she relented and went for coffee. Jack seemed nice and actually interested in her for a change. After a few dates he invited her to his apartment for dinner. She'd accepted cautiously, packing her toothbrush and a change of underwear if things went well and cab fare if things didn't.
Things had gone very well indeed.
Jack was also rather shy and let her set the pace. So it was just kissing and caressing the first few nights. Sleeping together shyly in their underpants. Jack seemed to be quite content to suck on her breasts, although he would have to go excuse himself to the bathroom and, she assumed, masturbate.
But eventually one Friday afternoon she let him take her panties down on the couch and she guided his hardening shaft inside. Oh my goodness! It was wonderful! She loved feeling him moving inside of her like her whole body was a secret temple for his cock to worship in. Jack took to this worship enthusiastically and they barely left the bed that weekend. So every Friday she'd skip her afternoon class and go to Jack's apartment for lunch. Lunch would wait while they fucked energetically on the couch of his basement apartment.
The big picture window of his living room was at ground floor. Sometimes if children were playing outside on a weekend she'd have to duck down giggling. But Fridays the children were in school and they could pleasure each other with wild abandon. Shortly after they started their Friday afternoon sessions on the couch, she'd noticed their Watcher. While Jack was thrusting away energetically she looked over his shoulder and could see the building opposite. Up on the third floor a middle aged woman was standing on the balcony, smoking and watching them. Even after she finished her cigarette she stayed to watch them, slowing rubbing at the crotch of her jeans. An electric thrill raced through Marion, her back arched as her sudden orgasm exploded from loins to forehead.
Every Friday since she made sure they fucked on the couch with the curtains open in full view of her Watcher. Even if it was raining the woman would come out to smoke and watch their lovemaking, filling some unsatisfied need of her own. Marion thrilled at the sense of raw sexual power it gave her. She had something someone wanted. Marion the Librarian indeed.
She rang the bell for her stop. As Marion stepped down to the sidewalk a cool breeze curled between her parted thighs and tickled the hairs of her naked bush giving her a delicious thrill. She deliberately crossed her feet like a runway model as she strode confidently along the sidewalk. This made her bottom sway and her pleated skirt swish rhythmically. The feel of the skirt lining as it brushed against her bare bottom built a current of sexual charge in her naked pussy. Her ample, rounded breasts also bobbed rhythmically as she walked. Bouncing up and down. A slight chill caused her nipples to harden and press against the wool. The wool was itchy against her naked nipples but that completed the circuit, as the sexual charge surged from pussy to ass to nipples with each step.
She noticed the men watching her as they went by. Eyes locked indiscreetly on her proudly bouncing unapologetic breasts. In some shop windows she would check her reflection and catch them turn to check out her ass too. There were wolf whistles. She coolly ignored them and continued on, except perhaps to give a little extra wiggle with her backside. Ignored no longer, Marion was now desired by all the men who saw her. She felt powerful and alive. She was going to her lover's apartment for a weekend of passion and lovemaking.
