I was 24 years old at the time, I was a newly minted teacher and taught in a high school. Due to my profession and my many interests, including knowledge from physics and chemistry through biology to technology, I often visited the city library. I lived in a small town in the province at the time.
This library was not a large facility. It was located in an old building and included several rooms connected to each other. I used to go there a few times a month and generally I was the only borrower during the whole stay. Of course, besides me there was always a librarian.
The library was managed by two ladies, but in the part I attended - for adults - was always SHE, as I found out later, her name was Sally. She was a woman at the age of 45-50, well-groomed, with dark auburn hair and hazel eyes, quite curvy but also tall, with a nice face and always nicely perfumed. Undoubtedly, her advantage was the large breast.
For a long time I did not pay attention to her, after all she was so many years old ... I always had other things on my mind, I was interested in so many things. So I borrowed books and ran away.
Once upon a time, however, as always it was in the afternoon, I stood at the bookshelves with books on historical subjects. The bookcase was right behind the desk where the librarian was sitting. So she had her back to me, sitting on her chair behind the desk, which was also a place for catalog of library cards set up in containers over the desk top.
These were the days when the computer borrowing register had just begun to use, and first only in larger cities, and library cards were still used in the provinces.
At one point a person came to return the books. The librarian got up, accepted them, and the person left, closing the door. So we were the only ones left again.
Sally, standing at the desk, leaned over it, flipping through the library cards and making records. At this point I was looking through a book from the bottom shelf, so I was leaning over and looking at the librarian leaning in front of me. She probably didn't pay attention to me because I had been behind her for a long time and kept quiet. I was looking through books.
I felt so horny when I looked at her. Dressed in a black knee-length skirt and black leather knee-high boots, a little plus-size Sally, leaning over the desk top, she revealed her full thighs to me.
I couldn't control myself and bent low over the floor, looking under her skirt. Because she had her legs slightly apart, I saw beige stockings, a white garter belt and white stylon panties hiding this place ... And besides this sweet woman's scent!
The excitement that came over me was indescribable. It took maybe five minutes, but when Sally finished flipping through the cards and sat down, I stayed in my place for a long time to control myself, breathing deeply.
Later I left the library and walked the streets for a long time, remembering what I was able to see. After a few days, unable to bear myself anymore without seeing the lady from the library, I went again to exchange books. Looking at her surreptitiously, I gave the books and went to the shelves. After a few moments I was back again where I saw her legs last time.
This time her skirt was grey and slightly longer, reaching beyond the knees, but on the side there was a mid-thigh slit. Of course, also black leather boots, which she had recently. She was also wearing a short-sleeved blouse (it was always warm in the library even in the fall when this story happened) relatively tight, my favorite pink color that highlighted her voluptuous, large breasts.
Looking at her from the back, I saw the shape of the bra straps, clearly visible under her blouse, tightly fitting her curvy body under her armpits. The bra was probably a bit too small for Sally's big bust. This time my lady sat behind the desk slightly sideways, not sliding her legs completely under the desk, which I scrupulously noticed immediately.
Leaning over the library cards, she raised a little above the chair, making her skirt rise a little higher. When she sat up later, the slit on the skirt reached almost to her hips and revealed the ending of the stockings she had on her legs.
This time they were quite dark, brown, but very thin. The white color of her thigh skin stood out from them in a beautiful way. I also saw one garter of the garter belt firmly holding the stocking.
Looking at her I felt my penis getting hard, quickly stiffening. Because I was in a crouch position, the big penis did not want to fit in my panties anymore and clearly disturbed me. So I got up and pulled him sideways out of my pants to my pant leg. Now I could comfortably bend down and keep watching. After a while, the librarian got up and left for the next room.
After a few minutes she returned and standing behind the desk, leaned over the catalogs of the library cards. Like the previous time, I quickly used it, bowing my head to the ground and looking under her skirt. Blood boiled when I saw dark curly hair coming out from under thin panties between her legs. Narrow, white panties revealed large, buttocks, tucked in with a pink garter belt.
Similar situations have happened several times. I came to the library regularly, twice a week, when time allowed. I thought all the time that Sally didn't suspect anything, especially since her attitude towards me didn't change. Until one late afternoon ...
As usual, I came to exchange books. Entering the library, I bowed and looked at "my" lady. She was wearing a light brown leather suit (jacket and skirt), and under the jacket a black, shiny blouse with a large cleavage.
The smell of her sweet perfume enveloped me as soon as I entered. I went to the desk and was surprised to see her hand stretching towards me to greet. Instinctively, I took it and kissed.
"Mr. Andrews, I have a great request," said the librarian, "Will you have a moment of your time? I need a strong male hand to do one job. And I see you are so manly, so well muscled," Sally said, touching my bicep.
"Yes, of course, but please do not overdo it with this manhood. It is true that I go to the gym, but I am still far from ideal," I replied.
"Well, don't be so humble anymore. Okay, then choose your books and then I'll tell you what I mean, okay?"
I stood at the bookcase, choosing books, but my head was filled with thoughts "I wonder what she mean" and I looked at her furtively.
She was beautiful! Dark, slightly wavy hair. Strong but unimposing makeup added charm to mature femininity. The large earrings twitched slightly with the slightest movement. When her head was tilted, a second chin appeared. The cleavage was adorned with a long necklace of white pearls, contrasting with the black blouse. The roundness of her hips was visible from under her skirt.
Black leather knee-high boots on high heels, embracing black sexy fishnet stockings were the culmination of the whole. I took a few books at random and went to the desk. The librarian, taking library cards, said:
"I need to do some tidiness in the back room and I need help with that. Maybe we could go to this room and show you what I mean."
I followed her. We entered one of the back rooms equipped with empty bookcases.
"I would like you to move these bookcases so that there is no free space here," she said, showing with her hand the actual free space by the wall, "These bookcases are empty, so I think you can handle it."
"I'll try, but it shouldn't be a problem," I replied.
"Awesome. I knew I could count on you. Once you set up these bookcases, I will be able to put these books," she pointed at the cardboard boxes with books standing in the middle of the room.
The librarian went out for a while, but I rolled up my sleeves and started to rearrange the furniture. The bookcase was empty and relatively light, so rearranging was easy. The librarian did not appear for some time, so out of curiosity I went quietly to the door to see what Sally was doing.
Through the slightly ajar door I saw Sally correct her lips holding a mirror and lipstick in her hands. When she improved her lips, she put down the mirror and lipstick and began to improve her bust in the blouse. After about five minutes of absence, Sally returned. Looking at my work, she said:
"Yes, I meant it, Mr. Andrews, I hope I won't disturb you when I start putting books?"
"Of course not," I replied and added, "Please don't call me "mr", this is very embarrassing for me. I'm just Jack."
"Well, basically you're right. My look rather shows that I could even be your mother, right?" she asked.
I was confused a bit but had to answer.
"No, that's not what I meant ... you look very pretty," I stammered.
