*This story follows on from my first submission, "An Unexpected Tip".....*
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As I lay in bed thinking about what had happened the night before I was interrupted by the shrill ringing of my alarm clock. I hadn't noticed the time ticking away and as I reached out to stop the noise I suddenly found myself wondering if it had all been a dream.
I quickly glanced toward my bedside table and there was the library card he had left. My heart rate quickened slightly. Sitting up and stretching I noticed the faint marks on my wrists where he had pinned me down and a dull ache where he had punished me for lying to him. The recollection of these sensations caused my pussy to dampen and I blushed despite being alone.
I had gone straight to bed when I got in as I was exhilarated but exhausted. Normally I would have a shower but as I brushed my long silky hair I could smell his musty scent on me and despite my better judgement did not want to erase it just yet.
I hoped he would return for the card and dressed slightly more carefully than usual, selecting underwear I would normally reserve for evening - cool silk pants that felt good against my smooth and slightly used pussy and an expensive matching bra that showed off my generous round breasts.
Of course, I still had to wear appropriate outerwear but I decided that a pencil skirt and fitted blouse would be perfectly okay for my subdued workplace - nobody would know that my legs were encased in lace topped stockings after all.
I was not used to making so much effort. It took me longer than I thought and this combined with the heels I had opted for making the walk to work a little slower meant that I arrived fifteen minutes late. I had planned to go straight to the computer and look up my mysterious customer but my supervisor, Mrs Moore had other plans.
"What time do you call this?" she asked, patronisingly. "And do you really think that is appropriate footwear for this establishment?" I didn't think to try and be smart with her as I knew this would not help my case so instead I lied, claiming that I snapped the heel on the shoes I put on this morning - a reason for my tardiness and footwear!
Looking at my slightly made up face I think Mrs Moore doubted my story but she seemed to stop herself from making further comment when she spotted someone behind me. Her tone of voice became much more gentle and friendly as she spoke "Ah, yes, here is the girl I was referring to, I am sure that she will be happy to apologise for the inconvenience caused."
As I turned to see who she was speaking to I was stunned to see that it was him. My stomach seemed to jump up into my throat and I took a step back and in doing so inadvertently pressed my right heel into Mrs Moore's foot, as she yelped I jumped forward and was caught in the arms that only hours before had held me firmly against a diner table. "Oh dear, you do seem to be accident prone!" he purred.
All the feelings of helplessness returned and I stuttered an apology. He had arrived at the library before me and told my boss that I had kept his card the previous day when checking out his books. Naturally the old bag thought I was just bad at my job, but then I could hardly challenge his explanation by telling her I retrieved his card from the floor of the diner after he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life. (Although her reaction might have been worth it!) I played along and returned the card, annoyed that I hadn't had a chance to look up his details, and I apologised for my error.
"It's fine, just a mistake!" he said, smiling and looking straight through me with those pale yet piercing eyes. "You can make it up to me if you like?"
I felt my face flush bright red, his eyes travelled up and down my body as he made this last remark and I felt as though he knew what my outer clothes concealed. I fought against the pounding in my chest and forced my voice to be steady as I asked, as brightly as I could manage, how could I help him. "There's something I want that is not open to everyone." he said.
The loaded innuendo caused my blushing to intensify and prevented me from replying. Mrs Moore jumped into the exchange, "I'm very sorry sir, you must think that we have terribly incompetent staff," she turned to me, "this young man would like to use the reference area, can you manage that?" Before I could reply she turned and trotted off to the counter where a small queue was forming.
The reference area was a small basement room that housed the historical records. For security purposes we kept it locked and only allowed members to peruse the documents under the supervision of library staff.
I gulped, "If you'd like to follow me." I invited and started walking towards the staircase, cursing the effect my heels were having on the way I moved, every hip swing felt like I was inviting and encouraging him, I didn't dare turn around in case he thought I was enjoying this.
Neither of us spoke as I led him down to the basement area and keyed in the code, I opened the door and gestured for him to come in. As he passed I felt my stomach flip and the familiar warmth spread through my body. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging this and remained by the open door.
I asked what it was he wanted and looking me straight in the eyes he told me that he wanted me to close the door. I couldn't think of a good reason not to so I slowly moved forward, letting the heavy door slide shut and click into place behind me. He stepped forward and was only an inch away from me, my hand shook, he reached out his right hand and took my left with it, "Hey," he said softly and reassuringly, "there's no need to be worried, it was an easy mistake to make, I should have remembered to take the ticket off you as I left."
This confused me. Was he mad? Did he really think that was why I had his card? Or was I mad? Had I invented the whole thing? I could possible have allowed my imagination to stretch that far but that wouldn't have accounted for the scent of him on me still.
