I was going to make it happen tonight. It was Friday morning, and I was sitting in the magazine section of the public library watching her. I was pretending to read a newspaper, but periodically I would glance over the top of the paper to watch her. I don't think she knew what I was doing, at least she didn't appear to. That was even better, it was going to be a total surprise.
I saw her the first time about two months ago, when she moved into town after accepting the position of head librarian. Her name was Angela, and she appeared to be in her early thirties. She had a beautiful complexion, with long dark hair, which she always wore in a bun, and black rimmed glasses that gave her the stereotypical look of a prim and proper librarian. She always dressed in either a long gray or black skirt, with a white blouse. I was certain under her conservative clothing was one hell of a sexy body. But there was nothing flirtatious about her. The two or three times I approached her to check out books, her blue eyes were kind, but formal. Once, I tried to flirt with her, and although I wouldn't be considered a hunk, I am by no means a slouch either. I'm 37 years old, tall and slim, with dark wavy hair that is just now beginning to show the first gray streaks around my temples. Still, she seemed either uninterested or slightly annoyed by my sly, and slightly suggestive comments.
I must say I have always been attracted to women who were shy and intellectual. My friend, Rob, in college, used to say I was hung up on the girls who he called "bookworms." I agreed with him, and added that several of the girls I dated in college were shy and reserved in public, but wild as hell in the bedroom. All they needed was a little coaxing. I don't think he ever believed me, but I didn't care; I knew what I liked.
Now, some 14 years out of college, I've again found a woman who fits the bill perfectly . . . Angela.
I asked around and found out she was single and lived alone in a small apartment just outside of town. I have driven by her apartment several times this past week, and I haven't seen her with any company, either male or female. I also discovered that she was alone in the library on Friday night's from the time she locked the doors at 8pm when the library closed, until she left around 8:30. It was at this time I decided to put my plan of action into effect. I would hide somewhere in the library until I knew she was alone and had locked the doors, and then use whatever coaxing it might take to fuck this alluring woman.
As I sat absently flipping the pages of the newspaper, I glanced at my watch, and then at her as she waited on a customer at the circulation desk. My cock was getting rock hard just thinking about what lay ahead for me just a few short hours from now. I followed her movements as she reached upward to retrieve a book the customer had placed on reserve. The white blouse stretched tightly over her full breasts. I imagined how those breasts would look and feel to my hands and tongue.
I stood, and made my way to the mens room, holding the newspaper to hide my erection. Once inside I locked the door, pulled down my pants, and stroked my cock. I closed my eyes, and pictured Angela wearing nothing but a garter belt and stockings, as I forced her over the circulation desk and fucked her from behind until she screamed in ecstasy, her tits pushing and scattering papers all over the desk. Needless to say, with this in mind, I shot my load suddenly and forcefully in a matter of moments.
I cleaned myself up and placed the newspaper back on the rack and left the library. I wanted to get some lunch and take a nap before I returned. I wanted to be well rested for the evening's events.
I woke at 6:30, took a shower, and pulled into the library parking lot. Good, there are several cars still parked in the lot. I should be able to enter practically unnoticed.
I entered the library and saw Angela in her small glass enclosed office directly behind the circulation desk. She appeared to be busy with paperwork. I strolled nonchalantly past the desk, and made my way down the long aisle where the older magazine articles were stored on tall metal shelves. I found a secluded area that wasn't well lighted, and had an open space between one of the shelves. I picked up the first magazine I saw, took it to one of the private study rooms, and slowly flipped through it to kill some time.
At ten minutes until eight, I heard Angela's voice over the intercom announcing the library would be closing in ten minutes, and all customers desiring to checkout should come to the circulation desk immediately. That was my cue to slide into position between the metal magazine racks.
I heard the last customer leave at five minutes past eight. The library was quiet except for the sound of locks being turned on the two entrance doors to the library, and the sound of Angela's footfalls as she walked from the tile entryways, and into the carpeting of her office. Except for the light in her office, the only lighting came from two small security lamps that were casting long shadows along the aisles of the library.
I waited a few moments until I heard the sound of shuffling papers, and then made my way slowly from my hiding place toward the desk. Still crouching, I peered over the counter. She was seated at her desk shuffling papers around. I cautiously reached over the counter and picked up a gold letter opener and slipped it in my pocket.
I crawled around the corner of the desk and stood in the office doorway. She looked up, and for a moment had a startled expression, then it changed to frustration. She let out a sigh and said, "The library is closed." I took a step into her office.
"I know it's closed," I said. "That's the way I want it."
"What do you mean?" she asked, now with less frustration, and more concern in her voice.
"What I mean is, you and I are going to have a little fun together." Angela made an attempt to roll her chair farther away from me as she realized my intention.
"Please don't hurt me," she said, the fear now apparent in her eyes.
