On the west side of
Downshire is Northchapel, which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of
the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the
beating heart of the County.
In recent generations
its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of
the town was underway.
But some things stood
the test of time regardless of changing fortunes and that was the Public
Library.
The longest serving
member of staff was Librarian, Julia Szaraz, who was the very epitome of her
kind.
Her dark brown hair
was pulled back severely into a bun arrangement, she wore heavy framed
spectacles and dressed in various shades of black or grey, normally in a skirt
with thick black tights and sensible shoes, and she dressed like that all year
round, whatever the weather, the only variety being the addition of a black or
grey cardigan, in the depths of winter.
Julia was thirty five
years old and had worked at the library since she left school, she was a quiet
studious person, very private and didn’t really socialise with the other staff,
and she was widely expected to get the Chief Librarian position when it became
available, that was however until outsider David Ryce was appointed to the
position, and they took an immediate dislike to one another, Julia resented him
for taking what she saw as her job, while he thought she was just dour and
dowdy.
Despite what she
thought David Ryce was supremely qualified for the position and was not afraid
of putting the hours in to get the job done, and over the weeks that didn’t go
unnoticed by Julia, who was also known to work late.
On one Friday night he
had been in his office and completely lost track of time and when he realized
the lateness of the hour, he promptly shut his computer down and prepared to
leave.
As it was late the
cleaners had been and gone and they had turned the lights off behind them, so
it was quite dark as he walked along the corridor between the book stacks.
As it was getting late
he decided to get a takeaway on his way home and was having an internal
discussion as to which cuisine to choose as he scanned the menu’s on his phone,
and then he was knocked off his feet by a figure in the darkness and finished
up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of him, using
his phone as a torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see
it was Julia Szaraz, but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed him
full on the mouth and inserted her tongue, quite expertly, and in that instant
of insertion he suddenly viewed her in a different light while appreciating the
high degree of skill in her tongues application.
He had always viewed
Julia as rather plain, and on the skinny side of slim, and her mode of dress
was very unappealing.
She was often referred
to behind her back by her colleagues as Jules the prude or the virgin Goth, so
to find her on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of
tongue, and in his opinion she was a damn good kisser, was to say the least out
of the norm.
David certainly wasn’t
expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand
to unzip his fly and pull out his semi erect member through the opening.
Although it didn’t
stay semi for long, because the moment the beast was free of its confines, she
disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way
she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd
had her lips around.
“Jules the Prude gives great head” he said to himself before saying out loud
“Oh Miss Szaraz”
As she worked on him,
he mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely, running deep
throat.
It was at that moment
that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined, and she
quickly stood up and he noticed from his prone position that one of her
sensible shoes was missing.
Her absent Brogue had
obviously come off her foot when they both fell.
Julia backed into the
recess between the shelves and he joined her there, his erection still
protruding from his open fly.
As they stood there in
close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and
shallow.
After a minute or so,
and satisfied that no one was in the building her lips returned to his and her
hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, while he fumbled inside her
blouse and unhooked her bra, and once that was achieved his hands quickly moved
to her small tits surmounted by stiffened nipples, as fat as his little finger
when aroused, which they quickly were.
As her kissing became
more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to hoist up her
skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.
He yanked down her
thick black tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney
arse and the satin and lace of her knickers quickly followed suit.
Once both tights and
pants were at knee height Julie accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot
from the unwanted items.
David then ran his
hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her cheek, she had a nice arse,
soft and squeezable but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous
thicket and then slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.
He instantly thought
how wrong her colleagues were about her being a dried-up virgin, at that
precise moment they were certainly a long way from the truth.
She was still kissing
him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose, and although
still gripping his tool in one hand Julie used her other one to undo his
trouser button and yank down his slacks and bare his arse.
David removed his
fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the bookshelf behind her
and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the gap between some
dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together when he had her in position
“Are you going to take
me, like you took my job?” she asked
“Without a second
thought for my feelings?”
“Yes, to the first
one” he said truthfully “Very definitely no to the second”
“That’s good enough”
she said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there
was no resistance and the way she received his offering, the way she wrapped
herself around him pulling him deeper into her, David knew she had received
others before him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his
hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out
contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.
As he pumped her
harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure heightened they
grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch, onward and onward,
frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed, and a moment later he
shot into her.
They stayed in their
final position for several minutes, panting loudly, with his cock still
twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft and she made
several long pleasurable languorous sighs, so he kissed her neck and she hugged
him tightly.
They redressed quickly
in the dark, although he suspected Julie went home with her knickers and tights
in her handbag.
“I hope we can do that
again sometime,” she said
“Oh yes, I think we
can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long liquid
kiss as they parted.
As he completed his
journey home, he thought to himself how funny life could be, who would have
thought that a plain, dour, and dowdy, skinny young woman could be such a
pleasurable fuck.
It just goes to show
that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.
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