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 though 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, his 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 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
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.
