Frank Brown: Horny peeping librarian

Sue Sherman arrived at work without panties on under her skirt. She never wore a bra, so today she was stark naked under her blue dress with the revealing slit up the left slide. As she walked up the front steps of the library, her naked pussylips working together, the meat between the swollen flaps slick with pussycream, she had to stop momentarily to brace herself against the railing and to take a deep breath. She felt so wicked and excited she was on the verge of coming!

If old Miss Wilmar, head librarian, were to discover that her newest assistant librarian had come to work without panties on, the prune faced old spinster would have a stroke on the spot. The thought of being so wicked and of fooling Miss Wilmar fueled Sue's excitement, for she had always loved being a naughty girl. Let anybody tell Sue that she could not do something, or that she could not have something, and Sue immediately set out to do that thing or to get that thing.

"Miss Sherman, you'll be working the mezzanine today." Miss Wilmar gave Sue the once over, peering over the taps of her bifocals and scowling.

"Yes, ma'am." Sue said with a smile.

She wheeled away before Miss Wilmar could make a remark about her dress and went to the mezzanine steps, intentionally clicking her high heels and wiggling her ass.

Kiss my ass, Sue thought, and as she climbed the steps, imagining the old bat watching Sue's tanned legs and muttering to herself about the indecent dress of today's young librarians. Miss Wilmar couldn't do anything, though. Sue was dressed according to the library dress rules. Her skirt hung within five inches of her knees. She kept her long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail, and her neckline was cut low, but not too low – just revealing the upper bulge of her tanned tits.

Thank God there's nothing in the dress code about women having to wear nylons or a bra, Sue thought. Those things were taken for granted, she supposed. All women wore them. No need to require them to wear such things by writing it up in the dress code. Well, to hell with anything not specified in the code!

Sue slipped into her chair at the mezzanine information and requisitions desk and kicked off her high heels. There was nothing in the code about library employees having to wear shoes either, so to hell with them, at least while she was sitting behind her desk.

It was a slow morning, especially up in the mezzanine. The only real bustle was happening down at the circulation desk, where librarians and library assistants were busy checking in books that had been returned over the weekend. Monday mornings were always slow up here in the mezzanine because most library patrons didn't start filtering in usually until afternoon. Only a few patrons came to Sue's desk to requisition books from the basement stacks, so she went down herself instead of sending down an order for the books.

She welcomed the chance to get out of her desk and exercise her legs. She knew Miss Wilmar would frown upon such inefficiency, such wasted legwork, but Sue didn't care what Miss Wilmar thought. The head librarian had undoubtedly sentenced Sue to the most boring desk in the library this morning just to spite her. Miss Wilmar knew what Sue liked the most active tasks, so she made it a habit to always find Sue the least active, job possible.

At ten, Sue took her coffee break in the employees' lounge.

"Where'd you get that dress?" Nancy Hanes said.

"This old thing?" said Sue. "I've only had it since my freshman year of college. Used to wear it to dances."

"Bet it didn't stay on long after the dances," Nancy said, smiling suggestively.

"Not long," Sue said. "Not long at all." She sipped her coffee, feeling a warm glow in her cheeks.

"I wouldn't have the guts to wear something like that," said Jane Martin. "Especially to work. I don't know how you get away with it, Sue. Miss Wilmar looks like she'd going to have kittens sometimes when you walk in wearing these wild outfits."

Sue laughed. "I follow the dress code. Miss Wilmar learned that the first week I was here. She called me into Kurt Johnson's office and tried to have me fired for indecency, if you can believe that. But I read the dress code out loud and to her face right there in front of Kurt, and he said, 'She's right, Miss Wilmar. She's within the code guidelines. You may return to your jobs, ladies.' And that was that."

Nancy and Jane looked flabbergasted.

"Girl scout's honor," Sue said, crossing her heart. "In fact, I think Kurt actually approves of my clothing."

"Don't try to tell us he's interested in you," Nancy said. "Not Kurt Johnson."

"Kurt Johnson is a professional," Jane said. "He lives for this library. I don't think he ever thinks about anything else. I've been working here over ten years, and I've never seen him pay the least bit of attention to any female employees. He's completely asexual, as far as I'm concerned, handsome though he is."

Nancy shook her head. "I second that! Our revered director is all work and no play. Budget and staff meetings, or meetings of the library board are his whole life." She glanced at her watch. "Break's over, girls."

On the way back to her desk, Sue saw Kurt Johnson arrive with his brief case and head straight for his office. The only person he greeted was Miss Wilmar, whom he nodded to as he strode past her. Miss Wilmar looked for a moment as if she were going to salute him, then immediately went to her desk to collect her papers for their Monday morning meeting. A minute later, Miss Wilmar, accompanied by her two senior staff members, entered the director's office and sealed shut the door behind them. The meeting would last an hour, as it always did.

Sue couldn't figure out that Kurt Johnson. He was tall and muscular, his physique obvious even through his suit. He should have been a pro athlete, not a library director. And he could have his choice of women. Why did he ignore all the sexy young librarians and assistants and spend his time in business meetings with Miss Wilmar and her two gray-haired sergeants?

Asshole, Sue thought, sliding in behind her desk. She was angry with the man. Here she was, a fresh, ripe young woman, one of the most sought-after girls at Howard College, and he wouldn't give her more than quick glances. Even when he'd interviewed her for the job, he'd spent more time looking at her resume than at her. Well, at least he'd hired her, much to Miss Wilmar's dismay, Sue was sure.

Sue finished her paperwork quickly, then drooled on a piece of scrap paper and daydreamed. She thought about Kurt Johnson, the first male she had ever met who seemed disinterested in her, and she found herself drawing a picture of a big veiny cock. Her mouth watered as she looked at her drawing, imagining it to be Kurt's erect prick. She drew wads of cum spurting from the cock and squeezed her legs together. Her face became hot.

She kicked her shoes off again. Suddenly, she felt very naked under her dress as she worked her legs against each other. Her pussylips had swollen and a liquid like hot melted butter was oozing between them. She could detect the faint aroma of hot pussy, and she was glad there were only a few patrons in the mezzanine.

Damn, she was masturbating again like a schoolgirl. She used to do this a lot back in her school days, starting back in the days before she had even sprouted fuzz on her pussy, back in the days before she'd even been fucked. She looked back on the early days of her adolescence as being the most frustrating days of her life. Her sex drive had keen strong, almost maddening, and yet she'd been brainwashed into believing that having sex before she got married was the worst of all crimes. So, she'd spent her days jacking off, even working herself off in her desks at school – until she'd almost lost her mind – until she'd given in to her desire.