The Librarian

The company I work for had just landed a big job with a small rural library. An old lady had passed and left a pile of money to the library so it could join the twenty-first century. I was sent in to wire a small main frame, a half dozen terminals, and wireless access. The job was going to take a about a week, so the company put me up in a little rural motel. It was a sweet gig for me. The library was a nice turn of the century brick building with a nice big and dry basement to run my wires. I figured it would take me three days to finish but I was going to milk it for the whole five. Three women ran the place. There were two spinster sisters in their seventies, the Mc Garrett?s, who had been there fifty years. The third lady was in her thirties and could have been good looking, I guess, but instead had decided to follow the Mc Garrett Çekmeköy escort bayan girls lead and dress like a librarian. Her name was Rebecca Palmer and she wore knee length skirts and frilly satin blouses with a frumpy sweater. Her plain wire rim glasses and hair in a bun completed the cliché. The ladies were nice if a little distant as I started work Monday morning. For the first day I was mainly in the basement running wires and setting up my junction boxes. On Tuesday I started work in the library itself. I installed the nodes for the wireless and the wiring for the terminals. I finished up a little early that day so I kind of put zed around cleaning up and checking my equipment. I looked up and I caught Miss Palmer looking at me with a curious expression. I gave her a half smile that Escort Gebze only caused her to turn on her heels and walk away. I laughed to myself and thought, ?Frigid bitch bet she never even saw a picture of a cock.? Wednesday I was working mainly behind the counter, the Mc Garrett girls were off and it was only me and Icy Palmer. Behind the check out counter was another counter it was long and desk height with a cut for an office chair about a third of the way down. Most of my work was under there so I crawled under and started wiring for the check out area. As I worked my way down Miss Palmer sat at the counter and began doing some kind of work. I worked my way towards her and wondered if she would move when I got there or what. I got to where she was and she didn?t move. ?Great? I thought ?a Şerifali escort power play? However she moved her legs over as I approached. So here I am lying under the counter with Icy Palmer?s knees inches from my head. I chuckled to myself because her knees looked glued together when they parted, just a little. I was stunned for a second; it had to be consciously done. I could only see a little up her skirt but the sight of her thighs pressed together sent a twinge downward. Then they opened a little more, now I knew she knew I was looking. I could now see all the way to the pink lace panties she was wearing. Now I had more than just a twinge and had the beginnings of wood. I stayed staring for a few moments and the thought fuck it, and stroked her calf. I figured I could say it was an accident if she complained and it would have been he said she said. She didn?t complain she opened her lugs wider. Now she was on display for me and one hand became two and her calf became up and down both legs. I worked those hands slowly form the bottom of her calves to the top of her inner thigh, just below her panties, and back down again.