After
hushing the group of young men joking around in the corner
of the room I got back to doing what I do best, playing
secretly on the computer when I should be working. The
library was quiet today so there was not much that needed
done, there was some odd filing pieces and some faxes
to be sent but nothing major. This month I had been placed
in a library administration team.
I
snapped shut the book on the front of the desk, a book
that was left there by a young boy who decided that Peter
Rabbit was too young for him and he could no longer keep
the book as he was a big boy now. His mother had asked
if we could take the book as a donation and the boy wore
a cheesy smile on his face, like he was doing someone
a great big favour. The library welcomed donations but
it just made more paperwork and filing for us first hand
staff.
The
library was painted in a dull green. I think when the
couple who opened this places decided to have it decorated
they must have been against colour. Everything screamed
out plain and tasteless. The book shelves were even painted
that disgusting green colour and the only bright thing
that could be found was a computer screen. Computers littered
every bare wall and desk. IT is the new in thing so the
library thought it would kit itself out with some up to
date technology.
Today
was my turn to stack the shelves. I had tried to get out
of it complaining of a sore leg but the boss just looked
at my heels and politely stated that if I could wear them
to work with a sore leg I could stand on a ladder and
put books on a shelf. I made a mental note to myself at
the time not to wear heels as high as these to work again,
especially if I was going to need an out clause at some
point of the day.
The
list of books that needed putting back on the shelves
grew larger as the day went on. Policy has it that you
are not supposed to put the books back on the shelves
until the end of the day but with the initiative I have,
and the knack for getting into bother, I decided to lighten
the load and took a pile of books to their category shelves
and started to put them back up.
The
hard part came when I needed to reach the top shelf. My
heels were high but they weren’t that high. I needed
the step ladder, something that wasn’t as discreet
as books. I had to be quick not to get caught. The library
just happened to be silent so my noisy heels echoed of
the library walls. My pace quickened as I dragged the
step ladders through the aisles to the one where I needed
it. It squeaked loudly as I pulled it across the floor.
Today
was not the best day for me to be climbing a ladder. I
was wearing a soft pink blouse and a short black, pleated
skirt. My hair was tied back in a loose pony tail and
my make up was only slightly applied. I was fresh and
innocent today as opposed my to erotic and sexy look I
usually wear. I did of course wear my stockings; they
are one piece of clothing I couldn’t live without.
Today I wore a baby pink pair with small zigzag lines
running through the soft fabric. I remembered putting
them on this morning before I left. I imagined the soft
feel of them material under my fingertips as I dragged
them up my legs. I felt my toes press against the tight
cloth in my shoes. The stockings sat neatly on the tops
of my thighs while cold metal clasps dug into the lace
material that lined the top of them so that they would
stay on. I almost put a ladder in them, they are that
delicate. The sheer material shone under the soft dim
of the library lights. They were thin and smooth and made
my legs look as innocent as I was trying to be.
The
ladder lay steadily against the bookshelves; luckily I
was light so there was little chance of them falling over.
I could hear murmuring in the background as my first foot
touch the ladder steps. It was the young boys in the corner
of the room peering at me from behind their university
study books. It was obviously not their books that they
were studying.
Despite
the distraction I carried on, ignoring the smirks and
the silent dog whistles that sounded in the background.
I gripped the ladders fiercely with one hand while I held
the books in a tray with the other and lifted both feet
onto the first step. I just had to climb another six or
so steps and I was there. By the time I had reached the
tops of the stairs my skirt had ridden up and was barely
covering my ass. The boys behind me had a good stare as
the lacy tips of my stockings were in full view and if
they came any closer they would not only be seeing the
sexy stockings but also the soft pink panties to go with
them.
Their
eyes were fixated on my long, slender legs. I stretched
up to put some of the books on a higher shelf and it was
like watching puppies watch their favourite toy. Their
tongues were hanging out of their mouths and their lips
were very wet. Each of the young men’s eyes took
in every detail of my stockings and pleated skirt. Their
eyes traced the smooth zigzag lines that were etched into
the soft material and lustfully looked up the backs of
my toned legs to my ass.
I
don’t think a hurricane could have torn their eyes
away. Once all the books were in place I smoothed down
my skirt hiding the tips of the stockings form the young
men’s eyes. I could hear small pangs of disappointment
as I slid my skirt down my legs to cover my lacy thighs.
I could feel the heated gaze of each boy race over me
wondering what to take in next. Just one moment ago they
were laughing at me for climbing the ladder, now they
would shut up just to keep me there.
As
I slid my skirt down I slipped my hands onto my legs to
catch a warm feeling from my stockings. I shivered as
the soft nylon skimmed my fingertips and sent the boy’s
eyes into over drive. I let my shoulders relax a little
as I skimmed my fingertips over my thighs and knee’s.
I embraced the feel of the smooth yet rough feeling of
my stockings as I stood taller than everyone in the library
and was being watched by some very good looking youths.
It
didn’t take long for me to get back to reality that’s
for sure. It was barely five minutes since I had dragged
the ladder but the boss was standing at the base of the
ladders screaming for me to come down, and of course,
looking up my skirt. His eyes also fixated on my stockings
but I think his interested laid mainly in my silky, pink
panties that were almost, but not quite, hidden by my
skirt. I jumped down of my ladder and my boss kindly pointed
out I had a sore leg and maybe I shouldn’t do that
anymore.
Walking
back to my desk I almost melted at the knees. I could
feel the nylon material rubbing in between my legs making
me go crazy. The soft fabric rubbed against my inner thighs
as I shook my ass and swayed my hips back to my desk.
The young men stared on, anxious to see if I was grabbing
more books to put back on the shelves, watching my legs
and my ass like hawks. I had to disappoint them however,
as I sat back down I could literally feel their breath
rushing out form their mouths, breaths I’m sure
they didn’t even know they were holding until now.
I
sit back down on the chair and crossed my sexy legs over,
my shoes dangling in mid air. I loved the way that the
stockings rubbed against each other; they made my legs
shake and my back shiver. I looked over to the young men
in the corner as see them gathering up their books to
leave. My guess is that they had had enough excitement
for one day, and if I was lucky they may even come back
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