The Panty Chronicles – #1 Adrian, Part Three

by LesWrite

The next three weeks were dull. There had been a complaint about Jane’s short dresses. So she had to start wearing more sedate dresses and more pantsuits. She also told me back in the stacks that she had to be careful because it would cost her the job and her chance at further advancement. {She did run her hand over my ass while she told me.}

One memorable Tuesday, (Tuesday seemed to be the slow day at this library) she bent down right in front of me to pick up a magazine and I got the most delicious look at the crotch of a transparent pair of panties. I could actually see her cunt lips and the mass of curly flame red pubic hair. I was so excited that I spent too much time frigging my pussy that night. This was the night I learned that you need to trim your fingernails before ramming your fingers up inside your cunt hole. I was in such a sexual frenzy that I did not realize how much I had tortured the inner flesh of my pussy. I had abrasions and nicks so bad I couldn’t touch myself for over a week.

My mother had not been late to pick my up for over three weeks. Then on the first Monday in October, she was over an hour late.

Jane turned out the lights and then came over to me. It was near dusk and even though we could see our way to the door, anyone outside could not make out what was inside the library because of the tinted glass. Jane walked up behind me and began to massage my neck and shoulders.

“It looks like your mother is late again,” she said as her hands continued to massage my shoulders.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

She bent down her mouth close to my ear. “Do you like the massage?”

“I love it,” I sighed.

She flicked her tongue in my ear.

I jumped in the chair and I squeaked, then she sucked my earlobe into her mouth and sucked and breathed on it. My whole body had come to attention. My pussy was starting to leak juice and my nipples were like flesh covered stainless steel.

“Does this excite you?” Jane whispered with her mouth pressed to my ear.

I turned to her my mouth almost touching hers. “Yes,” I stated as my mouth captured hers.

The Kiss started slow, both of us hesitant. I moved my lips against the librarian’s very slowly. Then I stilled my mouth. Then Jane began to move her mouth on my still lips. She took her mouth off mine so we could both breathe. She moved around in front of me and sat down on my lap facing me. Her skirt bunched up around her hips and waist.

I felt a multitude of emotions and sensations. This was the first time in my life that I had a real human female body pressed up against me like this. Jane’s inner thigh and pussy crotch were pressed against my lap and thighs. Her breasts were pressing against my flat chest.

Jane leaned back a little and said, “What do we have here?” as she pressed the palm of her hand on my turgid left nipple. Then she ran a fingertip over the point of my left breast. I shuddered.

Suddenly she lowered her lips to mine and as I opened my mouth her tongue darted into that moist cavern. At the same time she was grinding her pussy against my pelvic bone and caressing my left nipple with the fingers of her right hand. Suddenly Jane threw back her head while gulping air into her lungs. Her silk covered pussy was pounding and gyrating madly on my groin.

“Oh, My Sweet young one***I am***going***to come***Ah!!!” Jane panted.

With one final chair-jolting slam into my groin and a hissing, panting, yes—she came.

In a shocked silence I held onto the breathless sweating librarian.

After a few minutes she started to get up, but I held onto her. I grinned into her flushed face.

“I hope I get to come to your apartment soon and often,” I grinned, “I would like to get to do this a lot.”

She gave me a chagrined look, “I really didn’t mean for this to happen. I was going to control myself and be good.”

“I thought you were very good, or as my father would say, damn good,” I said.

Jane looked up at me through long lashes, “I didn’t believe you when you said you were 9 years old. I had to look you up in the school directory. You are going to be one tall woman someday. You will be able to walk into a lesbian bar and all the femmes will rip off their panties and lie down on the floor thrusting their pussies at you and asking you to drive them to heaven.”

“Would you rip off your panties and lie on the floor for me,” I said.

“You have a lot of cheek for a very young girl,” Jane said as she pulled my head down for a searing kiss. “When I get a chance for both of us to be alone I will show you what can be done with my panties, your panties, and our bodies.”

She pulled me up from the chair. “Are we done,” I looked at her with puppy-dog eyes.

“We both look a mess. We need to repair the damage.” While she was getting a comb and makeup from her purse so we could comb our hair and freshen up her makeup, “Don’t worry sweetie,” she said, “I will take care of our unfinished business as soon as we have some alone time together.”

Jane did give me one more toe-curling soul kiss in the bathroom, as I was getting ready to comb my hair.

My mother was waiting when we came out of the bathroom. Jane locked up the library and walked me to my mother’s car.