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The
New Librarian Arrives
I waited
until the taxi had disappeared completely
from sight before turning to face the
gate. There weren't any signs on the gate
or fence to say I was at the right place,
but the taxi driver assured me this was
the entrance to the College. A small
wooden sentry booth just inside the gate
was the only building to be seen, and it
appeared to be deserted. Nervously, I
walked up to it and looked inside, hoping
to find a security guard or someone who
could tell me I was at the right place.
There was no one but sitting on a small
metal desk inside the sentry booth was a
small bundle of brochures for the college:
an untidy handwritten note beside which
read "
Please Take
One
."
I
slipped one of the brochures out from
under the elastic band that secured the
bundle and glanced over it. It was the
same brochure I already had, intended to
be taken by curious passers-by. Not that I
could imagine anybody just walking by. The
college was located a mere four miles from
the town center but being at the end of a
long, isolated forested road, it felt like
it was many more than that. I flipped
through the brochure's pages a couple of
times but as far as I could see, there
weren't any directions to say whether I
should undress now or continue up to the
college and introduce myself first.
Deciding I wanted to make a good
impression on first day of my new job as
Librarian, I put down my suitcase and
removed all my clothes.
One by
one I stacked all my clothes into a neat
pile on the metal desk inside the sentry
booth. Even though there was nobody around
to see me, it still gave me a chill of
excitement to divest the last of my
clothing and be completely naked outdoors.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for
a second while I contemplated what lay
ahead for me. I'd been naked numerous
times at the last library I'd worked at,
but that was different. Nobody except the
building maintenance man had ever seen me
naked at work there. Here EVERYBODY would
see me and as much as I'd fantasized about
such a thing, I still wasn't sure how I'd
cope with the embarrassment of it.
Bravely, I picked up my suitcase and
started walking away from my clothes and
the small, unmanned sentry booth.
The path
wended its way through a long arcade of
pine trees. Dappled light filtering
through the canopy created shadows in the
woods. The occasional rustle of movement
in the dry leaves and twigs on the ground
made my heart skip a beat and hastened my
pace. I wondered whether or not anybody
was watching me. It was probably only the
movement of small animals scurrying to
hide from me, but there was still that
uncertainty that maybe it was somebody
from the college hiding in the woods. It
occurred to me that I really didn't really
know anything at all about the
Headmistress or anybody else for that
matter. Could I be walking into a trap?
Just
thinking about the word "trap" made my
skin prickle with goose bumps and sent a
shiver of apprehensive excitement racing
up my spine. It spread out across my
shoulders and enveloped me in a familiar
cloak of pleasure, brushing sensuously
over my taut nipples and luxuriating
between my legs. I tried to shake the
feeling but each quick, light step I took
tightened the grip of my arousal.
The
tree-lined path turned a corner and
suddenly I was walking out into the open.
I paused for a moment, looked at all of
the buildings now in front of me, and
guessed the large, rambling old stone
building in the center to be the main
administration block. I became aware of
the sounds of voices. Giggling,
high-pitched girls voices somewhere up in
the building beside the main
administration building. I could feel
myself starting to burn up with a blushing
embarrassment and knew there was no
turning back now. I glanced up at the
austere building right in front of my and
caught a glimpse of somebody looking down
at me through one of the lead lined glass
panel windows.
I
quickly looked down again at the path
leading up to the main entrance of the
building. For a moment I felt rooted to
the ground and I had to take a few deep
breaths before I could unstick my feet and
move again. The sensations of my bare feet
on the cold stone of the path made me
acutely aware of how completely naked I
was.
Inside
the huge oak doors I found myself in a
cloistered entry area through which was a
cavernous, oval shaped room. A broad,
sweeping staircase led up to a balcony
above. It felt cold inside after the heat
of the sun's rays outside and I dropped my
suitcase for a moment while I rubbed my
bare skin warm again. I didn't want to
touch my nipples but I had to try and make
myself look relaxed and self-assured
before anybody saw me. As much as I rubbed
them, they refused to stop tingling and
standing stiffly erect on my
breasts.
"Stop
it!" I said to myself, cursing my nipples
for misbehaving and betraying my arousal.
I clamped my thighs together and cursed
the heat rising up from my loins. The
words "stop it!" were again loud and clear
in my head but the only sound out of my
mouth was a soft moan. I cupped each
fleshy mound of breast in my warm hands
and squeezed tightly to pull the skin up
towards my nipples. I twisted them and
hoped the warmth and mild burning
sensation of my grip might leave them
looking soft and relaxed. It didn't.
Worse, it left them looking even more red
and flushed with arousal.
"Hello!"
The
bright, chirpy sound of a pair of voices
speaking in unison behind suddenly
startled me. Instantly, I clamped one arm
across my breasts and the other hand over
my mound before turning. My neck and ears
burned hotly and I felt an expression of
guilt set like stone across my blushing
face.
"Hello!"
the pair said again.
"I'm
Lucinda..."
"...and
I'm Shane..."
I looked
from one to the other and back again,
refusing to release the defensive grip I
had on myself to shake their extended
hands. I nodded an acknowledgement and
tried to introduce myself, but the words
failed to materialize.
"What
classes are you here for?" the girl
asked.
"She
looks a bit old to be a student!" the boy
interrupted before I had a chance to say a
word. I wanted to give him a stern look
for being so impertinent but quickly
looked back to the girl when I realized he
was leering hungrily at me.
"Um, I'm
not..." I started to speak to the girl but
choked on my words when I saw that she
also was looking at me in a peculiar way.
I looked back to the boy, then to her
again before casting my eyes down to find
a spot on the floor I could focus
comfortably on. "Um... I'm here to see the
Headmistress..."
"Is she
expecting you? She doesn't see anybody
she's not expecting, you know."
The
boy's words were quickly echoed in the
same rapid-fire speech by the girl.
"She..."
I tried to speak but again they
interrupted, assaulting me with eager
questions asking who I was and why I
wanted to see the Headmistress.
"Lucinda! Shane! Leave the
new librarian alone!"
A
woman's voice, firm and commanding sounded
from above.
"Sorry
Headmistress," the boy said
sheepishly.
"Sorry
Headmistress," the girl echoed.
They
both immediately hung their heads and put
their hands behind their backs.
"Go on,
off you go! Shoo!" the voice above rang
down.
I looked
up and tried to see the Headmistress. The
girl and the boy quickly vanished out of
the building leaving me alone in the
cavernous room.
"Are you
looking up my dress, girl?"
It felt
like my heart actually stopped beating for
a second as I realized what she thought I
was doing. I hadn't seen anything. Just a
shadowy glimpse of a darkly dressed figure
standing directly above.
"No..."
I finally managed to stutter.
"No?"
the voice above asked.
I almost
looked up again but caught myself in time.
"No, um, I'm..."
"Yes, I
know who you are. Come upstairs so I can
get a better look at you. You can leave
your things down there. One of the
students will take it to your room for
you."
I didn't
want to leave my suitcase unattended and
especially didn't want to think about how
embarrassed I'd be if any of the students
saw what was in it. Reluctantly, I left my
suitcase where it was and walked across
the parquetry floor towards the grand,
sweeping staircase. My pulse raced as I
padded softly up the threadbare carpet
stairs. I could feel my buttocks and
breasts jiggling with every step I took
and sensed the Headmistress watching from
the balcony overlooking behind me.
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