Dansett House 05 - The Librarian...

Maria had been a librarian for most of her working life. It was something that she felt she was born to do. She loved books, everything about them. From their authors, to the way in which early books were actually physically made and bound.

She had worked for several major museums around the world before she had decided that she would like to be in charge of an entire collection, rather than just working on small fragments of other people's libraries. She had posted a very specific advert in one of the specialist book collector monthly publications, and was pleasantly surprised when Lord Dansett had replied to her, in his own hand no less, concerning possible long term employment.

She was just thirty eight when he had taken her on - young for such a prestigious position. She remained self employed, and so didn't benefit from all of the perks that the house staff enjoyed, but that was ok with her. She did still have to sign a non- disclosure agreement concerning her work though, and as Christopher Dansett was a stickler for rules, she did have to agree to the general rules of the house too. Getting used to that was a little strange to start with, but she soon got used to it.

Last month Maria had turned forty, and even though she had no one 'special' to share the occasion with, Christopher had made sure that it was a day she would remember. She had never looked at the library ladder in the same way since. She was presently sat in the middle of her realm of books at the great old oak desk that had been here for several hundred years. A large hand illustrated tome lay open before her which she was studying carefully through the lens of an angle poise magnifier lamp. The phone beside her rang quietly. She picked it up and looked at the small screen. It was Christopher himself.

'Good morning Maria, I hope you are well?' came his soft warm tone. She hesitated, trying to get the memory of last month out of her mind.

'Yes thank you, what can I do for you today?' she asked calmly.

'I have been informed that the book we spoke of from the Bueller collection has arrived. Would you be kind enough to ensure that it is taken care of? The car is at your disposal, and Kyle is free for the rest of the day anyway. It'll be a lovely drive on a sunny day like this.'

She looked out of the great stone mullioned window across towards the lake. It was indeed a beautiful day, and it would be nice to get some fresh air for a few hours.

'Certainly, no problem, it will be nice to get out for a little while.' She replied. She switched off the lamp and dialled Kyle from the intercom system.

'Hello Kyle, I have been tasked with going into town to collect a book for Christopher, and I am told that you and the car are free for the rest of the day?'

'That's no problem, I just need ten minutes to have a shower and I'll be ready to go. Casual ok?'

'Yeah, sure, nothing fancy required for this. I'll meet you at the back in half an hour ok?'

She turned the intercom off, and then proceeded to her own apartment upstairs in one of the converted attics. She thought that she ought to dress a little more smartly bearing in mind where she was going. After twenty minutes she was ready. It was still warm outside, so she wore a pale green silk blouse with a neat black leather skirt that made her look very classy, but would still be cool. She admired her still trim figure in the mirror as she closed the door and headed down to the rear courtyard.

'Nice shoes.' Complimented Kyle as she stepped out onto the flagstones. She smiled at the comment as he opened the rear door of the Bentley for her. The dark green leather heels were a stark contrast against the deep cream carpet inside. She had left her long blonde hair down today, and she felt a little bit like a famous filmstar being driven around in such luxury. She thought that she should be used to it by now, but the novelty just didn't seem to wear off. Kyle obviously didn't really know what casual meant, as he was dressed in slick black trousers and a nice soft cream shirt that still looked very smart to her. The only surrender to casual was the open neck of the shirt. His leather shoes shone as if brand new.

After an hour or so, bathed in the plush interior, Maria fell asleep as the car glided along the country lanes silently.

Gently Kyle nudged her shoulder. She awoke with a slight start.

'We're here sleepy head.' He smiled. He helped her out of the car, and returned to the driver's seat for a rest himself. Maybe he would have time for a nap too.

The door closing woke him. He glanced round at Maria.

'Sorry about the wait, I was rather longer than I expected to be.' She said apologetically.

Kyle looked at his watch, he had been napping for almost two hours. 'No problem, we all have to sleep sometime.' He joked.

Maria was still engrossed in the book that she had collected, and seemed glued to the pages.

'Take the long way back will you Kyle, it's such a gorgeous day.'

For another hour or so, Maria was entranced by the contents of the ancient book across her lap. Kyle glanced at her every now and then in the mirror, noticing that she was sometimes playing with her hair, or gently biting her lip with concentration. He found these little nuances of her character rather cute. It didn't even occur to him that she was at least five years older than himself.

Maria was starting to feel a little bit warm - surely the weather wasn't all to blame? She was also starting to feel just a little bit horny. Christopher hadn't mentioned which book she would be collecting today, just that it was one they had talked about previously. Now she was halfway through it, she understood why he had omitted to say. She usually played by the rules of the house, and today she was behaving herself by not wearing any knickers under the leather skirt. She had already been punished before for being caught wearing them.

She idly played with her nipple through the flimsy silk of the blouse. She wasn't even aware that she was doing it, but Kyle was enjoying the view in the mirror.

She could feel herself beginning to become more excited as she turned the pages slowly. After a few more miles, she looked up towards Kyle;

'Is it convenient to stop anywhere soon? I think I need to spread - ermm, I mean stretch my legs.' She blushed a deep crimson at what she had just said.

Kyle smiled warmly at her in the mirror.

'I think you were right the first time. I think there is a picnic spot along here soon. Will that do?'

Maria was still a little horrified at what she had said, and was still blushing, although a little less so now.

'Yes, that will be fine, thanks.' She wound the window down a little to get some fresh air, in the hope that it would take the redness from her face.

Within five minutes, the car had rolled to a silent halt in a small area of a wood that was set up as a picnic area. As it was the middle of the week, there was no-one around, and the only sounds were those of the local wildlife around the car. Kyle looked at Maria in the mirror, she seemed to have calmed herself a little more now. He got out, and walked a little to stretch his own legs. He ambled around to her side of the car, and opened the door.

'Thought you wanted to stretch those lovely legs?' he said.

'Hmmmm, I thought so too.' She replied hesitantly. 'But the more I think about it, the more I think I was right the first time too.' She looked him in the eye, slightly embarrassed, and a little naughtily all at the same time. 'Maybe you should join me in here?' she teased while patting the seat beside her. Without thinking, her left hand moved up to her breast, and she again stroked at her stiffening nipple through the shiny silk.

Kyle looked at her anew. Wow she was looking sexy. Those heels, that skirt and that blouse were certainly a winning combination in his eyes. He couldn't help himself - he was only human. He sat down beside her, and rested his hand on her thigh. She didn't flinch at all. She slid the book onto the empty seat the other side of her, and then took his hand by the wrist, guiding it between her legs, under the short black leather shirt, and upwards. He looked deep into her eyes. She was certainly excited over something he thought as he ran his fingers up and down her wetness. With a slight start, her breath caught in her throat as he pushed a finger into her. Slowly her eyes closed as he began to pleasure her. As she relaxed, her legs parted a little more. He continued to work his magic. Maria was now fully enjoying the tingling sensations that surged through her with each deft stroke from Kyle. She moaned as he thrust another finger into her.

Both of her hands were busy now pinching and toying with her nipples as she squeezed her breasts forcefully, her head now fully resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed. Her pants and moans wafted out from the car and across the small opening in the woods, mingling with the birdsong outside.

After what seemed like another hour, but was in fact no more than fifteen minutes, Maria's eyes opened and she almost screamed as her orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave that she had not seen approaching. Kyle did not relent, and after a few more seconds the force was doubled by yet another wave. Her mouth opened, but no sound came forth. She struggled to breathe at all, and all she could see were stars before her eyes. It seemed like forever until she could inhale again. She took deep gulps of air to refill her lungs as the feelings receded. She felt totally spent. Finally, with her legs still spread slightly, and with a sheen of sweat upon her forehead, Maria looked down. Her immaculate silk blouse was now marked by a river of sweat between her breasts and felt damp all over. Kyle's hand was once again resting on her thigh. She unbuttoned the blouse all the way to her navel, exposing herself to Kyle's full view and wafting the silk to move some air.

'Oh wow, I really needed that.' She whispered between pants.

'My pleasure entirely.' Replied Kyle, his smile still lighting up the car. 'Good book I guess?' he enquired.

She slid it back onto her lap, and showed him the old battered leather cover. She smiled and said; 'You won't recognise the language, but it's an ancient handmade copy of the Karma Sutra. With all the illustrations.'

She looked at him with a playful grin, and a twinkle in her eye.

'Several night's bedtime reading here I think, what are you doing this evening Kyle?'