Visiting the Library, on a Hot Day

A warm day, and I needed to get a particular book from a library in the city. Travelling in on the northern line, I had dressed very casually, as it wasn't a formal event, I just needed to get a specific textbook on accountancy.

Needing to feel comfortable I'd put on a pair of plain brushed cotton knickers, they were old and had frayed a bit around the leg, but they were really comfortable. There was a small tear at the seam of the gusset where it joined the seat, and a worn patch that was becoming a hole, up towards the hip at the back. The russet colour had faded a bit as well, but they fitted snugly and had the advantage of being heavy and absorbent.

Paired with a taupe cotton bra which was embellished with cream lace. I had a beige frilly mini slip underneath a cheesecloth sienna coloured 'A' line skirt, which was just above my knees. It was long enough to cover a bruise on the back of my thigh, that I'd picked up out in the garden shed a few days before. I'd put on a chestnut brown 'V' necked tee shirt, with short, ruffled puff sleeves, and I wore a pair of House of Bruar suede loafers, extremely soft and comfortable for long walks.

Carrying a shoulder pack and a handbag. I set the alarm, locked the house, and set off for the station to start my journey into the city. Daddy was at work, and wouldn't be home until late, so I had plenty of time. However, I didn't particularly want to get caught up in the rush hour on the way home, which, when on the Northern line can be a bit of a nightmare in the city centre.

Taking a steady 25 minute walk to Golders Green tube station, I got onto the train just after 11:00am, and, arrived at Bank, just after 11:50am, close to the library I wanted to use. I was a bit careless in the way I sat on the seat, attracting the usual male attention, even though my clothing was a bit threadbare and scruffy. It was very warm and stuffy, and I looked forward to arriving and getting out into the open air, as I headed towards Gresham Street.

Strolling casually through the station complex and out into the city, my walk took around 10 minutes, I arrived at the library and stepped in out of the bright sunlight, pausing in the lobby until my eyes adjusted to the interior lighting. Heading to the librarian's desk, I passed a very good-looking man, who was sitting at one of the reading chairs, with another man, who seemed to be his friend. They looked up as I went by, but I didn't really take very much notice of them.

Leaning forwards over the counter, I asked the librarian if they had a copy of the book I wanted. My skirt hem rose behind me, showing the back of my thighs. She smiled and checked the catalogue, and took a card, writing the location down, and then confirmed to me where it was.

"I'm afraid it's up on the top floor, miss, row K, section 31."

"Many thanks."

I took the card and looked around for the stairs, which were towards the back of the lobby. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the man had risen to his feet and had been listening to our conversation. As I made for the stairs, he sauntered along behind me, his friend trailing after him, not making any secret of the fact that they were following me.

He was tall, easily 6', straight light brown hair with flecks of silver at his temples, late 30's perhaps early 40's, lean and well built. He had a style about him that was instantly attractive, fresh skin, smouldering brown eyes, firm jaw, and nice hands. Dressed in a smart dark grey suit, but with an open necked light blue shirt. Laced black shoes, he looked every bit the suave sophisticated man about town. His friend was younger, about 28 to 30, a slightly heavier build, lighter hair, cut short, blue eyes. With an easy way about him. Dressed in chino's, with a light cotton shirt. They both had a determined look and didn't try to hide their interest in me.

Looking back towards him as I approached the foot of the stairs, he smiled warmly at me and raised his eyebrows almost in an unspoken question. I returned the smile, indicating that I had an understanding of his meaning, and gave an almost imperceptible nod of acceptance as I stepped up to the foot of the stairs.

Incredibly bored, and feeling restless because of the warmth of the day, and the mundane nature of the book I was looking for. I decided to have a little fun with him and his colleague on the way up to the floor where the book was. I knew instinctively that both wanted to catch a look up my skirts at my bottom. It happens all the time, it's part of being a girl, men can't help themselves, and if I'm honest, I like it. So, I prepared to satisfy their curiosity, as well as fulfilling my need to exhibit myself, tatty knickers or not.

Slowing my pace, I paused at the second tread of the first flight of stairs and glanced back. He was slowly following along behind me, making it quite obvious that he was attracted to me. He smiled as he and his companion approached, knowing that if I went up the stairs, they would be directly below me. Turning quickly, I allowed my skirt and slip to balloon out with my movements filling them with air, knowing that they both got a good clear view.

Taking the next few treads quickly, I sensed them both behind me, glancing round he was at the bottom of the stairs, matching my step, and as my skirt billowed outwards with each striding movement, he had a good view of my legs, and frayed panties, stretched over my round bottom. I knew that as I lifted my foot to take the next stair, I exposed my gusset to his view, plump, juicy and full, the tattered legs of my panties drawing his gaze and piquing his interest.

At the landing, I stopped and waited while two ladies came down from the floor above, they smiled at me as I let them pass. Standing at the turn of the banister with one foot up on the next tread, facing towards him as he slowly came up to the landing. Both men had a full-frontal view of my knickers, and the swell of my pubic mound as I leaned forward causing it to strain against the thin material of the panties. Oddly, I began to feel aroused, experiencing that tell tale flutter, the tickle that gives me away.

Feeling excited, I slowed my pace, swinging my hips slightly more than usual. They stopped and stared as I went up the flight in front of them. I was so turned on by their attention, I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. My mouth went dry, as I imagined what might happen to me if they actually caught up. The images of being taken, dominated and having no control of my body in their hands filled me with a longing that I find almost impossible to describe.

Arriving at the top floor, and walking to row K, I turned to look back as I went into the aisle. He was at the top of the stairs and heading slowly but determinedly toward me, his friend close behind him. I went along the shelves until I found section 31, and the book I was looking for. It was quiet behind me, and I took stock of my surroundings. The shelves went around the end of the row, as each alternate row on the floor had a window, this was one that didn't. In the middle of the aisle was a long table with chairs and reading lights. I browsed along the shelves until I was by the corners at the end of the row, taking interest in some of the other books.

Hearing a sound behind me, I turned and saw him framed in the entrance to the row, he put his index finger to his lips in a gesture to be quiet. Turning away, he carefully checked that there was nobody else up on the floor with us. His partner took a position at the entrance to the row, watching to see if anyone might come along. It was the quiet part of the day, when most patrons had gone back to work after the lunch break, and apart from a low murmur of voices from downstairs it was almost silent. We were alone, and unlikely to be interrupted.

Slowly deliberately he moved towards me. I felt a chill up my spine, but a thrill of excitement in my stomach. I knew I smelled warm and musky, with my perspiration fresh on my clean skin. I saw his nostrils flare as he closed with me, and I found myself with my back pressed against the internal corner of the bookshelves. The intention was clearly discernible on his face, and in his expression, he was going to have me, there and then. My mood changed, becoming more eager when he leaned against me, already turned on, I felt the quick rise of hunger within myself, I wanted him as well and I wanted him badly.

He took my hands firmly and placed them on the shelves either side of me, above my shoulders. I had thought he'd swing me around to the table and lay me over it, but he lifted me slightly until I held myself on my forearms. Reaching down he took my bottom in his hands and lifted me until I was able to cross my legs at the ankles, taking them under his arm, he rested them to one side of his waist on his hip. My skirt and slip bunched up around my waist at the front, and hung down over my bottom at the back, limiting my view below me.

Holding me against the bookcase with his hips, I felt him unbuckle his belt, and the buzzing rasp of his zip going down. His trousers and pants fell to his knees, as he reached under me, pulling my knickers halfway down my thighs, until they were almost around my knees. I heard a slight tearing sound as the worn patch gave way. I tried to see what he had, but my skirts got in the way.

Lifting me up a bit more, he hooked his arm under my knees, hoisting my ankles onto his shoulder. Pulling my vulva apart, he held his shaft, and wiggling the tip, inserted it into between my vaginal lips. I was extremely excited and spurted thin streams of natural lubricants from my bartholins glands over his hand, as he pushed himself inside me. Slowly he sank in as deep as he could, taking his time, making sure I felt every inch. With a wink, he smiled triumphantly and began to thrust, fast, and faster still. Holding myself with my forearms on the shelves, and gripping my ankles and calves together, I felt every movement, my god, it was wonderful. The suddenness of his intrusion, the feeling of him pushing up inside me, and the tingling as he passed under my pubic bone, into the furthest reaches of my vaginal canal.

I was wet, so was he, and our fluids spilled liberally onto the linoleum covered floor, making a bit of a puddle. The bookshelves being solid and fixed securely to the wall, didn't make much noise, but to me it sounded so loud I was certain that somebody would come up to find out what was happening. He didn't try to kiss me, he just pounded away, his scrotum slapping against my bum, and his belly rubbing over my pubis. I was breathing so hard that I could barely hear the wet squelching coming from my labia, or the hollow knocking sound as his pubic bone rammed into mine.

I arched my back as much as I could and tried to roll my hips to give him better access. Holding myself on the shelves by my forearms, placed me in a stressful position, and consequentially my tummy muscles tensed. It made him feel quite big, and I wanted to moan, but he shook his head, his eyes burning into mine. Burying his head into my shoulder, allowed me to catch a quick view of his friend standing guard at the entrance to the aisle.

The excitement of the moment, the forbidden nature of what we were doing, and where we were doing it, added with the risk of getting caught. The taboo atmosphere added to the quickness of his reaching a climax. Slowing, he began to shudder as his penis swelled inside me. With a grunt, he came, ejaculating deep in my upper vaginal canal. His hot semen flowing back down his shaft and out of my labia, over my perineum and bottom. Dripping onto the floor beneath me. It felt good, and I enjoyed the sensation, but I didn't actually orgasm, it was just a nice warm feeling. Satisfying, but mild, a series of warm waves as my body relaxed in his arms.

Releasing my legs, he held my waist until my feet touched the floor. Stepping back, he smiled as I leaned there, my back against the shelving, my chest heaving, my knickers around my knees. Tucking his penis way, I only caught the merest glimpse of it, I saw it wasn't overly big, but had been big enough. I stood there, dripping heavily, the warm fluids running down the inside of my thighs.

I had tacitly consented to our liaison, my nod of recognition to him at the bottom of the stairs had been interpreted as I had intended. Entering into the anonymous casual carnality of our union. It was what I'd wanted, and had satisfied a need in me, which had been accentuated by the feel of my clothing and the warm sultry day. However, what came next was outside my expectations, although it was even more exciting, it wasn't something that I'd really thought would happen.

He pulled his trousers up, zipping himself closed, and fastening his belt, before turning and beckoning his friend. They changed places, I was amazed at the first man's ability to walk without any difficulty to the end of the bookcases. Usually, the more mature men, take a little time to recover from their efforts. I was still rubbery kneed from the vigorous pounding he'd given me. So, I didn't resist when his friend came close to me. He kissed me, firm and hard, his lips exciting me, with their fleshy tenderness, transmitting his urgency and determination to mine.

Taking my shoulders, he spun me around, and guided me towards the reading table, pushing me forwards onto the surface. Lifting my skirt and slip, over my hips, he pulled my knickers down the rest of the way from my knees, to my ankles, and over one foot. Placing his hand on the small of my back, he pressed me down until my belly was flat against the table. Hearing him undo his pants, I prepared myself to take another penis. I was still wet and slippery from the first one, his warm semen oozing out from my genitals.

Feeling his hands move to my waist, and under my tee shirt, lifting it, and stroking along my ribs. Flipping my bra up, his hands closed around my boobs, and his fingers flicked my springy nipples, he moved his groin close to my bum. It was almost like an electric shock as his penis touched my engorged vaginal lips. He entered smoothly, and I realised why he had chosen to go second. He was considerably bigger than his friend, it felt as though I was being stretched beyond my limits, and he took his time pushing himself into me. With my belly flat against the table, it felt as though his tip was reaching up behind my navel (physically impossible I know, but that's what it felt like).

Thrusting deep into me, massaging my breasts in time to his pelvic rhythm, he brought me up quickly. The sensation of being warm, and full was so comforting even though he was strong and assertive in his movements. I began to pant noisily, the table creaking and groaning under us. Making small sounds of delight at his efforts, it was absolutely fantastic, clearly, he knew how to satisfy a girl.

"Mmmm, mmmmm, ooooh, mmmm, eeeesh, oooh, eeeeesh, oohwwwwmmmmm."

I noticed that my hot breath was fogging a patch on the polished tabletop, expanding, and contracting in time with my breathing. His belly slapping into my buttocks, with a sharp firmness as though he was clapping his hands. His powerful movements were such that the flesh on my hips and flanks, rippled and quivered with each inward thrust. Feeling the rough edge of his zipper against my inner legs, also accompanied by the cold metal of his belt buckle, tapping on the inside of my thighs, I began to build up tension in my tummy, as his large penis worked away inside me like a piston.

Raising my head, I could see the first man, chuckling as he saw the expression on my face. I couldn't make much of a sound anyway but as I took a breath in preparation to squeal. His friend took one hand off my tits and reached up around my face, clamping his hand over my mouth. My breath hissed out between his fingers, but all I could manage was a low moan, deep in my upper chest.

"Hooooooohmmm."

Pulling my head back, the second man launched a vigorous fusillade of pelvic thrusts deep into my crotch. His helmet passing under my g-spot so quickly that I couldn't help myself and literally surrendered to the intense pounding he was giving me.

It seemed as though he was never going to stop, (I didn't actually want him to, wishing it would go on forever) and my whole body seemed to be tingling and throbbing to each and every stroke. He was firm, and a bit rough, but not violent and it was just what I'd been unconsciously yearning for all morning. Sometimes I really enjoy being taken roughly, almost by force, this was no exception. I lost track of time, and awareness of my surroundings, I could see the first man, watching us, every now and again checking the landing to make sure nobody was coming.

Unable to help myself, my body having become completely compliant, and into the natural automatic reaction, I orgasmed, strong, powerful, like a fireball coursing through my body. No matter how tightly he was holding my mouth, I squealed, the noise sounding extremely loud in the confines of the bookshelves. The sensation wash almost unbearable, and unfortunately, I squirted back towards his groin, soaking the front of his chinos.

"Ahhhhhhhhoooooh."

Unconcerned, he continued to thunder into me, having his way with me through the contractions of my vagina, as it gripped his penis. He slowed a little, beginning to shudder and convulse, pushing his shaft into me as hard as he could, he jerked, and swelled, reaching ejaculation, pumping a huge pulse of semen inside me, bathing my vault and cervix in the hot thick output. Followed by several more profuse bursts of his ejaculate, which began to flow back down the outside of his shaft, and slowly seep out of me, to join the wetness already present on the inside of my upper shanks.

Briefly collapsing across me, his hairy belly, pressed against my upturned bottom, he twitched and grunted as he continued to exude his fluid of life into me. He was pushed in as far as he could, and it felt quite uncomfortable as he stretched me out. Slowly as he relaxed, he pulled out of me. The tip of his penis, dragging down the soft flesh at the back of my legs, with the resultant gush of liquid as my dilated labia opened and allowed our juices to trickle out.

He was laughing gently to himself, while I lay flat across the table, almost unconscious and my feet barely touching the floor. I was covered in perspiration, and my tummy, bare where he'd pulled my tee shirt up, was stuck to the shiny top of the reading table. I could feel the heavy semen from both him and the first man, together with my vaginal fluids, oozing from my vagina, over my labia and clitoris, then down the inside of my upper thighs.

Walking from behind me, he paused briefly and allowed me to see his cock. It was thickish and quite long, but not as big as I'd thought it to be (I've had bigger). Although, it certainly felt like a bit of a monster, definitely larger than the first one. He smirked at me as he stroked it, pulling it forwards, then sliding his hand down to his base. I could almost tell what he was thinking, something along the lines of, 'that's right girl, you've taken all of this, taken it well, and I'm the one who gave it to you.'

As he put himself away, and pulled his pants up, he beckoned to his colleague, urging him to come behind me and have a look. As he did so, the second man walked back to the end of the row to take up the watch once more. For a moment, I thought the original fellow was going to try me again, but he had other ideas. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath as he saw the viscous syrupy greyish white semen slowly exuded in a heavy rolling flow. Then, his hands on my bottom, he pulled my vulva and labia apart. Bending close, he licked me, lapping up the combination of all three of our body fluids. The slurping sound was exciting in its way, but although I like men giving me oral (I prefer that to be done by other girls), it's always been before, as part of foreplay, not after, so this was a new experience.

Feeling his tongue fluttering across my perineal skin, over my labia and my erect sensitive little pink pearl, was heavenly, and I shuddered as I had a milder follow-on orgasm, ejecting a small amount of sweet whitish vaginal fluid, which he consumed greedily. Slowly standing up from me, he paused, and as a final gesture pressed his lips on the right cheek of my buttocks, and bit me, it hurt a bit, and I knew I was going to mark there.

Leaving me, he joined his younger friend at the entrance of the row, punching him lightly on his shoulder. They checked both ways, before looking back at me, smiling and waving goodbye. I wanted to call out, 'you bastards' but I couldn't summon the strength. Then, they were gone, laughing as they went, leaving me splayed over the table, my skirt and slip up over my hips, my torn knickers in a soft bundle around my right ankle. Not a single word was said between us during our frantic time together.

Eyes glazed, I tried to recover my breath, waiting for my heart rate to ease down to a reasonably normal level. All the time, anxious that someone might come along innocently and find me like that. My legs felt like jelly, and my knees were trembling as I kept undergoing follow on's but gradually began to regain some semblance of strength.

Lifting my body from the tabletop enduring the feeling of my skin ungluing itself from the shiny surface. I bent down and put my left foot into the leg of my knickers, gently pulling them up to my mid calves. Reaching for my handbag, I took out a few wet wipes using them on my legs and crotch, to mop up the remaining mess there. Carefully drawing the tattered remnants of my panties up and over my bum, I saw that the seam at the back of the gusset where it joined the seat had separated, and was gaping open, additionally the front panel had partially separated from the waist band, as well as the elastic around one of the legs, which had come adrift. Normally I carry a spare pair of panties in my bag, but I hadn't bothered when I left home that morning. After all, I was only going to the library, what on earth could happen?

One of my shoes had come off, so I had to take it from under the table and put it back on. Pulling my tee shirt up, I drew my bra down and carefully slipped my breasts back into the cups, seating them comfortably, then tucked my shirt back into my skirt's waistband. Gently shaking my skirt and slip down, I let them fall back into place. Luckily, I hadn't wet them, so no embarrassing outwardly visible damp patches. More than could be said for my panties, which felt very wet indeed. I had some tissues in my bag, so I used them to mop up the pool of liquid from the floor by the table, and the original one by the corner of the bookcases. Carefully placing the soiled paper into the bottom of my shoulder pack.

Sitting down on the chair, I noticed that I smelled noticeably warm, and musky. An odour made more apparent by the lack of movement of the warm air up there on the third floor. Sitting quietly and listening intently to be sure that nobody was coming, I folded my skirt and slip up at the front. Spraying a small amount of perfume (little black dress) on the inside of the clothes, waiting a few seconds for it to soak in, then dropped my hems down onto my knees.

After a few minutes, I felt steady enough to get up and make the trip downstairs to the librarian's station. Picking up the two books, the one I'd come there to take out, and the extra one (about valuation of residual stock value), I carefully made my way downstairs to the lobby. Holding my handbag at the front of me, so my skirts didn't rise. There was no sign of either of the two men, they must have left almost straight away.

Reaching the reception desk, glancing up at the clock, it was only around 1:00pm, I'd been upstairs for under an hour. I placed both books onto the counter and handed over my student's library card. The lady was the same one who had told me where to find the book I'd come for. She smiled sweetly and said.

"Both of these?"

"Yes please."

My voice a little shaky and quite deep, caused her to look up quizzically, before asking.

"Was everything all right miss? You found what you wanted quite easily?"

"Yes, everything was fine, I got everything I needed."

We were talking to cross purposes, but she didn't know that.

"You did't notice anything odd while you were up there, did you? Only I thought I heard a noise and what sounded like a cry?"

"No, I didn't hear anything, it took me a little time to pick the other book, and I managed to drop a few large volumes onto the floor, but I put them back properly."

She finished entering the details into her terminal and handed the books and my card back to me.

"There you are, I'm glad you got what you wanted today miss."

"Thank you, I certainly did."

Slipping them onto my shoulder pack, I walked a little unsteadily across the foyer and out through the door into the bright sunlight. Slowly walking along toward Bank tube station, I felt warm, full and utterly satiated. As I stepped on the pavement I slowly broke onto a wide smile, as I felt the benefits of my sexual liaison with the two strangers. It had been, sudden, unexpected, perhaps a little provocative on my part, slightly rough but not aggressive, and exciting because of the risk of being caught. Goodness me, it had been wonderful, exactly what I'd wanted, in fact, needed, when I made my way into the city that morning. I'd enjoyed every single second of it and would keep me going for a few days.

Arriving at the station entrance hall, I didn't think about the triple escalators and the risk of someone seeing my flesh through the tears in my underwear. I could have used the lifts, but by the time I thought about it, I was already on the treads. Fortunately, it wasn't overly busy, even though it's probably one of the busiest tube intersections in the city. Additionally, going down the escalator, people behind me couldn't look up my clothes, and the people in front of me were too busy concentrating on their descent.

Reaching the northbound platform, I didn't have to wait long for an Edgware train, and I arrived at Golders Green just under an hour later at 2:50pm. The journey was pleasant and quiet, there were a few people in the carriage, and they didn't take much notice of me. Although, I spent the trip, sitting with my knees together, holding my skirts gathered close about my legs. Occasionally shifting positions on the seat, as waves of pleasure continued to flow through me, milder each time, but enjoyable, nonetheless.

Using the lifts instead of the stairs, walking through the underpass and leaving the station, I strolled slowly home. Careful with the movement of my legs as I felt a bit tender. There was a light breeze, enough to ruffle my clothing, but not enough to lift it. Opening the front door, I felt grateful for the coolness of the air in the hallway. I put my shoulder pack down and started towards the stairs with the intention of taking a long warm relaxing shower. I paused for a few seconds as I felt a bit wobbly, and as I steadied continued to my bedroom.

Undressing, I relished the feeling of nakedness, dropping my tee shirt, skirt, slip, and bra in a heap on the floor. Taking my panties off, I examined them. Apart from the fact that they were steeped in body fluids, semen, vaginal lubricant, and perspiration, (maybe a little trace of pee as well), they were torn, quite badly. However, they were a pair that I particularly liked, so I resolved to wash them by hand, then repair them when they were dry. One thing I'd been taught at the girl's school, was how to sew, I was quite skilled at seaming, embroidery, and darning, so I knew I could make them good and wearable again.

Sometimes the wonder of sudden sexual coupling, even though it is thrilling, does come with consequences. It's messy, and the aftereffects can be both powerful and surprising. I always check to make sure I haven't been torn, or excessively bruised. There's always something, but up to now, it's never been anything serious.

Examining myself, I had some light bruising on my breasts where the second man had massaged them. My vulva and labia were a bit swollen, but no tears, or any serious long-lasting stretching. Turning to view my bottom in the mirror, I saw that the bite mark on my buttock cheek was quite prominent. It would fade in a week or so, but it did annoy me a bit, particularly as it would be below the knicker leg line of most of my panties.

I felt full, warm relaxed and so very, very satisfied, but I surprised myself by bursting into tears. I can't explain it, I was happy at the enjoyable experience, but here I was, naked, bruised with puffily swollen genitals, yet tears were streaming down my cheeks. I suppose it was the emotional release that comes with good sex, it's definitely a girl thing, my friends often admit to me that they frequently cry after sex with someone new.

I hadn't depilated for a while, and my personal hair, was matted and dark with both dried and drying semen, the light golden ginger was almost black from the concentrated and congealed fluids. Turning the shower on, I stepped in and allowed the water to rinse me clean. Standing under the fresh water, face upturned to the warm stream, my mind drifted back to the experience that afternoon. The images were prominent in my mind, as I imagined two types of sperm, swimming frantically inside me, through my cervix and up into my uterus. Competing with each other in the quest for my egg, I was thankful for the excellent contraception that I have.

Soaping and rinsing myself, I got out and towelled myself dry. Applied talc, and Peachy vulval balm, dressing in a short, but loose printed dress, with a white silk slip. I didn't bother with a bra, and decided not to put on any knickers, I was still too engorged and sensitive down there.

Going downstairs to the kitchen, I started to get a light supper ready for daddy and I. Making chicken and lettuce sandwiches, and laying out the tea tray, with cups, saucers, sugar bowl, and milk jug.

Standing by the kitchen table, brought more memories to me, and I had another fairly powerful follow on. It was like a tingling wave of electricity that streamed through me, from my feet to my cheeks, making them blush. I gripped the edge of the kitchen table, and slowly, it passed, it was remarkably good though. Fluttering inside me, warm and comforting, but unfortunately causing me to exude a small amount of fluids. Which I mopped away with a paper tissue.

Hearing the front door open, I realised Dad was home. I heard him put his briefcase down as he called out to me, his keys clinking as he put them into the tray on the hallstand.

''I'm home darling, where are you?"

"In the kitchen daddy, just making sandwiches and a nice pot of tea for us."

He came and stood in the doorway behind me, watching as I bent forwards over the kitchen table to pull the tray towards me. My dress lifted at the back exposing the silk slip, and my bare bottom.

"It's good to see you Lucy, I've been thinking about you all day."

"All good I hope?"

"Of course, darling what else would they be?"

"That's nice. Welcome home daddy."

"It's good to be here, tell me about your day, it looks as though you've been having fun."

He'd obviously seen the bite mark on my bottom, and I saw he was stiff, and almost bursting out of his trousers. I spoke, knowing the effect it would have on him.

"Well daddy, I went to the library in the city and......."