I hadn’t been into a library since I don’t know how long: school definitely, but not while at University; and not while I was working, although I did have responsibility for some of our documentation, manuals etc at one time. When I’d taken over the job the section was using the High Efficiency Access Protocol method of managing the manuals. Initially my team were annoyed when I said this had to stop, but they soon overcame that when they saw the librarian I hired to put everything in order, but that is another story.
My ex had put the library idea into my head as a way of saving money. While money hadn’t been an issue for me while I was working, it had been something between us and unfortunately had led to us breaking up, or more accurately, Suzanne dumping me. That sounds a bit harsh, but we are still friends, although no longer see each other as I moved interstate with work.
Having now retired and having free time and also being in more reduced circumstances as they say, making use of the free library service to look for books certainly made sense. It had been with some hesitation that I had gone into the local library, I wasn’t sure of what to do and my natural shyness and timidity was to the fore.
That was when I saw her. Wow, talk about drop dead gorgeous. I had never thought how sexy a librarian could be and now, well, my brain just spun off into fantasy land. I knew better than to stare and no way was I brave enough to approach her, but luckily there was a brochure on library services which I quickly picked up and shuffled off to one of the reading nooks. I don’t think she saw me and I am sure she would not have paid me any attention, other than professional courtesy should I have been in need. I don’t mind being invisible, it does have its advantages that I try and carefully exploit.
Naturally I did try and pick a location from which I could observe her. It did make me feel like a bit of a pervert, but I did my best to keep my eyes down and only occasionally glanced her way a few times, although it was hard to keep track of her as she moved about the shelves and things, so really I wasn’t looking at her at all and instead concentrated on the brochure.
Well, when I say I didn’t look at her, that’s not entirely true. I just looked at her feet and shoes, no higher than her lovely ankles though. I am pretty sure she would not have noticed me looking at her feet. I hope she didn’t.
I had had the brochure for about half an hour and was beginning to feel even more self-conscious and guilty of indulging my voyeuristic tendencies. The brochure described a range of services, I could even order books. There was also an adult section that had me intrigued. All I had to do was register and get my library card. I wondered if I could just do that online?
So I thought that was it, but when I stood up I saw that the gorgeous woman was behind the counter. This was my chance.
“Eh, ... excuse me, Miss...” She looked up at me, a smile on her beautiful red lips. I blushed and promptly forgot what I was about to say.
“How can I help you?”
“Um, I was wondering if I might be allowed to join.” No sooner had I said that I realised how stupid it must have sounded.
“Of course you can join,” her reply was immediate and she bent to get a form from under the counter, giving me a lovely view of her cleavage and delicate lace of her bra. Straightening back up she must have seen the look on my face, a look as if I’d died and gone to heaven. She smiled and said “You’ll have to pass our strict medical and the membership is a thousand dollars, payable to me.” I looked at her in confusion. She laughed “Only joking.”
“Oh.” I felt rather stupid and then immediately aroused, I had been so easily tricked by this beautiful woman. How delightful. I felt like giving her a thousand dollars there and then. If only I had that kind of money. Quickly regaining my composure I smiled and said I was in good health, which was true, but could I pay in instalments?
“Of course, Sir, I am sure we can work something out, we have books on budgeting.”
I wanted to say it’s work I needed, but instead slipped back into the mundane. “I gather there is a form to fill in, Miss?” Well she had called me Sir so I figured I was safe to call her Miss. It was then that I noticed a badge that said KATE, so I smiled and corrected myself by adding “Miss Kate.” This produced a reaction I wasn’t expecting, this very sexy librarian blushed.
Miss Kate pushed the form across to me and handed me a pen, as she did so, her fingers touched mine. I almost thought she was going to apologise, but instead she indicated where on the form I needed to fill in, her voice having husky tone to it. “Thank you, Miss Kate; I will attend to it straight away.” She looked directly at me, but it was my turn to blush and I looked away. “Just bring it back to me when you’re done, and I will check it.”
The form was easy enough. Hoping to impress Miss Kate I used the French spelling of my name. I took the form back and handed it over expectantly. Miss Kate took it from me and looked over it carefully, more carefully than I expected.
“I see you’ve ticked an interest in Adult Erotica. I’m afraid you’ll have to show proof of age.”
“What?” I blustered. “I’m over sixty, eh ...” suddenly age conscious I shut up.
“I know these rules are a bit onerous, but the system requires it and I can’t over ride the computer.”
I could see she was as put out as me by such things and I started to feel bad for having made an issue. “I’m sorry, it’s no trouble” as I fished out some ID, finally finding one that was acceptable. It was then that she noted that the spelling of my first name was different.
“Oh dear, you’re not really a ‘Marc’ but just a plain ‘Mark’” Miss Kate gave me a quizzical look and smiled. “We can let the computer sort that out, it has a way of dealing with mixed names.” At that the business seemed to be done and she went on to generate my library card.
The machine went click a clack and produced my card. Miss Kate picked it up, had a quick look and said “Oh no, it’s gone and made the wrong selection for your name.” She showed it to me. “It will mean doing it all again and then there will be an issue because you are already registered and that requires...”
“It’s alright, Miss, I can live with this, I’ve been called worse.” I gave her my best smile, hoping to reassure her that it was okay.
“Well,” Miss Kate started coyly. ”If it is alright with you Marcia, then Marcia it is.”
