Miss Stern
By Montrose
Nothing shy and awkward about this librarian


Al lounged in the public library reading room doing just about anything to not
read up on malpractice cases. The very idea of the subject brought tears of
boredom to his eyes. Still if he could make it through law school and pass the
bar he would be a shoe-in at his father's law firm. He played at balancing his
pencil. He made little paper frogs and swans from his note paper. He admired
that tall blonde librarian as she wondered about quietly restocking the book
shelves.

Her honey blonde tresses where marshaled into a well controlled bun. Not a
strand was out of order. Her glasses perched at mid-point on her elegant nose,
not doing a good job of hiding her pale blue eyes from the world. Her broad
shoulders and high round bosom were encased up to her neck in white cotton.
From her well rounded hips down to her knees she wore a dark skirt that
restricted the length of her strides. Her long legs (in dark stockings with a
seam up the back) were capable of longer, but her skirt drew tight and stopped
her every swing. It could do nothing to stop the heart-wrenching rock of her
ass, Al noticed. He shifted his tool in his pants as he watched her
effortlessly slip a book onto the top shelf with her long arms.

Damn! He had used a step to get a book down from that height! Then he watched
her bend like a jackknife at the waist and slip another into a bottom shelf.
Her buns drew the dark skirt tight. Al groaned. The librarian turned toward
him as she lifted to stand tall and placed a single long finger across her
full red lips. Al blushed. The librarian turned back to her work, apparently
convinced that her signal had been understood and would be obeyed.

But Al was not a wall-flower. She was imposing, yes. And she was maybe 15
years older than the 21 year old Al, but she was still a woman. Al felt he
knew his way around women - and he considered himself handsome to a fault. All
he had to do was get her to feel like they had been introduced first. Ask for
a book on a high shelf? No. He didn't want to be known as a shrimp. He wasn't
short at 5 feet 11 inches. But with her 2 inch heels and long legs she was
half a head taller than him. He winced and thought some more. He looked at the
pile of books in front of him. Yes, he would just ask her for help finding
another.

He got up, brushed himself up and walked up behind the librarian. She
continued to work, ignoring him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and said
"Excuse me." He felt muscle tighten under his palm. Instinctively he withdrew
his hand.

The woman turned to face him full, looking down at him over her rectangular
reading glasses. "May I help you." She stated in a low mellow voice just over
a whisper. What should have been a question sounded more like a command. Al
got the idea that he better have a good reason for interrupting her.

He read the name tag pinned above her left breast. "Yes, Miss Stern." He said,
then smiled up into her face. She continued looking at him so steadily as to
shake his confidence. "Uh..." He stammered. She waited patiently. Perhaps she
was used to this initial reaction. Al felt his face heat up. "I was looking
for historical precedence in this state regarding... murder cases." He lied.
It sounded cooler than malpractice.

Miss Stern nodded pointedly, turned on her heals and took off with those long
strides of hers, clomp-clomping off into the distance. Al trotted to keep up.
As they went he admired the athletic grace with which she moved. The swing of
her legs was perfectly timed with the roll of her ass and shoulders. At all
times she was completely centered. Unlike himself, as he panted along behind.
And the clomp of her shoes echoed in the quiet. Apparently Miss Stern's shoes
had an exemption from the strict silence she required of others.

When she stopped suddenly he bumped into her from behind. "Oof!" He grunted as
her hard hams mashed into his stomach. "You could use brake lights!" He joked.

"Silence." She said in an off-hand way scanning a high shelf. She used the
same low, mellow tone for this command. Al fell silent. Miss Stern bent over,
straight-legged, looking on lower shelves.

Al ventured a hand on her back and bent to look too. "Finding anything?" He
asked trying to draw attention away from the physical contact. But Apparently
Miss Stern was not so easily confused.

She gripped his hand in one of hers and twisted is. Al dropped to his knees
and yelped! "Silence." She repeated. Al swallowed additional cries. She stood
straight over him as she twisted his arm some more. She knew just how far and
at what angle, Al noticed, to maximize pain with minimal effort on her part.
Her other hand rested on her hip. "Did you actually require my assistance or
was this all a wild goose chase?" She asked still twisting.

"No I really..." Al started to lie but Miss Stern turned the pressure up so
that he had to drop his head to her shoe. "Okay!" He yelled.

"Quietly." She warned and turned his arm some more.

"Okay." He whispered through clenched teeth. "I just wanted to get to meet
you."

She let go and put her other hand on her hip. "Get up." She commanded. Rubbing
his throbbing shoulder and wrist, Al struggled to his feet. She seemed even
more imposing now as he looked up at her snapping blue eyes. She shot her
right hand out and Al flinched. But it was extended halfway between them
fingers together, thumb up. "My name is Marian Stern." She said. Al took the
handshake and winced as she clamped down on his paw. Was that a bone snapping?

"I'm Al Donaldson." He mumbled.

"Of the Donaldson law firm?" Asked Miss Stern. Al nodded. "A son?" He nodded
again. "Your family is quite wealthy." She observed. Al nodded. "Are we done
here?"

"Uh..." Al stammered. "I was wondering if you were free... I thought..." there
fell a sizzling silence. Al found he didn't have the nerve to continue. He was
trying to decide how to slink away and wondered if crawling backwards was an
option. Miss Stern came to his aid.

"Are you asking me out?"

Al nodded.

Miss Stern looked down at him, making him suffer under her gaze for a while.
"You are no doubt lazy and spoiled." She said after a while. Al wanted to
protest, but he didn't think she would like that. "You don't look particularly
bright. You are rather young, which could be good or bad." She mused. She
lifted Al's chin with a touch of a finger and looked his face over. "You are
pleasant to look at. And you will be able to afford a good restaurant." Al
looked up at her hopefully. "Stand up straight." She commanded. He complied
and wished he still didn't have to look up at her.

He watched her purse her lips in a cute way as she thought.

"Very well." She said. "You will pick me up on the front steps at 6:05
tonight. We will go to Leo's." With that she did an about face and marched
away. Clomp, clomp, clomp, and was gone.

Leo's, thought Al. Steaks, wine, low lights, romance and triple digit bills.
He hoped she was worth it.

Al had a cab waiting when Miss Stern appeared at the front door. She was still
wearing the work uniform, excepting the name tag. Also, one strand of
honey-colored hair had worked free during her shift and hung down her left
temple. And she had removed the glasses. Al told her the truth. "You look
stunning, Marian."

"You will call me Miss Stern." She looked down at him for a spell, forcing him
to nod that he understood. "And thank you. Now let's go eat."

It became apparent that Miss Stern had come ready to strap on the feed bag.
Before they were completely seated she had ordered an expensive bottle of red
wine. When the wine steward offered the cork and first sip to Al, Miss Stern
piped up. "I'll take that." She tested the vintage and nodded her approval.
Her glass was filled. Before Al's was full she emptied hers and waived it at
the steward. He filled hers again. "Uncork another of these and let it
breath." She commanded.

"Yes'm." He bowed and left.

Miss Stern ordered a New York steak well done with baked potato and green
beans. Al nodded for the same but asked for his medium rare.

After that Miss Stern grilled poor Al about his family, his schooling and
grades and a dozen other things that he had never revealed to anyone. Before
their food arrived she knew more about him than his mother, and yet she was
still an enigma. He was sweating and exhausted before he began eating.

Once Miss Stern began eating, she did nothing else until she was done. Then
she drained her wine, and called for the dessert trolley and the second bottle
of wine.

Al noticed she had a distinct liking for chocolate. The way her eyes lit up
and she smiled for the first time when she saw the
double-deep-death-by-chocolate cake brought a light to the room that the
candles and dim chandeliers had failed to do.

Gotta like a woman that loves chocolate, he thought.

Al watched as Miss Stern ate fork after fork of rich chocolate. More than the
wine, the cake seemed to be going to her head. The hard edge to her eyes was
turning dreamy. Her exact movements were becoming more fluid, if still
graceful and exact in their own way. When she had taken the last fork-full of
cake she dabbed at her lips with her napkin. Then she brought her arms up and
set her hair free. It cascaded in waves down to the middle of her back.

She sighed and pulled at the band of her skirt, patting her firm tummy. She
looked sleepily over at Al. He felt like a mouse in the gaze of a cat.

He dabbed at his cake, half eaten. Silently he slid it over to her. She
considered it, then picked up her fork and finished it off. It never stood a
chance.

She poured herself and him more wine. "I want you to know, young man." She
said in the same low mellow voice she used in the library. "That this has been
very good. You have made up for laying hands on me while at work." She took a
sip.

"Yes. Sorry about that." He murmured. She waved the apology away.

"Water under the bridge, dear boy."

Al squirmed. Boy indeed! He was trying to decide how to protest with dignity
when she spoke again.

"I expect we will end the evening with a night-cap at my place." She was
lounging in her chair, her long legs splayed about, swirling the last of her
wine. His cup was full. He drained it. She smiled and drained hers.

He paid (his dad was going to ask about this one!) and they left.

It was raining. On the curb she leaned heavily on him and raised her long arm.
A cab skidded to a stop for them. She pushed him in then climbed in behind
him. She commanded the cabby and he whisked them off.

Along the ride Miss Stern let her hands roam friskily up and down Al's torso.
Al wanted to do the same to her but he remembered how she had trounced him at
the library. Best to wait until they were at her place. She smiled for the
second time and reached down. She grabbed his cock through his pants and
adjusted it so that it would be more comfortable as it grew stiff, which it
did instantly.

She pulled his head close and dug her tongue into his ear. Al lost control and
grabbed for her. She pulled a hand off her tit and bent the thumb. Al yipped
and she let go. From then on he kept his groping to her waist, shoulders and
hair.

When they reached her place they were both panting and flushed.

The cabby received a flutter of random bills from Al and drove off. Miss Stern
had Al by the hand and dragged him up two flights before opening a door and
pulling him in.

She whooshed him though a small foyer into a living room sparsely furnished
but tasteful. The most dominant feature was a bookcase. When Al turned to look
at her Miss Stern had already dropped her skirt and stood looking hungrily at
him in her dangling blouse and slip. She kicked off her shoes. He gulped and
took a step back. She pounced and dragged him down onto the couch like a
tigress.

She smothered him in a kiss as his hands worked the small buttons on her
blouse. Once that was open he was faced with the complex contrivance that held
her dominating rack. Before he could fiddle for long she tore both blouse and
bra off over her head and plopped her big boobs on his head. She was panting,
and gasping, humping him through his slacks. Her mound rubbed up and down on
his boner.

He humped back and tried to break free to take a more active role, but she
held him captive! He could feel her up, but he could not reverse positions.
She had one foot on the floor and humped down on him like she was ready for
the second coming! And he could feel when it shook through her like a freight
train! It made them both fall off the couch onto the floor. Miss Stern snarled
then yelped, then groaned long and low. Her groan turned into a growl as she
bear hugged him close. Al felt his ribs flex and the blood rush to his head!
Gasping, slowly she relaxed.

"Oh my god, I needed that." She groaned.

She smiled and chuckled down at him. Al was visibly shaken - overwhelmed by
the power of her experience. "So much for the she retiring librarian, eh boy?"
she chided him as she sat up on his stomach.

He gasped under her weight and pushed at her hip.

"You want up?" She asked.

"Yes." Al gasped.

She slid up onto the couch. Then she grabbed Al by the hair and pulled his
head into her groin and locked her firm legs onto it. "Maybe later." She
purred. "I'm not done having fun yet." And then she started rubbing her pie on
his face. Under the slip she was panty- less! Al's face was instantly coated
from his chin to his scalp in Miss Stern's goo. And it was only getting
messier down there.

Now he was really affronted! Fun was well and good but where was his? Al
attempted to pull his head free. That didn't work. She didn't even seem to
notice! When he was getting low on air he started hammering on her thighs with
his fists. That at least got her attention.

"You wanna play rough do you, little boy?" She snarled. "Sure. We can do some
of that." Then she pulled him up and trapped him between her legs with his
face hanging down and his ass up. Her legs clamped around his waist. She undid
his pants and slid them down to his ankles.

"Hey!" Yelled Al. "Stop that!"

"Make me." Purred Miss Stern. Then she proceeded to spank the poor boy. She
spanked until her hands and his ass were red and tears ran like rain from his
eyes. Then she let him drop to the floor.

He struggled to his hands and knees. She pulled him up higher. "Git up,
horsy!" She snarled. "Ride me around the room or I'll crush you where you
stand!" Al straightened his legs, lifting the big woman onto his back. "Move!"
She commanded.

He hobbled around. "Faster! Hop when you run!"

He tried his best until his legs gave out and he dropped. She leisurely choked
him in a standing scissors for a while and taunted him.

"What's the matter, little boy? Are you all tuckered out already? Don't cha
wanna play rough? Come on. Take me down and spank me, tough boy." She prattled
on in this way until Al got mad enough to struggle.

And it was pathetic how ineffectual his struggles were. Standing, with one
hand on a wall, Miss Stern kept him locked between her knees, laughing at him.
When he stopped she let go and he fell to the floor.

"That was fun, Al Donaldson. Our little date was worth my time." She poured
herself a snifter of brandy and stood over him. "Are you satisfied or do you
crave more?"

Poor Al was spent in all ways but one. His boner raged beneath him. He rolled
over and exposed it to her. It throbbed with engorged veins up at her.

"Sweet Jesus!" He heard her gasp as she fell on her knees. He would have felt
a surge of power, but her legs came down on his shoulders and her ass on his
face. Then he felt what could only be those full red lips of hers slide his
meat deep down her chocolate gobbling throat! He almost came in the first rush
as she slid it in and out. And as she did slide it in and out her big round
ass slapped up and down on his head, bouncing it into the hard wood floor.

By the time he came deep down her gullet she had almost knocked him
unconscious!

She rose licking the overflow from her lips. "Better?" She asked.

"Oh god yes!" He moaned from the floor at her feet.

She nodded with her hands on her hips. "Then get dressed and leave." She said
and spun off and strode off to bed.

Al watched her round ass wag away and wished he had said he wanted more.
Perhaps another day - he still had studying to do at that library. Stiff and
sore, he pulled himself together, found his cloths and slipped out the door.

It took him 40 minutes to find a cab at 4:00 AM in the rain. He knew that one
would have materialized instantly had Miss Stern been with him.

He sighed and accepted that he was less than she. Miss Stern was bigger,
stronger, smarter and more experienced; a woman of the world and he was just a
kid. Nothing to be ashamed of - in fact he was proud and thankful that she had
bothered to spend a night with him.