Local townspeople were in awe of our new civic library - or the Interactive Literary & Learning Hub as we had been told to refer to it. It replaced a 100 year-old red sandstone monolith, built in the days when philanthropists erected grandiose monuments to themselves and their wealth. Ours was to be converted into a multi-cultural food bank and refuge for battered wives.

The brash new elongated ILLH was clad with curved semi-transparent purple panels which shimmered in the sunlight, giving the appearance of a living, breathing mammal, like a giant iguana. Within, it was bright and white and positively bristled with hi-tech gadgetry. You could take out or return a book without speaking to a librarian, call up video links or download documents from the other side of the world. You could even make yourself a latte (and pay for it) without encountering another human being. George Orwell didn't know the half of it.

I had gone down to the ILLH to do some research on the building's top floor where it tended to be quietest. There was no piped music up there or excited toddlers and the loudest noise was the clack-clack of computer keyboards - although certainly not all the stuff you saw of screens as you passed was strictly of a literary nature!

My chosen subject was Lucerne in Switzerland. But behind a large wall of guide books I had secreted the latest edition of 'Toned Hulks', a photographic collection of high-definition images of muscular, bronzed hunks, all exceptionally well hung.There was nodody within the immediate vicinity of my work station, so I eased down the zip and slipped my hand inside my shorts to gently withdraw my cock. I'd decided I would work myself up into a nice state of erotic excitement, before slipping off to the toilets to finish the job in private.

As I flipped from one double-page spread to the next, I noticed that a shadow had fallen across the glossy pages. The scene I was studying was an all-male bukakke session by an outdoor pool, with several of the hunks ejaculating over each other.

I looked up to find a female library official had approached my desk quietly and was now standing over me, looking down at the opened magazine and the activity beneath the desk. The identification label on her blouse read 'SECURITY; Linda'.She was under fourty, with a trim figure clad in the library's standard issue blue slacks and a tight-fitting white blouse. She had a long slender neck, an oval face and high cheekbones. Her blonde hairstyle was cut in what is now called a buzz cut. Her stainless steel-rimmed glasses and a rather unsmiling demeanour reminded me a little of an immigration official at a border crossing."May I see your Library Pass please, sir?"

"Certainly." With my free hand I managed to extricate the pass from my opened satchel on the desk.

While she checked it I hastily adjusted my dress. She swung a flat-screened tablet round that was hanging from her shoulder by a rainbow-coloured lanyard and swiped the pass across its screen."May I ask the nature of your visit to the ILLH today, Mr Nesbitt?"

"Research, Miss err... Miss Linda."

"Research into what?"

I nodded at the pile of books in front of me. "Switzerland."

She frowned with undisguised disbelief. "Really?"

"I'm a writer, you see. My next novel is set in Lucerne."

Smiling for the first time, she laid her tablet on the desk beside my satchel. "When anyone mentions Switzerland I always think of Orson Wells in 'The Third Man'."

This oblique cinematic reference threw me for a moment, though I was relieved that the subject of ejaculating naked hunks appeared to have gone off the agenda. "Really? I know the film well, but I always thought it was set in Vienna."

"It was; it WAS!" She became quite animated. "But don't you remember the scene in the Prater amusement park? When Harry Lime is lecturing Holly Martins, after they've ridden on that old Ferris wheel?"

The scene from the noir classic came back to me, but I still couldn't grasp the Swiss link. She gave a mischievous giggle. "I have to confess that Lime's little soliquoy is one of my party pieces. Friends get me to recite it when I've had too much to drink."

She pulled back her shoulders, drawing attention to the lovely firm breasts beneath her blouse. I could see she was wearing a black bra. "Would you like to hear it?"

"Sure."

She coughed to clear her throat. "Sorry, but I can't do the Wells growl. Here goes: 'Remember under the Borgias? In 300 years of murder, terror and bloodshed, they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, in 500 years of domestic peace and brotherly love, what did they produce? The Cuckoo clock!'"

I gave a gentle round of applause and she bowed.

"But now, Mr Nesbitt, I'm afraid we must return to the matter that brought me here." She nodded towards my lap. "The matter in hand so to speak."

I knew exactly what she was alluding to but decided to play the innocent."I'm sorry, I don't follow."

She glanced up at the ceiling. She'd reverted to her immigration officer mode. "Do you know how many CCTV cameras there are in this building?"

"I've no idea. I've never really given it much thought."

"Well I should if I was you - next time you smuggle one of your sexy lads magazines in. For security reasons I'm not permitted to divulge the precise figure, but let's say it's in excess of 200. Many with zoom facility."

"Zoom, Miss Linda?"

"Zoom, as in close-up, Mr Nesbitt! Giving me the ability to watch you wanking while I'm sitting in my office."

"And were you?"

"You bet - when I wasn't checking the oversized tools of some of those guys jerking off round the pool."

I decided to throw caution to the wind. Go for broke. I dropped my hand onto my crotch and slowly stroked it. "And what was the verdict?"

She gave an impish grin. "Those guys are all a bit on the big side for me." She tapped one finger on the page. "I don't think I could even get that one in. But you'll do nicely - what I've seen of it."

I was pretty sure I wasn't about to have my Library Pass withdrawn, but couldn't decide if the final remark was an invitation to play. My move.

"Is your office on this floor?"

She nodded. "Over there, at the back by the lifts."

"How would it be if I called by in about 10 minutes - after I've returned these books to their shelves - and maybe give you a real-life close-up?"

She pursed her lips and shook her head. "Far too risky." She tapped a tiny black earpiece (no bigger than hearing aid) which I hadn't even noticed. "I'm on call 24/7 with this gismo." She nodded at the far corner of the reading area. "How about in the toilets?"

"Aren't they a bit cramped?"

"The disabled one is huge. It doubles as a baby-changing facility." She scooed up her tablet and slung it over her shoulder. "Give me two minutes, then come over and join me." She nodded up at a small disc of smoked glass set into the ceiling above us, gave a knowing wink and strolled off.

I took one last peep at the hunks before slipping the magazine into my bag. I collected up all the Swiss guides, returned them to their book stack and sauntered across to the toilets which Linda had indicated.There were four doors inside the toilet area. One was marked with a male silhouette; one with a female figure; a third said, 'CLEANERS'; and a fourth extra-wide door showed the outline of a figure in a wheelchair. Above it was a notice reading: 'OUT OF ORDER. Please use facility on 3rd floor.'

I pushed the door and it swung open.The young woman was shoeless, standing facing me wearing only a cream slip, her black bra and a petite pair of white cotton panties. Her slacks and blousewere hung from a hook behind the baby-changing cot, on which were a red duvet and a freshly-laundered pink pillow.

She moved past me to lock the door, brushing her hand against my hip. She stood before me and shrugged the slip's shoulder straps off so that it fell to the floor. She turned around to show me her bra clip."Unclip me please, Nick?"

The bra fell away and I slid my arms around her body to grasp her lovely firm breasts. Their nipples were hard. She placed her hands on mine and gave a purring noise. "We're going to have to be awfully quiet: these walls on paper-thin and I'm a bit of a moaner, I'm afraid."

"I hope you're not a screamer."

"Nope, just a moaner - though it can get pretty loud when I cum."

I ran one hand down her flat tummy and slid it inside her panties. Her hand followed mine and pressed it into the fold between her thighs. I was thrilled to find her pussy was shaven and silky smooth. More appreciative purring.

I took one hand away from her breasts in order to unzip my shorts. I was hard beneath my boxer trunks and pressed my erection against the cheeks of her bottom, which she wiggled provocatively.

"I'm wet already," she whispered. "In fact I started getting moist when we were chatting outside. I think it was the sight of all those big cocks!"

"When you were looking over my shoulder at all those guys around the pool, I was leaking like mad!"

"You naughty thing! Well just wipe some over my slit and we'll use it as lube." I stroked two fingers up my shaft and then brought them round to smear my juices across the opening of her cunnie.

Ever the organiser of this unplanned tryst, Linda eagerly moved me towards the baby-changing shelf. "I guess this will be a first for both of use," she observed with a chuckle, deftly sliding her posterior up onto the platform. She swung around and, with knees bent, opened her legs invitingly. I climbed up.

Soon I was kneeling before her precious sanctuary. I grasped her kneecaps firmly. As I slid inside, her pussy emitted the softest of fanny farts, which made her giggle again. Then I lowered myself down, pressing against her warm body.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking-fuck!" she groaned as I pushed down and deeper into her. "Oh you DIRTY fucker! Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me!" Eyes closed, she threw her head back in ecstacy. I felt a gentle quiver beneath me as she had her first orgasm.

She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "More like that, please. But don't cum yet, whatever you do!" It was pretty obvious who was running this show.

Suddenly, there was a sharp rap on the door. "Have you finished yet? I need to use the toilet!" The door was rattled vigorously. We stared at each other in blank amazement. Linda held a finger up to indicate silence.

Then a second woman's voice. "Doris - look dear: it says 'OUT OF ORDER'. We've got to go downstairs."

"But I'll have an accident!" The door was shaken violently once more.

Linda stiffled a giggle. "So will I!"

After much shuffling outside, all went quiet.

"We have to cater for all sorts her at the ILLH, Mr Nesbitt, even the illiterate. After all, 'Facility'does have 4 syllables!"

We hugged affectionately and shifted positions. Now Linda was perched on the rim of the baby cot, her slender legs dangling down and opened. I stood before her, slowly stroking myself and running the head of my glans up and down her wet slit. Once more she tipped her head back and closed her eyes. "Christ, that is SO sexy, Nick. You certainly know how to make a woman feel wanton."

"And is my baby wanton?"

"You'd better believe it, daling!"

"Would my baby like me to cum all over her shaved pussy?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Drench me with your juices!"

"Now?"

"Right now!"

Linda's insistent command was all that was needed for me to let fly several thick ropes of my creamy love lava, which criss-crossed her naked torso. It ran down her breasts and into the folds of her lap. She fingered some into herself, while I shook the last drops over her labia lips. She smiled at the sight of so much spunk. "Oh my, what a huge load! So when was you last time?"

"Over a week ago."

"Well aren't I the lucky on!" She scooped a fingerful from her bellybutton and licked it. "Mmmm, you taste SO good!" She reached behind her to retrieve her panties, using them as a towel to clean herself up.

"Shall I put those in the waste bin?" I asked when she'd finished.

"Don't you dare! I'm going to wear them for the rest of the day. And tonight they're going under my pillow, so I can smell you in the morning!"

Linda was just easing herself into her damp panties when her earpiece began giving off a pulsating purple light."Yes Barry?"

"Mornin' Linda. Sorry to trouble you. We've 'ad a couple of old biddies down 'ere in Reception. Kicking up a right old rumpus they were. They said the toilets on Lever 4 are marked 'Out of order'. But I haven't got 'em shown on my manifest of outstanding repairs for today. Should I go upstairs and check?"

Half-dressed and wide-eyed, Linda looked at me with disbelief. "Err... No don't trouble, Barry. I'm up on Level 4 now. Let me go and check out the toilets. Then I'll come downstairs and give you a report."

"You're a star, Linda!"

After regaining her composure, she patted the front of her solied panties, which made a lovely plopping noise. "Looks like play time's over, Nick."

"Seems so."

Somewhat disconsolately, we left the toilet area and headed for the excalator. Her demeanour had returned to 'serious library official'.

We rode in silence down through three floors, she standing on the step below me. I so wanted to place my hands fondly on her shoulders, but had now become paranoid about the 200+ CCTV cameras watching us.

She casually looked up at an abstract sculpture suspended from the roof. She handed my Library Pass back to me without turning around. "I've written my direct line number on the back. Call me, why don't you?" Then added soto voce: "Maybe we could try phone sex?"

I took the card. "I'd like that very much."

We arrived in the central lobby and stood nervously in front of the library's huge revolving entrance door. "I trust your visit to the ILLH was successful, Mr Nesbitt?" she asked, as if recording an item for local TV.

"More than I could have hoped for. Thank you so much."

"All part of the service."