Chapter 6

Life calmed down a lot for Gina and Stephen after their session with Eric. Both felt the were moving far too fast, frightened of developing an addiction to extreme sex and fetishes. It was one thing to watch videos, a different thing altogether go want to go out and physically indulge in practises like BDSM and threesomes. While Gina occasionally visited Eric’s shop to purchase a magazine or rent a video, buying some they particularly enjoyed, they never wished to have a repeat performance of the sex session, The couple had explained their feelings in great detail on the matter to Eric over a casual drink in a local pub, who understood completely. The swinging lifestyle was new to them, coming later in life than most people’s experience and now they felt they needed to reign in their sexual desires and take time for reflection.

The couple still had sex together, in spite of Stephen’s bisexual secrets being outed and were able to talk about it - even use it as a turn on. Gina would sometimes take out her dildo or vibrator she bought from Eric, laying on the bed to fantasise, imagining herself in various scenarios with a man or gangs of men. Fantasising was something she could do at home, safely and privately. When one day she ran into Dale who was home from college, she had no problem joining him for a coffee, but neither had the desire to meet up or indulge in rampant sex. Dale thanked her for giving him the opportunity to experience sex with a much older woman.

So life went on, quietly and peacefully, still working in the busier city centre library as against the sedate small branch in the suburb where she lived. As her extra marital sexual experiences had been tempered she no longer thought much about the mysterious man who had virtually raped and ravaged her in the forest. She did wonder if, like the recovering alcoholic who succumbs to temptation and takes another fateful drink, whether her libido would go crazy and darker desires would easily take command of her sexual longings and urges if exciting opportunities arose. She was about to find out.

On a very quiet Tuesday morning with just a few old aged pensioners in the library, Gina was going about her business, returning books to the shelves. The only noise, if could be called that, was loud whispering and giggles coming from the area between the general lenders section and reference library section. Intending just to have a quick glance to see who was getting giddy Gina had a peep through the door.

Two young men; the only people in that area of the building, were fooling around but not doing any harm. Then Gina noted they headed for a staircase to the next floor. She had reason to wonder why they wanted to go that way.

‘Can I help you find what your looking for boys?’

‘No thanks,’ said one of the lads, ‘We’re just going up to the gents toilets.’

Gina smiled but didn’t question them, allowing the boys to ascend up to the next floor. Now she was even more suspicious and curious. The main toilets, new and recently fitted out were on the ground floor, making access easier for disabled and old people, as now required by law for public buildings. Though there were toilets on the next floor that were still functional they were only used when the upper rooms were in use for events such as meetings or when hired out for various classes like yoga or Pilates or educational tutorials. These days borrowers and visitors to the library would not dream of climbing all those stairs to use the toilet facilities.

Gina went back to the desk to check that she wasn’t needed then returned to the hallway and silently climbed the stairs. She had seen the same boys before and thought they looked shifty. It was, she reminded herself, part of her responsibility to keep an eye out for members of the public who misused or mistreated the library. It was her duty to check on suspicious behaviour. Listening outside the door she heard raucous laughter then whispers.

‘How much weed did you buy?’

‘Got enough for us two - last us all week. Bringing me some gear for weekend - take to the party - ecstasy and some Charlie. Depends how much cash the other guys can cough up. Hey, bud, your cock’s growing stiff!’

‘Come on in here then!’

More giggles.

Gina knew she had uncovered drug dealing, drug taking and obviously something more! She heard a door close, meaning the two boys had gone into a cubicle. The situation was giving Gina a buzz. Nervous but excited she opened the door and crept in the men’s toilet. Only one stall had a closed door so it was easy to identify which one the boys were in.

The noises enabled her to picture what they were doing. There was no chatter, just faint noises - like sucking sounds. Gina began to feel arousal - she would have the upper hand if they discovered her presence. Creeping into the next stall she quietly lowered the toilet seat then carefully stood on the wooden board to peer over into next door. Her heartbeat quickened when she saw one boy sat on the pot, sucking the penis of his mate standing in front of him.

‘You have to do the same for me after I make you cum,’ the sucking boy said, briefly taking the hard cock from his mouth.

Gina kept very quiet wanting to watch all the action, hoping to see the boy shoot his sperm over the face of the other. The boy standing began to move his hips slowly back and forth, clearly building up to having a climax. Thirty seconds or so later that climax happened, making “Sucking Boy”pull his head back to avoid swallowing all his mates cum. Unfortunately, that action made him look up and he saw Gina peering over the dividing screen.

‘Fucking hell - woman from downstairs has been watching us!’

A lot happened in the next minute. The boys panicked and tried to hide their cocks. Gina moved rapidly, jumped down and left the cubicle seconds before the boys exited the stall.

‘We’ll get you sacked - you fucking weirdo!’ one boy said in desperation.

‘You’ll have chance to register your complaint when the Head Librarian and police get here,’ Gina told them. ‘Then we’ll think about informing your parents. I know you have drugs in your pocket, so trying to run away will make things worse for you? Are you both at college - maybe the police will be asking if you sell drugs to other students?’