The librarian

Ashley peeked over the front desk for a moment to see the librarian, Margaret, coming out from the back room with a stack of books, likely getting ready to put them on the shelves. Ashley ducked back down before Margaret could see her, panicking. If she left the desk, it was almost impossible for her to not see Ashley squatting down there completely nude! As Margaret made a final check on the books, and got ready to leave the front desk and find Ashley, Ashley prayed for something, anything to save her!!

And it did! Just before Margaret left, the phone suddenly rang, surprising both girls. Margaret put down the stack and answered the phone. On top of that, Margaret turned around, giving Ashley the perfect chance. Ashley quickly crawled to the box, and nearly cried out when she spotted the coat sticking out of the box. She reached for it, grabbed it, and pulled...

...knocking the box onto the ground!

Ashley quickly ran as Margaret turned around. Before she could be spotted, Ashley rushed into a nearby bathroom, knowing that if she stuck by that desk, she would likely be seen.

“What...?” Margaret wondered aloud. Pulling the phone cord along with her as she continued her conversation, she picked up the box and examined it. Ashley was peeking around the corner of the bathroom door and watched in horror as Margaret took the box into the back room, even further out of reach than before. As Margaret returned, Ashley ducked fully into the bathroom, groaning aloud.

“God dammit!” She whisper-yelled.

“Um, hello?”

A voice spooked Ashley and she quickly rushed into an open stall, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Ashley held her breath as she listened.

“Hello?”

The voice had spoken again, and when she heard it, Ashley paled. That...that was a guy’s voice, wasn’t it? Ashley hesitantly stepped onto the toilet lid and peeked out over the stall. Ashley quickly noticed the out of place installment in the bathroom: a urinal! Ashley ducked back down. She had gone into the men’s bathroom!!

“I guess no one’s there?” The guy asked one last time. Ashley remained silent as the guy finished up, left the stall, and washed his hands. He paused for a minute afterward, probably looking around for the voice he heard before he finally left. Once he was gone, Ashley let out the breath she’d been holding.

She felt like crying, yet also at the same time she felt like doing...something else. Ashley sat on the toilet seat, still as stone for a little while, before her hand slowly began to trail down her body, over her breasts, where she found her nipples hard and pointy, over her stomach, and finally to her crotch, she she rubbed her fingers against her still woefully exposed pussy. She pulled her hand back and examined the juices on them. She was aroused by this entire thing, even though she was terrified. Ashley sighed. Of all the things to find arousing...

Ashley wiped her hand on some toilet paper and dropped it in the toilet. She clapped her cheeks with her hands, and stood up. The first course of action was to get out of here, so she reached for the lock, ready to rush out, when...