The library, of course

There was a reason Kevin chose a spy camera in the form of a book, and this reason was very much about who worked in the library section of his local neighbourhood centre. Kevin had been very interested in the law from the first announcement of S3X7. His high school initially refused to teach on the subject, and their underfunded library didn't carry any books covering it. To sate his curiosity, Kevin retreated to the library of his local neighbourhood centre, which was much better stocked. Hours were spent there by Kevin studying the history, application and reasoning behind the laws, and helped inform his choices for college. It was his last week of high school that Scarlett started working there as a receptionist, and Kevin had been a regular since.

Kevin had always been attracted to Scarlett. The petite redhead carried herself with an air of confidence that overcame her short stature. Her smooth flowing hair ran down past her slender shoulders, sitting comfortably around the height of her beautiful B cup breasts. A black push-up bra helped emphasise her assets underneath her clingy red dress, which came to a sudden stop halfway up her thigh. Like all women post-treatment, she had nothing else underneath it. Finally, she counteracted her height with some 2-inch heels, which struck the right balance between style and function.

While Kevin had shared precious few words with her across his time spent at the centre, this was more a function of the library's prohibitive noise policies, rather than an unwillingness to speak, at least on his part. That would change today, as Kevin had come prepared for more than just talk.

It was a Tuesday morning, and the library was typically empty. Scarlett worked alone on the morning shift, until she was swapped out at about 2:00pm, which gave Kevin a few hours. Kevin set up his book camera, aiming it at the spot of their intended conversation, plucked up his courage, and approached Scarlett directly. He planned to break into the conversation by asking for a book. She was absentmindedly stacking the shelves at shoulder height from her trolley, her chest swaying back and forth. Kevin glanced to the camera and gave it a thumbs up.

"Hi Scarlett," he began, "Do you have S3X7: The History of the Law?"

Scarlett looked at him blankly. "Who's the author?"

"Uh... C. Neville, I think."

"Hold on, I'll check." Sarah rolled her cart forward and began scanning the bottom shelf for the book.

Kevin, disappointed with the flat tone of their conversation, began to reconsider his plan, when Scarlett stopped looking. "Found it!" she announced.

The book being on the bottom shelf, Scarlett had to bend over to get it. However, unlike most women, who had learnt to bend at the knees in order not to expose themselves to the world, Scarlett bent first at the waist. The movement pulled her skirt up, and Kevin got a full view of her soft, luscious lips, puckered asshole and bubble butt, which rocked slightly back and forth as she worked the book out of the tightly stuffed shelf. He had seen vaginas on the internet before, and the occasional slip of teachers or other students, but to be this close to one in public, while it was in constant motion, was almost overwhelming

After a moment of bliss for Kevin, Scarlett removed the book, glanced at the title and frowned, all while still bent over. She kept the position as she glanced back at Kevin as well. "Did you say The History of the Whore?" she asked.

"No, Law."

"Oh, never mind. Wrong book." Sarah began stuffing the book back in the shelf, and then waddled forward, bent over, looking along the shelf. Kevin could have sworn he saw moisture between her legs as her hips swung with the movement, but decided it must just be a trick of the light. His pants were starting to feel a bit too tight, anyway.

Sarah soon found the right book, and resumed a much less exposed standing position in order to hand it to Kevin. Fueled by his raging erection, Kevin plucked up the courage to confront Scarlett over her stimulating exposure. Scarlett held the book out to him with a small flourish.

"Scarlett," Kevin announced, projecting confidence he didn't feel, "You kind of just exposed yourself to me, if you know what I mean."

In a move that only made Kevin grow harder, Scarlett clutched the book back to her chest and leaned forward, moving in such a way that he could see down her dress. The faint shape of her nipples pointed through her bra and dress.

"Oh, did I now?" Scarlett asked, her tone playful, almost sounding rhetorical.