At my nearby library, there was this librarian I knew and got along well with. She was in her mid 40s or so if memory serves and she almost always wore skirts a lot every time I saw her, calling her M. During one October, met with her and talked for a bit, at one point we talked about the cold weather where she said she was grateful that pantyhose existed, I didn't really know what pantyhose was, only ever heard of it. I asked her what pantyhose was, to which she spun her chair towards me, revealing her legs and let me touch them, or her pantyhose in this case. I was caught off guard but without hesitation, felt them long as I could. A little while later I asked if I could feel them, once again sat down, moved her open legs near me and touched them. It was then that I wanted more of her, more of her lower body just to look at, curiosity getting the better of me. After some book event in the evening, I'd help M put away some books in one of the sections, getting close enough to her, looked under her gray skirt to see her white undies, seeing how her pantyhose led to her thighs, I was speechless.
During one Feburary, after some Valentines event, I found her in the same section of book shelves, putting away some toy blocks and books lying around. She was in a red skirt and immediately went to help her. If only the cleanup took longer, I was able to see under her skirt and see her panties a few times, close as I could, wondering how tight they were against her privates. I'd be able to see under her a few more times after but as time went on, I didn't really head over there anymore for anything. It was nice still.
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