You would never look at Mary White and think she was sexy or a candidate for adult dating. She seemed to be the stereotypical librarian: never married spinster, horn rimmed glasses, mousy brown hair in a sensible bun, no makeup, longish skirts worn with baggy long sleeved sweaters and blouses year round. In short, everything about Mary White was prim and proper, from the top of her bun to the tips of her toes shod in low-heeled loafers. Sexy? Not in this lifetime!
However, as the old saying goes: You can’t judge a book by its cover. Perhaps Mary took this old adage to heart, being a librarian surrounded by books all day. But, be that as it may, Mary White’s appearance was extremely deceptive. By day, she was the chaste and virginal seeming old mail librarian who rarely smiled or spoke above a low, genteel murmur. But by night….oh ho ho….now that was a different thing altogether!
Mary White had been a dutiful daughter, caring for her ailing parents for many years until they finally departed this earth. Although she had some suitors in her younger days, none were willing to wait for marriage until her parents no longer needed her or were tolerant of how tied down she was to her mother and father. She paid a caregiver to stay with them during the day time hours while she world, but her budget didn’t run to paying someone to come in and care for them while she went out on dates at night. So, Mary gradually grew accustomed to being an old maid and even after her parents passed away, when she had her freedom for the first time in her life and could have gone a little wild—she didn’t.
Old habits die hard and Mary had gotten into a routine, a rut really, of spending her evenings in front of the television, eating a lonely dinner on a tray and then going to bed with a book. Adult dating was the last thing on her mind. In fact, she had never even heard of it and would have been scandalised if anyone had clued her into this new way of meeting people to date online. She considered herself a respectable woman and if, every now and then, she felt vague stirrings of unhappiness….a feeling that something was missing from her life…she suppressed these feelings and proceeded on with her respectable but dull and boring life.
Then one day, Mary had a near death experience that literally changed her life.
She was riding her bicycle to work at the library one morning when a truck loaded with lumber suddenly careened out of its lane and she was struck by its front bumper. The last thing she remembered was that as she lay there in the street, broken and bleeding, it began to rain and she realised she had forgotten to bring her umbrella. Which thought, in retrospect, Mary realised was utterly ridiculous in view of the fact that she had just been run over by a truck and might have been dying.
When Mary regained consciousness, she was in a white room with bright lights. Blinking, she looked around and knew that she must be in a hospital operating room. She was in no pain and felt as though she were floating dreamily on a fluffy cloud. She rightly decided that this pleasant euphoria was undoubtedly the anaesthetic she had been given and had made up her mind to drift back off to sleep when a loud alarm startled her abruptly back to full consciousness.
She heard someone shout “We’re losing her! She’s flat lining!” She felt the paddles as they were applied to her chest and the medical team attempted to shock her heart into beating again. “Clear!” someone said loudly. Then “Clear!” again. “We’re getting a pulse now, doctor,” a woman’s voice said.
Mary lost consciousness again and when next she awoke, she was in a hospital bed with tubes running in and out of her. She looked up to see a white coated doctor with a chart standing next to her bed.
“Miss White,” he began, “is there a possibility you might be pregnant?”
“No,” she replied. “There is no chance at all I’m pregnant.” Somehow, Mary didn’t want to tell this young, attractive doctor that she was a virgin who had never done anything to get pregnant in her entire life.
After the doctor left the room, Mary began to so do some deep thinking. She could have been killed and was lucky to be alive. Did she really want to die a virgin? Did she really want to go through whatever remained if her life not knowing how it felt to be kissed and caressed and made love to by a man?
No! She lay there and thought about it and was surprised to discover that she absolutely did not want to go on with her lonely, dull life when she recovered from this accident. After all, she reasoned, none of us had any guarantees as to how long we’d live. She had no way of knowing when she would die. The only thing she knew beyond any doubt was that whenever her time was up—she didn’t want to die a virgin.
In due course, Mary White recovered and left the hospital. Soon, she resumed her duties as head librarian at the local library. Her wardrobe, hairstyle and general demeanor stayed the same at work.
But after work was a whole different ballgame! Mary had gone shopping online and bought herself several gorgeous, sexy wigs. One raven black, one glorious auburn and one platinum blond. She also purchased a number of extremely provocative outfits and the foundations garments—push up bras, lacy garter belts and seamed stockings—to make her new clothes look even better. Her close floor was now lined with assorted pairs of sexy, stiletto heeled shoes and tall, thigh high boots. Her dresser drawer held a black leather riding crop and a narrow leather belt. When she went out on a date, she always tucked these items into her bag before leaving the house. Mary always wore a long trench coat over her sexy outfits and a scarf that concealed her wigs when she left her house, just in case any of her neighbors happened to be outside. She carried her high heels in a bag and switched to them after getting in her car. She wasn’t worried about an of her dates ever seeing her at the library and blowing her cover because she felt secure in the knowledge that even if one of the men she went out with came into the library, they wouldn’t recognize her.
Besides buying all kinds of new clothes and other sexy accessories, Mary had also bought a brand new laptop computer that opened the door to a brave new world…the world of online adult dating.
She was amazed at how many attractive men and women were members of online dating sites, looking for someone for hot sex and strictly adult dating. That was right down Mary’s alley. She was basically content with her job at the library and spending many of her evenings at home alone watching television and reading. She had no desire to change that part of her life. She just wanted some uninhibited sex to go along with it. No strings attached sex.
Mary had looked forward to losing her virginity while simultaneously dreading it. She had read enough books to know that being deflowered could be a painful experience. However, to her surprise, she took to sex like a duck to water! She became intensely aroused by the foreplay with her first lover, panting with desire, and was so eager to get him deep inside her that when she felt his throbbing member penetrate and break through her virginal membrane, she was so overcome with pleasure that she felt not even a faint twinge of pain. She discovered that she was a wild woman in bed! She bit, she clawed, she wrapped her strong legs around her lovers and dug her heels in, spurring them on to go faster and harder.
Then Mary discovered that as fabulous as sex was in the regular way of things, sex when she assumed the role of dominatrix was even better and more exciting. She made her dates call her “Mistress Mary” and they loved it, too. She made them her love slaves for a little while and a good time was had by all. She especially like pretending that they hadn’t pleasured her sufficiently or in the right way, which called for a repeat performance.
Mistress Mary could be quite contrary with her dates, but she wasn’t getting any complaints! She was ever so glad she had discovered adult dating and no longer worried about dying a virgin.
