Daddy doesn't want me to be a push-over. He dislikes the idea of others taking advantage of my giving nature. Thus, he gave me the task of seducing the librarian I had confessed to having a crush on and writing about it.
I walked through the library twice to make sure it was empty before asking the librarian for help finding a book that I had moved earlier. Jefrey checked the system first and I leaned over the counter to show my cleavage. And I wouldn't have thought he noticed except for a faint blushing redness that crept up his neck.
"Let's go take a look. It should be here." I followed him towards a secluded section of the library. I stayed close on his heels so that when he stopped to check the row headings I ran into him.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to run into you," I lied. For the briefest of seconds I had been pressed against him. He blushed and stammered as he told me not to worry. I could feel my own cheeks get hot too but I kept going.
Jefrey crouched down to flip through the bottom shelf. He wobbled and reached out to steady himself, grabbing my leg without thinking. He let go just as quickly and stammered an apology.
"It's ok. You can use me for balance if you need to." I brushed my fingers across the back of his head. I barely touched his hair but it felt electric. He must have felt it too because he turned quickly and ended up falling back against the shelves.
I laughed just a little because the look on his face was really adorable. "Hand?" He was looking up at me and took my offered hand. I pulled him up, just a tad too hard. He brushed against me.
"Th - thank you." His eyes were wide as he looked down at me and I tugged his hand just enough that he knew I wanted him closer.
"You're welcome." I looked into his eyes as I leaned into him.
"You smell nice...I mean, that's a nice scent! Your shampoo? I...I'm sorry. I'm not usually such a mess. Not sure what's gotten into me tonight." I was so close to him that he could feel my breath on his neck.
"I'm not making you nervous, am I?" I asked softly.
"No! I see you here all the time. I...I don't mean I'm watching...I just noticed..." I shifted to put my foot between his feet. I pressed against him enough to feel how interested he was. He trembled and I felt his hands touch my waist and then pull away again. "I'm sorry. I don't know..." He softly rested his hands on my waist again. He lowered his face and closed his eyes.
I leaned closer. "You seem to be having trouble deciding where to put your hands. Will you let me help?" I whispered into the crook of his neck. I held my breath as I waited for his consent. His eyes lifted to mine and he nodded. I took his wrists in my hands and softly rubbed my thumb across the inside of his wrist. A subtle shift of my body and he was trapped between the shelves and me.
I raised his right hand to my lips and kissed where my thumb had been. I turned my head and did the same to his left wrist. I leaned into him and lifted his hands up and behind him, placing them against the shelves. "Don't move."
My lips brushed against his, "Is this ok? May I touch you more?"
"Please," he whispered, nodding. My hands caressed down his arms, over his chest, down to his waistband.
"So polite," I teased, grinding against his thigh. I went for his belt and undid it with one hand while my other hand pressed against the outline of his cock.
