The late afternoon sun streamed through the dusty window, casting a bronze haze over the shelves of books in the remote part of the library. He watched the light fall across her shoulders. She stood with her back facing him, balanced on the rungs of an old ladder. He let his gaze follow the rays of sunlight down her body and took inventory of her petite frame. Her thick brown hair was tied smartly in a bun. The collar of her white silk blouse lay crumpled and loose from her neck, exposing smooth olive skin beneath a string of pearls. His mouth watered at the thought of kissing that nape, tasting the heady mixture of salty perspiration and the sweetness of her skin. He followed the lines of silky material to where it tucked into her black tight skirt. Her curves contrasted sharply with the straight line of books she adjusted. Hugging her hips, the skirt stopped just above her knees. His fingers twitched with anticipation as his gaze lingered on the slit in the material, wondering what treasures lay beneath it. A pair of short but shapely legs ended the inventory - a pair of firm legs he knew would feel like a vice around his waist. She tried to balance on one of her black spiked heels as she stretched to put a book away on the top shelf. The movement exposed more of her leg - the split moved up her thigh and he caught a glimpse of the lacy top of her stockings.
He silently moved toward her. He stood behind her, allowing only an inch to separate their bodies. He took a deep breath and inhaled her spicy scent - she oozed sex. Placing a hand on the back of her knee, he traced her black stockings up her leg and reached beneath the slit of her skirt. He was rewarded with the discovery of a soft, wet, warm cunt. He studied her, waiting for a scream, a slap, a kick, something to express her anger and surprise at his invasion. She amazed and pleased him by tightening her grip on the ladder and biting her lip in a seductive smile.
With this encouragement he continued exploring her pussy. He teased her lips, letting his fingers revel in her neatly trimmed hair. He smiled as he heard her set free a small moan. A finger slipped between her tight lips and found a pulsing clit. She responded with another moan, letting her hair fall across her shoulders. His free hand inched her skirt around her hips, allowing a breeze to tickle her exposed flesh. He stepped closer to her. Laying his head on her waist, he buried his face in her loose flowing hair, letting the soft tresses intoxicate him. Pressing his body into hers, he brought his finger to his lips and licked her juices - she tasted better than he had hoped. In an instant he was addicted - he needed her.
He inched her skirt up to her waist and gave her ass a little push. She took a step up the ladder and spread her legs for him. He loved a woman who trusted her instincts. He took a moment and stared at the beautiful ass before him and lightly kissed it, massaging her with his hungry lips. His fingers moved back to her wet pussy and probed, inspiring a torrent of whimpers and wiggling hips. In between moans he heard her whisper, "please."
