I walk into the library to return a few books and get some further reading for my daily commute on the train. I approach the counter and hand over my books. I don't recognise you, you must be new; the first thing I notice is the perfume, musky, sexy and very evocative, something I've not noticed with the other librarians. But as I got closer your figure was very hard to miss. The tight white blouse almost bursting, trying to contain your magnificent breasts; your lips are full and very inviting; the imprint of your lacy white bra clearly visible though the thin cotton. I get to the counter and hand over the books; It's like an electric shock as your soft fingers brush my hand as you take the books and scan them in. I look over the counter and am stunned by the gorgeous form packed in to your black pencil skirt, your arse and thighs are just awesome and the black fishnet stockings complement them to perfection. Your extremely sexy form start my hormones rushing around and I can feel my cock reacting to your delicious body .....
I wander across to the books, your perfume still lingering in my nostrils. I peruse the shelves looking for something exciting, but you scent just keeps reminding me of your gorgeous body. I try to think of an excuse to go back to you; I ask if there are any new thriller books that have just come in, as I seem to have read most on the shelf. You smile and ask me to follow you to the side room to see what has been recently been delivered.. For the first time I see your form in its entirety. It is simply delicious. Your heels click sexily as you walk to the room and your buttocks move divinely - I just want to touch them. You open the door to a smallish cupboard, there is an instant musty smell from the books within. With a click the contents of the room are revealed in flashes as the single fluorescent light flickers into life. The walls are clad in shelves with all sorts of books and in the centre is a table and a chair; the table has a few boxes full of new books. You ask me to sit down and show me a inventory of the new books to see if there is anything I fancy. I start to ready the list; and I begin to be aware that the damp musty smell of the books is slowly being replaced by your perfume. You are behind me, looking over my shoulder, your right breast is just resting on my back sending a large wave of hormones to my groin. Your hand touches mine and again you ask "are you sure there is nothing that takes you're fancy?"....