As the reference librarian in the local public library, I always had to dress rather conservatively, so I never wore underwear to work, just so I could feel sexy underneath my stuffy exterior. On this particular day, I was feeling playful, so I wore a flirty skirt, a tight button-down shirt that strained across my F cups, and a pair of black fuck-me heels.
While I was working the reference desk, a couple came and started to ask me some mundane questions about some of our items. I noticed the man kept staring at my chest, and when I looked down, I noticed one of the buttons straining across my chest had popped, leaving not-much to the imagination. He was hot, so I let it be and let him have a peek. I could see his cock getting hard in his jeans and that made me very wet.
Soon, his girlfriend caught on, but instead of getting pissed, she stepped between him and me and started subtly rubbing her luscious ass against his hard cock, right there in the middle of the library. At the moment, there was no one else around, so she pulled the neck of her tight, low-cut sweater down until one of her huge, dangling tits fell out. She moaned as she played with her nipples for a few seconds and then tucked it back into her sweater.
At that moment, one of my colleagues returned from her break, but didn't notice anything, even though my boobs were nearly hanging out of my shirt. I said to the couple, "Follow me, I will show you how to find what you're looking for." I led them to the special collections stacks, where hardly anyone ever goes and we found a corner with a desk and a chair.
