Carlotta was working opposite me in the college library. She had a rich, tanned complexion and deep brown eyes. She was slim, and I would hasard a guess at around 5 ft 10.
We had been working at the same table since around 10 o' clock that morning. Every so often, I would set my eyes on her beautiful body and let them wander. We took regular breaks on and off all day at different intervals.
Towards the evening, we began to make eye contact. She would smile at me and I would smile back. She began to lean back in her chair more often, revealing her full, deliciously pert breasts through her light summer dress. She knew that I was enjoying this and was playing to me.
By 8 o' clock in the evening, we were both extremely bored with our work. I met her soft gaze and held it, looking deep into her eyes. I deliberately dropped my pen to the floor. Sliding under the table, I viewed her long golden brown legs. An inner urge began to take over. I slid my body over to her side of the table and gently kissed her ankle. Feeling no resistance to this, I began to ascend. Every inch felt like caressing the smoothest silk.