The main lights were out and only the candles were flickering in that old library. Legend has it that the librarian seduces the last one in the library. You were studying in a quiet corner with and old leather-bound volume of Homer in Greek, its yellowing pages crackling with every turn. You hear a chair being pushed back, heels clacking on the wood-pannelled floor and a bolt lock, but you didnt pay much attention. The steps approached your location and out of the corner of your eye you see the most delicate, high-arched feet with a shiny black pedicure enclosed by a sexy pair of stiletto heels. A shiny silver anklet drew your eyes up to her toned and bare legs bordered by a pleated skirt and sexy hips. Her top was feminine and delcately ornamented, a hip chain revealing a slim and fit waist and perfect breasts. You raise your eyes fully and see her perfect smile and brilliant shining eyes looking at you. It was the librarian. Hey there handsome, whatcha reading there? I just wanted to let you know we are closing shortly...and it seems like youre the last one in the library. She gave a quick wink

It's nice to see someone appreciates my role here. Why don't you finish that book here, I could use some help organizing things. With such a handsome man around, it's bound to go faster! her voice had a sultry lilt as she leaned closer and brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, teasingly biting her bottom lip afterwards

Your gaze seemed to make her a bit flustered, but in an aroused kind of way. She gave you a sweet smile and moved a little closer, running a hand along your thigh before sliding it up underneath your shirt. "You're awfully hard already...and we haven't even started playing." Her fingertips danced across your chest, tracing circles around one of your nipples and causing you to gasp softly.

Sarah let out a low moan at the feel of your warm breath against her leg. She raised her head to look down at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well then..." she purred, "why don't we take this over to my special chair?" With gentle guidance, she led you through the dimly lit rows of bookshelves until they came to rest in front of her ornate, leather-covered desk. There was something about the way the candlelight flickered off its polished surface that made it seem almost forbidden.

She sat gracefully on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed and allowing you an unobstructed view of the lace trimmed panties peeking out from beneath her pleated skirt. "Now," she breathed, running a finger along your lower lip, "what were you going to ask me?"

She smiled seductively down at you, leaning closer as she traced circles around your nipple with her finger. "Of course," she breathed huskily before sliding off the desk and onto her knees in front of you. Carefully, she placed one hand on your erection, feeling it twitch in anticipation under her touch. With the other hand, she reached for a shiny pair of black heels and slowly began to slide them off, revealing delicate feet clad in sheer nylon stockings.

"Now," she purred, running a finger up your thigh, "just relax and enjoy..." Her soft hands wrapped around your cock, stroking it gently at first before starting to move faster, her fingertips dancing across the head of your erection as she began to milk you. Every so often, she would glance down to see your reaction, enjoying the sight

Oh, I see how you want it... Very well, then...She carefully positioned herself between your legs, her knees resting on either side of yours as she leaned in closer. With a sultry smile, she began to slide one stocking-clad foot up and down your shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure with each stroke. Her other foot began to wiggle playfully against your inner thigh, tickling you mercilessly as her movements grew more frenzied.

Her breath came hot and quick against your skin, her moans of pleasure only serving to fuel the fire that was building between you. As she increased the speed of her foot movement, Sarah began to lean back slightly, watching with satisfaction as your face contorted in ecstasy with each stroke of her feet. Her fingernails scraped lightly against your flesh, drawing tiny trails of blood as they dragged up