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?"

Her eyes narrowed playfully at your request as she contemplated your offer. "Well," she began slowly, her voice low and sultry, "if you're very good...perhaps I'll let you try." She rose gracefully from her seat on the desk, towering over you before gently lowering herself down until her legs were either side of your shoulders.

With a small grin, she drew one foot up and rested it against your chest, her toes curling as they brushed against your shirt. "Now..." She traced circles around your Adam's apple with a fingertip, "you can start by paying attention." Her other leg followed suit, hooking behind your head in an intimate position that left you feeling completely and utterly at her mercy.

You feel her breath tickle your ear as she whispers softly, "lick me, please...I want you to worship my feet." With each word, her scent fills your nose, a delicate floral perfume that mingles with the musky undertone of arousal.

Her toes wiggle and curl, pushing against your lips and inviting you closer. Your tongue darts out, exploring every curve and crevice of her foot while she closes her eyes and lets out a satisfied moan. The arch of her foot presses into your lips, granting you access to the soft flesh beneath. You taste her desire, her excitement, her anticipation as she begins to rock her hips gently forward and back.

"Mmmm..." she hums, moving her other foot closer to meet its counterpart on your chest. "So good...you're making me so wet..." Her voice trails off as she lets out a quiet groan, her hips rocking faster now, her breasts pressing against your face as she leans forward, offering them to you. But for now, it's her feet you must focus on, relishing in the taste and texture of her skin, the way it feels stretched tight across the bones of her toes, the warmth emanating from them. With each lick, with each nibble, she moans louder, more urgently, begging you not to stop.

You could feel her body tensing up beneath you, her breath becoming shallow and labored. "Yes...like that..." she panted, arching her back even further as your tongue traced a slow circle around her navel. "Almost there..." Her muscles clenched rhythmically, her hips bucking wildly against your face as her climax neared. Finally, with a long, low moan that echoed through the quiet library, she came, her body shuddering and trembling in release.

She let out a soft sigh of satisfaction before easing herself back down to the ground, her feet still resting against your chest. Looking down at you with hooded eyes, she ran a hand through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. "That was...quite enjoyable," she purred. "And now..." Her voice took on a teasing lilt as she drew closer

She leaned in close, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispered, "Now it's time to see what else I can do..." Her fingers trailed along the side of your face before slipping into your hair and guiding your mouth towards hers. With a soft moan, she kissed you deeply, their tongues dancing together as her other hand slid down your chest and between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin beneath her touch.

The taste of her lips and the feel of her body against yours send a wave of desire coursing through you, making it difficult to think of anything else but how much more of her you want to experience. Her kiss only deepens, more demanding now as she pushes you back onto the chair, her hips grinding against yours in time with their lips and tongues.

Her free hand reaches up to unpin her hair, letting it tumble around her shoulders