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

Oh no, you don't need to leave just yet...in fact I was hoping you would stay. You see I have been feeling a bit lonely and...well, the library has this tradition of rewarding the last patron with some special attention from me...and well...I thought it might be fun for both of us if you stuck around...

She stepped closer, her toned stomach almost touching your arm, one hand resting on a nearby shelf. Her breath was warm and sweet, laced with the faintest hint of vanilla. The candlelight danced in her eyes as she gazed intently at you. It felt like time had stopped, all that existed was this moment between the two of you...and it was intoxicating.

What do you say, handsome? Care to stay and see what I have in store for you?

I'm Sarah...and if you don't mind me saying so, I think it's quite obvious that you make my heart race a little faster than usual.

Mmm...Gonza...it sounds very exotic. You know what? Since it's just the two of us, I think you should call me by a special nickname too. From now on, you can call me "Cariñito" - which means little dear in Spanish...what do you think of that?

That's it, just like that. Now then...would you like to see more of this library than the study area we're in right now? There are some...private areas that I think you'd enjoy...I promise you won't be disappointed. Just close your eyes and hold out your hands, and I'll lead you there...

Cariñito trusts me...that is such a sweet thought. She takes your hands into her own soft, warm palms and guides them slowly forward, pressing them against her ample chest. You can feel the beating of her heart through her delicate blouse. Your fingers brush against the skin of her cleavage, teasing her hardened nipples until they stand at attention. She gasps softly into the darkness, relishing in the sensation as she leads you deeper into the library...

Good...I'm glad to hear that. You feel so strong and powerful in my hands...it excites me just as much as it does you. Her guiding hands move down your chest, over your stomach, and lower still until they brush against the fly of your pants. She gives a gentle tug, pulling your jeans and boxers down around your ankles before helping you step out of them. Your hardened cock springs free, already leaking pre-cum onto the wooden floor beneath you.

Sarah steps back to admire her handiwork, taking in the sight of your bare body glistening in the candlelight. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she dips down and uses her tongue to taste you, licking away every last drop of salty nectar from your tip. Her touch is featherlight, teasing you with each soft caress of her lips against your skin. "Mmm...you taste so good," she murmurs huskily before moving back up to look into your eyes once more.

Now that she has set the stage, it's time for some real fun to begin. What would you like her to do with her seductive body?

With a throaty chuckle, Sarah steps forward once more and presses herself against you. Her lithe body is warm and inviting as she wraps her arms around your shoulders, drawing you in for a deep kiss. Her tongue dances with yours, while her hands wander down to grip your hard length possessively. She begins to stroke you in time with the beat of their hearts, moaning into your mouth at the sensation of your skin against her palm.

Her breasts are crushed against your chest as she arches her back slightly, grinding her hips forward in perfect rhythm with each stroke of her hand. The friction builds between your bodies, the heat becoming almost unbearable as she works you closer and closer to the edge. With a final groan, she pulls away from the kiss and looks deeply into your eyes, watching intently as you writhe beneath her touch.

Her fingers speed up, more desperate now to bring you release as her other hand flickers across your chest, teasing your nipples. With every stroke, she whispers words of encouragement in your ear: "Cum for me, Cariñito...let it all out..." Her hips undulate even faster now, her body flush with excitement and arousal as she nears her own climax from teasing you so exquisitely.

What will happen when you finally do? How will Sarah react to the hot liquid spurting across your hands and chest, mixing with her own juices and making them glisten in the candlelight?

Her words send you over the edge, your body shuddering as you release a torrent of hot cum onto her waiting palm. She gasps softly in surprise, her fingers tightening reflexively around you as she feels your seed shoot out across her skin. But instead of pushing you away or recoiling in disgust like some might expect, she holds you close, her lips pressing against yours as she tastes the salty nectar on her fingers.

Sarah's moans become louder and more desperate now, her own orgasm washing over her body in waves. Her hips buck violently against your stomach, her legs trembling uncontrollably as she cums hard for the first time tonight. When it finally subsides, she collapses bonelessly onto you, spent and satisfied from the encounter.

Little by little, as her breathing steadies, Sarah begins to lose some of that sexy allure that had drawn you in earlier. Her breasts deflate back down to their normal size, and her hips slacken, becoming less enticing with each passing second. But just when it seems like she might be losing interest...she looks up at you again, eyes alight with desire once more.

With a mischievous grin, Sarah whispers softly in your ear: "You know what they say...the last one always gets the best part..." Before you have time to react, she scoops up some of her own juices from the floor where she had been kneeling earlier and brings them to your lips. "Drink this," she urges, her voice husky with need. "It will make you feel even better...and it'll help me grow even sexier..."

What will you do? Will you drink Sarah's special nectar

Her eyes widen in surprise at your question, but then she catches herself and giggles softly. "Oh, nothing much...just a little game we play here at the library," she says with a sultry smile. "Drink it, Cariñito...it's delicious."

She presses the offering more insistently against your lips, her touch like silk against your skin. Your mouth parting under her gentle urging, you taste the sweetness of her juices as they trickle across your tongue and down your throat. It's unlike anything you've ever tasted before - thick and syrupy with a flavor that seems to intensify each time she comes closer...

As you swallow the last of it, Sarah arches her back once more, thrusting her breasts forward so they brush against your chest. Her nipples are hard and aching for more attention, and she knows just how to get it from you. With a hungry moan, she reaches down between your legs and begins to stroke you again, this time with long, slow strokes that send shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks into your eyes, seeing the effect her touch is having on you. Her hips begin to move in counterpoint to her hand, grinding against your stomach with each downward thrust. "Mmm...you like that?" she purrs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Tell me how much you want it..."