As you bring her out of trance, you decide that since she's dressed for a hot night out that she should treat the library that way, while accepting that she's the only one who dresses up for it.
She picks up the book, and continues to read, but her body language is different: as she's reading, she lets one strap of her top slip off her shoulder, and leaves it that way.
You decide to have some fun, and approach her. "Hey, there."
She looks up at you and smiles. "Hey there, stud," she says.
"I saw you down the isle and I just had to come and meet you. You look just fantastic," you say to her evenly.
She starts standing up. "One does like to impress. Mmmmmm," she says, raising herself up to her full 6'3" height (with her 4" heels), stretching to show off her boobs. She towers over you, standing close, making it hard not just to look at her newly enhanced cleavage.
Not that she seems to mind. "You like what you see, do you?"
"That I do. There's really no comparing with anyone else here."
She reaches out a hand, and caresses your cheek, and then dropping it further down to caress your chest. "I do like perceptive males. They tend to learn more quickly. I value that in a stud-y partner," she says, with emphasis, as she cups the lump in your pants.
"Hardcover, I see," she smirks at you.
"Naturally," you tell her. "Mind if I leaf a little through your pages?" you return, bringing your hand under her skirt. You stroke her labia a little, and she coos.
"I just came here today to get through a reading assignment," she tells you. "But I could definitely use a study break. Shall we adjourn to the stairwell?" she smiles.
"After you," you reply. |