She wore a low-cut blouse that was black. the sphagetti straps would be revealed occasionally through a pull over sweater that barely covered her from the front. the contour of it's shape accentuated her bust-line and made it hard not to stare. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and the way she kept looking at me made it clear that she hadn't asked me here just to help her find a book.
"I've been having such a hard time with this project." Her voice was crackling with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
"Do you think you might be able to help me out with something else while we're here?"
I hesitated for a moment, partially out of nervousness, but mostly out of desire to stretch out whatever was coming next to fully enjoy it's impact...
"Sure... I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to help you out. What was it that you had in mind?"
"I was hoping you could read me to me while I focus my attention on something..."
I was beginning to get the idea of what it was she was suggesting, and I felt the blood swelling my member slightly with every word.
"I was hoping that you could read to me, just pick something from the shelf and I want do something for you that I've been wanting to do for a long time. I know how you feel about me, and you've been very flirtatious with me for the last few weeks. I don't want you to think I'm not interested."