Cindy was a cute neighbor of ours in Nashua, N.H. and although I attended Northeastern in Boston, Mass, I would often meet her while home visiting my parents on weekends. Cindy was going to modeling school in Boston and was a lovely, long-legged brunette who definitely loved to strut her stuff, and did she ever have the right stuff to strut.
We had previously had a short but rather hot affair and we were definitely attracted to each other. Frankly her body drove me crazy, as I had once managed to have those beautiful long legs wrapped around me and couldn't quite get them out of my head. Cindy was a hot lady who was willing to show it when or where ever she chose.
I was home for the weekend, and needed to do some research at the local library. I Had been there for some hours, and feeling a bit bored with the project when Cindy showed up. It was about 4:30 and the library was due to close soon, so there were literally no people about, just Cindy, Myself and the librarian. She was busy doing last minute clean up stuff at the other end of the library.
Spending a Saturday at the library was not my idea of fun. I liked the old place though as it had an aura of conservative decadence about it. It had apparently been willed to the town by a wealthy local family and its marble floors, and pillars along with rows of large oak tables and book stacks gave it a look of solid stability.
I had tucked myself into a secluded corner with lots of old reference books spread about my large oak table. Diffuse light drifted through the high windows and bathed the whole area in a surreal aura that reminded me of an old Gothic Church. Some libraries are like that. Sort of a place where talking aloud would surely bring the dreaded "Shhh" from the conservative high collared Librarian. Stuffy decadence at its best.
My mind had been on high all afternoon and was now tired and feeling in need of rest. But then Cindy came gliding toward me from between the stacks, she was candy to my tired mind, and visions of sugar plums began to dance in my head.
"We are closing soon", the librarian announced in a firm voice.
"Oh, I'll just be a few minutes," replied Cindy. The words dancing on her lips.
She sat on the oak table I was working at. I'm sure she was aware that her dress had moved up, as she hiked herself up to sit on the table, showing off her sexy long legs. As she spoke, my eyes wandered to her legs, and I noted as she moved back on the table, that her skirt was riding higher on her legs. I still had fond memories of those luscious legs wrapped around me and it was causing some sweet fantasies to replay in my mind. I
She pulled me back to reality with her questions.
"So how is school going? Do you like being away from home?"
"My major keeps me busy, and the city is a nice change from this small hick town."
"Yeah I bet. I like modeling as I can get the hell out of here too. Have you met any girls there?"
My eyes traveled to her pristine white panties that were barely visible below the edge of her short skirt. It was obvious she was aware that I had this view, but she only smiled when I raised my eyes back to hers. We continued our discussion and she repeatedly moved her legs about seeming to me to strike one pose after another all of which had the effect of making me want to rip her clothes off.
Her legs opened even further as she pretended not to notice and made some point or other, all of which at this point was beginning to totally escape me. I continued to stare at her sweet little panties and she kept up her teasing demeanor. I suspect, hoping I would ask her out and we could renew our previous erotic experiences.
Little did she know, she didn't have to speak at all. Her cute little panty show had gotten my full attention. I couldn't help but think to myself this hot little lady wants me tonight, but I had other ideas - I wanted her now.
I soon tired of her teasing, and as she moved herself in front of me on the table, I grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart; looking up and smiling at her as I did so. I ran my hands slowly and provocatively up the outside of her legs. The whole while smiling at her and carefully gauging the effect it was having . Her legs were already warming and even more so as I switched to her inner thighs.
She smiled back and gave me one of her "do me baby" looks as I raised her ankles forcing her to fall back upon the oak table. Her back now nestled amongst my book clutter. Her clogs fell off and her beautiful feet in the air, even furthered her sexy image.