I was in the university's library using their computer to type up a story I was working on. The place was dead, not a soul in sight, just the way I like it. I was lost in my story when a familiar scent drifted past my nose, one so good I closed my eyes and moaned quietly. When I opened them again, I saw her.
She had strawberry blonde hair done up in a tight bun, held in place by two chopsticks. A loose white blouse and a form fitting black pencil skirt were paired with black back seam stockings and dark purple pumps. She was pushing a cart loaded with books when she turned the corner she glanced my way. That was when I looked into the most beautiful hazel eyes, framed by dark purple oval glasses. In those eyes, I saw only lust.
I pulled away from the computer and followed her, quietly, pretending to look at books on the shelves around me. She kept glancing back over her shoulder smiling. She removed a book from her cart, bending at the waist to put it on the very bottom shelf. I watched as her skirt rode up enough to show lacie stocking tops. I groaned...nearly dropping the book I was pretending to read.
She laughed slightly. The sound of her heels clicking and wheels squeaking resumed as she rounded the next corner. I waited a few moments before following. I rounded the corner and nearly ran into the cart full of books. She was nowhere in site but on the handle of the cart hung one of her heels. The other was laying on the floor a few steps ahead next to something else dark purple. I crouched down, stunned to find a pair silk boyshorts.
I heard a giggle and looked up in time to watch a stocking clad foot disappear around another shelf. I walked quickly to the corner, and turned to find it empty. A seductive voice called out to me, "Gonna have to do better than that sweetie." A small giggle punctuates her statement.
