"Oh, I just remembered, " said Gayle. "All of our really old papers are down here in the locked archive. If you'll follow me..."
She flashed a quick smile at Casey. Unsure, she follows the librarian down the dimly lit corridor and into what looks like an old bank vault. All of the walls were floor to ceiling lined with shelves of ancient books and very yellowed newspapers.
Gayle slid the ladder along the runner and points to the top shelf.
"The one you want is on the top shelf. Why don't you climb up so you can find the exact one you need?"
"Climb up, " the voice said. "Keep your legs wide apart for her so she can have a nice look!"
"Ok..." Casey crosses the room and slowly climbs the ladder, trying hard to keep her knees wide apart.
Gayle comes up behind her, at the base of the ladder. As Casey looks down, she notices that Gayle's eyes are lighting up as she takes in the view of the moist cunt above her.
"Are you finding everything you wanted...or is there something more I could help you with?" Gayle says, now flashing a wicked smile.
"Ask her if she sees anything she likes," said the voice.
Casey looks down at Gayle. "Uhm...do you see anything you like...uh for my report."
Gayle smiles broadly and slowly licks her lips.
"Let me help you."
Gayle slowly climbs up the ladder behind Casey, keeping her hands tightly grasped around the handrails, sliding them up as she goes. After her first step, her forearms catch the hem of Casey's skirt, and gently hikes it up as she climbs. After two more steps, Casey's skirt is hiked up, exposing her moistened quim and the base of her ass.
She takes her right hand off the ladder and runs it slowly across Casey's bare ass, touching it ever so gently, before raising her hand to gently stroke her neck.
"Oops. I seem to have stumbled on something here..."
Casey turns to face the wall, uncertain, as Gayle climbs up another step. Her pelvis cupping Casey's bare ass. She leans forward and gently kisses Casey on the back of the neck before whispering into her ear, "You look good enough to eat. Do you want to find something on the shelf or should I look into your vault..."
As she speaks this last word, she moves her left hand from cupping Casey's ass to brushing over her pussy hair.
Casey turns slowly, her pussy responding to Gayle's gentle touch.
"Shall we go someplace more comfortable?" |