Library girl

Carina waited in the library. When I came back she was already sliding her dress off her shoulders. I watched the fabric slip down her narrow hips. Underneath she wore nothing but a thin white bra and matching panties. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and eased them down her smooth thighs. Her bra followed, straps slipping over her arms. Naked now, she climbed onto the table and spread her legs. Two fingers slipped between her pink folds and moved in a slow circle. Her free hand cupped one small breast, pinching the stiff nipple until it darkened. She rubbed faster, breath hitching, hips rolling against her own hand. Wet sounds rose with every stroke. She came with a quick shudder, thighs trembling, eyes half-closed. I set my papers down and stepped closer. The real test was only beginning.