As Jim and Rick watched an older man, bald on top with greying hair around, stepped from a back room speakin in hushed tones. "Ms. Curtis, have we received the shipment from the North Street Library today?", he asked, eyes in a ledger before the bespactacled face looked up and caught a glimpse of Ms. Curtis.
"Ms. Curtis - is this what you consider appropriate library wear?", the suit and tie wearing man asked, boggled by the woman's audacity to wear such an outfit.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stein, but none of the patrons have complained.", she said rising to her feet and walking to a stack of books. "Surely this outfit can't be... that inappropriate."
Her voice flowed from her mouth in naturally hushed tones that carried a fluid sexuality along the flowing river of her words - a river that did not so much drip with sexuality as pour it in a cascading waterfall over the ears of the listener.
Jim and Rick gulped - but their prespective from the patrons side of the desk was not as good as Mr. Stein's. He watched the swaying, tightly encased backside of Ms. Curtis as she sensually made her way to the books, then bent over at the waist, disappearing from the view of the two young men, but amplifying the view of her perfect behind for the now sweating Mr. Stein as she looked over the stack of books.
She pulled a number of books from the stack and turned as she stood, giving Mr. Stein a view down her tight sweater as her upper body reached parralel to his line of vision and then straight at her bosom straining the sweater. The books resting below her swelling breasts, seemed almost a display shelf for the shelf of magnificent mammaries that was a part of Ms. Curtis' body.
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