Don't drool. Let her think you don't really care about her beauty. Talk to her. Listen to her. Let her make the first move.”“Her first move wi...l be in the opposite direction. I don't have a chance with her.”“Suit yourself. Someone should be tapping that. It could be you.” He finished his coffee and took the envelope inside.As the days passed, I noticed her more and more. Shorts weren't allowed in our part of the building. Women wore pants or casual skirts. Loni pushed the dress code. This spring would be her twentieth anniversary at the library. Except for Sundays, this was her life. She considered herself a plain looking women and believed that is also how the outside world viewed her. The exotic adventures that she had lived had only been through the creation of her own mind. Once when she was young she had felt the passion of a man, had felt his body heavy upon her, his needs pleasuring her desires. But that was long ago. Sometimes in the cold of night his memory still. He left my panties on for the time being and lightly stroked my slit, feeling the wetness. He abruptly pulsed my panties down and threw them away before throwing his head into my mound. His tongue worked his way up the lips, slipping inside for a second then starting over. I pushed my hands on his head and lifted my hips once more.I wondered if anyone was watching us but that just made the situation hotter. Finally he pressed his lips against my clit. I practically screamed in ecstasy as he. I’ve made some money flipping houses and find it hard to meet ladies. Especially someone as beautiful as you Mrs. Smith.” I said. “Call me Candy. Is this your first time going on a date, like this?” she said. I nodded my head “Yes!” We both smiled. “This is my first date in a hotel room. I was kind of curious what you like me to do. Like I said on the phone, most men want to show me off out in public. I’ll be honest my husband did not want me to do this but when you were ok with me.