The low murmuring of muffled whispers and the sounds of turning pages filled the quaint quiet Library. The low whirring sounds of the ceiling fan adds the to the quiet comfortable atmosphere of the room.

Two people sat on a long rectangular table, just opposite each other each holding a book of interest. If you were an onlooker you would mistake these two as mere strangers and not at all acquainted with each other.

However, these two people have always come here on a Saturday every week for one year as if there was an unspoken tacit agreement that this was now a thing they do every Saturday.

But these two strange individuals don't even know each other's name. The words they have uttered to each other when they accidentally made physical contact barely even form a sentence.

The girl is called Ayame Kame a 20-year real estate agent. She brushes back her dark short shyly. Sneaking a glance just at the top edge of her book at the young man in front of her.

He was an intriguing character, silver hair, long soft eye-lashes that's almost feminine. Soft oval face and skin as pale as snow. His silver brows furrowed in concentration as his eyes became transfixed on his book like glue.

Ayame sighed softly afraid of drawing attention to herself. Today would be the day she told herself. She has hyped herself up before walking towards the familiar route to the library just a mile away from her apartment.

She walked up to those familiar cobbled steps and up towards the slightly open door of the library. The warm air circulating around the room made her smile and she inhaled deeply loving the slight smell of paper and the dry ink that wafted around the room.

Glancing at the corner. Their corner. Ayame smiled softly at that. Was a flashed of silver and a familiar figure hunched over reading another volume of the Rangers Apprentice. Gingerly, she glided over and sat opposite him. Pulling the wooden chair with scruffy and faded blue cushion. Ayame pulled out a book which is covered in a black protective film so that no one can see the title. It was a small pocketbook and she would be too embarrassed if he or anyone else knows that she was reading erotica.

Brief flashback now over. Ayame returned her attention to her 'innocent little book.'

"His hands caress her bosom gently. With expert ease as he unhooks her bra using just his index finger and thumb.'

How lewd~

Ayame chastises the novel half-heartedly. She bit her lips in quiet anticipation. Her breathing now becoming quite ragged and heavy.  She squirms quietly on the chair, squeezing her legs tight together as she feels the familiar discharge of fluids from her genital area.

Suddenly Ayame felt a gaze on her and she couldn't help but turn red when his blue eyes became fixed on her. Eyes wide in wonder and curiosity.

She couldn't help but dive down and hide behind her book. She yelp suddenly when their feet touch. It wasn't a proper contact, she just felt a slight brush but that still got her heart beating like mad and stomach filled with butterflies.

She gulps. Shyly and as nonchalant as possible she moves her feet hoping to brush against his.

*touch*

She finds her feet now resting atop his. She thought she would be able to feel the coarse semi-hard surface of his shoes but all she felt was the silky soft fabric of his socks. She smiled.

He's like me. He takes off his shoes as it's comfier.

She stretches lazily leaning back onto the hard backrest of the chair. Her legs raise as she yawns and she made the startling discovery that her stocking covered foot made contact with his member.

She turns red and was to shock to move her foot. She froze in place and she was now stuck in an awkward position. He too has his mouth wide open in quiet shock. His blue eyes dilated slightly.

"...Wh..w-ha... whhaatt.. umm.. ehh.. what are you doing..?" he stammered quietly.

Ayame couldn't answer him. First and foremost because Ayame was too embarrassed. She couldn't even look him in the eye. Two is because she was too distracted by his voice. His soft silvery quiet voice. She sighs blissfully. Her ears have been blessed today.

She eyed him carefully soaking in the red creeping in as his neck turned crimson and the redness crawled all the way to his ears. He shuffled back to his seat uncomfortably. That should have been her cue, the signal to stop. Stop this queer madness that's happening right now. She should have removed her foot and mumble out unintelligible excuses but Ayame did none of those things.

Instead, she pressed her toes further in curling it towards his bulge. She even went as far as to pull her chair closer towards the table so she has more leverage and more reach. He made a strange strangled sound when she pressed her foot tracing the shape of his cock with her toe. Ayame just watched and savoured. His low grunts and choked-moans are music to her ears and spurred on her indecent actions.

They both said nothing. To shy to even speak yet there was this sense of power; control that empowered her every movement. The young man opposite her turned his head and averted his eyes, but he was trembling. His body dance to the rhythm of her movement. Ayame watched as he closed his eyes tight. She couldn't help but smirk as she settled into a rhythm stroking his bulging cock now using both of her feet.

His laboured breath overpowered the background noise, she finds it almost defeating yet she savoured it. She licks her lips in excitement as she shamelessly drops the book on the floor. His eyes snap wide open and now looking at her. She gave him a seductive grin as she slowly went down on the table yet she did not pick up the book.

Like a hunter stalking its prey, she went down on all fours and crawled towards him under the table. His breath hitched as he feels hands placed on his legs. He tried closing his legs tight but Ayame was stronger than she looks as she easily kept it open. Her mouth dip just hovering on top of his zipper. Using her teeth she held the zip and slowly she brought it down finally revealing a gap where reach out and free his hardened cock.

Eagerly she gave it a few experimental strokes, she smirks when she could feel him tremble in anticipation. His eyes staring down at her in fear. She opened her mouth and stretch out her tongue sensually. He couldn't help but gulp loudly as he watches entranced by her seductive performance. Ayame brought her pink tongue languidly towards the head of his cock and it slithered and coiled round the pink head like a snake. 

"Ahhhh~" 

He moaned out, his face then paled and immediately covered his mouth as he looked around to see if anyone heard him. But no one did and he breathes out a sigh of relief. Then he suddenly felt Ayame enveloping his member with her mouth and he choked out another moan. He bit the side of his lip this time but Ayame is relentless. As she slurps and stroke the sensitive slit on his member.

He couldn't help but tilt his head backwards and close his eyes tight as the pleasure was getting too much and he was releasing so much precum an indication of what was to come.

"..Ahh~... No~.." he sobbed.

Ayame took it upon herself to sheath his member as deep as she could. She grabs him by the waist and pushes her mouth deeper unto him, allowing his cock to push pass her mouth deeper to her throat. She has no gag reflex so she was quite confident in pulling off this manoeuvre. She flicks out her tongue licking and stroking his balls. It tastes a bit sour and smells a bit sweaty, but somehow it just smelled of him and it overwhelmed her senses and amplified her desire. Her mind is hazy and overcome with lust.

She slurped and bob her head up and down as she stroke him with her whole mouth.

"Please..~ No..~ I'm going to CUM!" He cried out loudly.

Ayame immediately took him deep into her throat as he spilt his seed into her and she greedily sucked and swallowed it all not letting a single drop getaway.

The young man heaved heavily, his head slump on the table. Ayame simply crawled out from under the table dabbing the corner of her lips with her floral white hanker chief.

She grabs her things and turned to face him. His eyes dazed and transfixed on her, visibly confused. She curtsied slightly and gave him her sweetest smile.

"Thanks for the meal." She whispered.