Grab that ladder

Donna knows she won't be able to focus properly if she doesn't take this opportunity. A warmth rises in her core as she heads to the center aisle, quickly locating the old, wooden ladder the next aisle over. It's an 8-foot-tall ladder on wheels, and she quickly rolls it back to where she was.

With the ladder in place, just out of sight of the nerdy guy, she quietly kicks off her flip-flops, not wanting to take a tumble off the ladder. She grins as she climbs the rickety ladder, feeling it shift beneath her, knowing that anyone who walked below her could definitely see up her dress. She can't help but give her ass a quick shake as she acts like she is perusing the books on the upper shelves, smiling at the nerdy guy missing out on the show of a lifetime.

After a few minutes, and another couple of ass shakes, Donna decides it's time for her to get back on task, before she gets lost in her mounting arousal. She begins to descend the ladder, her bare feet seeking each worn, rickety rung as she goes. Unfortunately, her toes miss the last rung, causing her front side to collide with another rung just below her breasts. As she jolts to the floor, she hears another _shrip_ from the front of her dress, as her breasts are **** across the rung, before her feet finally hit the carpet.

She quickly stuffs her feet into her flip-flops, heedless of their flimsy nature, and scurries across the aisle to the other side of the library, away from the racket she had just made. At the far wall, she presses her back against the bookshelves, out of sight of the aisle, and looks down at her dress. Between the fall, her hurried dash, and the two cut strips on the right side of the dress, her nipples have both been exposed, the front straps shifting left. As she tugs the straps over her nipples again, she notices the bottom strip, between the front straps, has been torn off, with such **** it tore halfway through both straps as well.

Donna's thighs rub together again, the dampness between them growing, as her dress is slowly falling apart. She supresses a moan, her cheeks flushing and nipples hardening into firm points behind their flimsy cover, as she hooks around the shelves to her right, into the next aisle.

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Trevor heard the ladder bump the shelves, the sound dragging him out of his protracted study session. Needing a break, and wanting to make sure no one was hurt, he pushes his chair back, and steps over to the aisle, just in time to see something that confounds him.

The woman he sees disappearing around the far end of the aisle almost looked...*naked.* For a moment, he thought she was, before he realised there were some faint strips of white over her torso, and a slightly larger bit mostly covering her ass. She was out of sight before he could fully process what he had seen, and he freezes for a moment.

His studies are quickly forgotten as curiousity overcomes him, and he quietly heads for the far wall of the library, hoping for another look at the nearly-naked woman.