Hit on the librarian

You hit on the librarian. Sure, she's as old as your mom, but she keeps herself in ridiculously good shape. you have known for years that she's an avid biker swimmer and jogger in her off time when she's not at the library or volunteering at the local animal shelter. When she's at the library though, there's lots of clothes to hide that fit frame of hers. Lots of sweaters and thick skirts, though even through those, she doesn't disappoint, but you'd have to stare to notice.

You've noticed.

"Doris," you say stretching her name out deliciously, barely above a breathing whisper at her desk. She looks up and smiles at you. You wet your lips and decide to banter for a minute.