She spent the rest of the day trying to turn him on. She brushed against him whenever she could, leaned low over his desk so he could see down her neckline, and when she talked to him she stroked his arm.

By quitting time the poor guy was practically panting every time she came near him. Polly figured it was time for her big move.

"Jeffrey," she said, "there's a number of books I want to take home, and I can't carry them all. Could I persuade you to bring some over to my house in your car?"

"Oh, of course, Polly," he said eagerly.

Polly grabbed a pile of books and thrust them into his arms. She drove home with him following her, getting more excited by the second. Her horniness was back in full force, even though she'd masturbated several times yesterday. She needed a stiff cock urgently. She just hoped of Jeffrey was prepared to take on the job.

He followed her into the house, carrying the load of books, and Polly had him set them on the dining room table.

"Thank you, Jeffrey," she purred, "you're an angel. Can I offer you a drink?"

"A glass of milk would be fine, Polly," he said.

Oh, terrific, Polly thought. But she smiled as she brought the milk, and she said, "Just make yourself comfortable in the living room, Jeffrey, and I'll be right with you."

She went to her bedroom and stripped naked. Then she took a nearly sheer black negligee from the closet and put it on, no bra or panties underneath. If that didn't give Jeffrey the right idea nothing would.

She strolled back into the living room, and when he saw her, his mouth dropped open and he nearly spilled his milk.

"Mmmmmmm, that's better," Polly purred as she sat down next him on the couch. "It's nice to get out of my work clothes."