The library tended to be quiet on weekday evenings. It gave me the opportunity to daydream and fantasize without fear of interruption. You were there again, that night. Sitting in your corner, studying quietly. No matter how friendly I was, how attentive and eager I was for you to notice me, you were distant. Not cold or rude – just.. distracted.
I felt like I had tried every subtle way to get you to notice me the past few months – a little mascara and blush; better fitting clothes, heels so my legs looked longer and leaner. You were exactly my type – although it seemed I wasn't yours. You would be consumed by the books and your notes and the thoughts in your head, and not notice the shy girl behind the counter.
You had no idea of the dirty things I daydreamed about as I watched you. You couldn't possibly know how I straddled my vibrator before I went to sleep, grinding to orgasm, wishing it was your cock. Wishing that you would kiss me with the dedication and passion you showed your studies.
The night you noticed me didn't feel any different. I hadn't made any particular effort with my appearance, wasn't overtly aware of your movements that evening., I was returning some books to the dark recesses of the Behavioral Science section when I felt your presence behind me. I don’t know how I recognized your scent – but somehow I knew it was you, and I could feel your eyes on my ass as I reached for the top shelf.
I turned my head and caught the heat in your eyes. You must have seen the same in mine, as you took two steps and grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands. Your momentum pushed me into the bookshelf, leaving me trapped between books about anthropology, and your warm torso. You leaned your head into my neck – right at that sensitive spot behind my ear, and inhaled. And then you kissed my neck with all the passion I had been dreaming of.
I couldn't help grinding against you, feeling how aroused you were pressed up against me. Your hands gripping my ass through my skirt. My excitement must have shone through my eyes, because you broke away and met my blushing grin with a smirk of your own. You leaned into me and whispered “I have been watching you when you haven’t been paying attention.. I didn't think it would take this long to get you on your own”.
You took my hand and lead me towards a room marked “PRIVATE”. At this point I was trembling with anticipation. I could feel my panties were damp, and my nipples hard. We were in a small, dark but clean room with books stacked in the corners. There was a small sofa on one wall, which you walked towards, pulling me down to straddle your lap as you sat. My skirt bunched up around my waist as my legs spread around yours, and you pulled me down so my clit was pressed against your cock.
The way you kissed me makes my fantasies a distant memory. I moaned against your mouth as your hands ran up and down my back, tugging my shirt out of my skirt. And then your warm hands were on my skin, and I couldn't think of anything else except getting rid of our clothes and having you inside me. I broke away from our kiss and started to undo the small buttons on my blouse. You saw my hands shaking, and took over. As my top fell away from my shoulders, I heard you take a breath. My breasts were in front of you, waiting to be released from my bra. You reached behind and undid the clasp and before the fabric had fallen from my chest, your mouth and hands were covering, kissing, stroking my hardened nipples. You leaned back and held the weight of each breast in your hands, breathing deeply and watching me intently.
I was so aroused that I needed to hold off for a moment. I pulled away and stood, wriggled out of my skirt, and stood there in front of you in my panties, suspenders, and heels. It took a mere second for you to pull your shirt over your head, arch to tug your jeans and underwear off, and then I was there – kneeling in front of you with your cock in my mouth. One of your hands was resting on the back of my head, fingers tangled in my curls. I could taste your arousal immediately, and I had my head bobbing up and down, feeling the ridges and veins of your cock with my lips and tongue. You started to make a deep, groaning sound and took me by the shoulders to kneel up.
You rose from the sofa, letting your hard cock brush across my face. You knelt with me, kissing me deeply, before pushing me upwards to stand. I stood there as you inhaled the scent from my panties, then dragged them over my hips and thighs to the floor. You wrapped your arm around my hips, and crushed my mound to your mouth. My legs were closed, but you burrowed your tongue until it hit the hood of my clit. I gasped and lost my balance but you didn't cease, you held me tight until you had tasted what you wanted.
I was struggling to stand, so you lead me back to the sofa, laid my head against the arm, and lifted my leg to rest on the back cushion. I lay there, open and vulnerable for you, trembling and pulsating. My body was craving contact, but you were not to be rushed. You lowered yourself to your knees, leaned in to me, and ran your tongue in one firm motion from my entrance, up to my clit, where you rested you lips as I lay, gasping.
My thighs were slick with my own juice, and without lifting your mouth, you took two fingers and pushed them against me. My body enveloped your fingers as you pushed them further, curling them, making me lift off the cushions. One hand held my hip down, one hand was inside me, and your mouth was kissing my most sensitive place. You could feel the tension in my lower half rising, but didn't try to hold me back, you graciously brought me to the furious release I had been craving. I could feel myself building to orgasm, hands gripping the cushions and legs tensed around your torso. Your fingers were relentless as you must have felt my inner walls pulsing, gripping and treating your fingers as a hard cock, as my whole body reacted to the pleasure.
When the fireworks of my orgasm had dissipated, I came to – opening my eyes and seeing you standing over me, your cock in your hand, stroking it lazily. You looked so different from the unassuming guy from the corner of the library. You looked self-assured; entirely in control, and very satisfied to watch me lying there, flushed and naked, catching my breath below you.
I wanted to kiss you some more while I recovered, but you wanted to fuck me. I could see it in your eyes, and the way you knelt over me, possessing me by invading my space. There was no resistance as the head of your cock nudged my sopping entrance. With once lunge, you entered me fully, and took my breath away with a kiss.
I had no choice but to accept the frantic pace you set. Your hips were slamming into mine as your cock drove it’s way into me, again and again. You lifted one of my legs over your shoulder to increase contact and depth, and suddenly your pelvis was grinding at my clit, eliciting a deep moan from me. You must have felt those flutters inside me start, because you let yourself go then – no longer concerned that I might not cum, you moved for your own pleasure, hips slamming against me, long strokes in and out. I started to come around you, clutching your ass to keep you inside, but as soon as I asserted myself, you pulled out and pressed your length against my pubic bone – finishing me off by putting pressure on my clit, and cumming over my stomach and tits, before collapsing over me.
We lay there, a sticky, breathless heap until our heart rates slowed and you raised up on to your elbows. You looked me in the eye, smiled, and introduced yourself. Finally.
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