Library Tease [teasing] [oral] [ffm]

Studying at home just wasn’t going to work today. Shannon’s house was a hot mess, the chores piling up on every surface, souring the energy she had to finish this paper once and for all.

It had been a whole week of progress, and sacrifice. The house had taken the biggest toll. If she spent one more afternoon here researching and typing away, the scales would tip, and an avalanche of dirty clothes would cascade down the slopes of her mind engulfing her in responsibility, ultimately suffocate the completion of this paper. She had to get out.

It was a fairly long drive to the campus library. And although the downtown library was very spacious and quiet, she usually chose the local book store for some hours of solitude. A ten minute drive as opposed to almost an hour drive to campus.

Plus, the guy slinging coffee there was very pleasant to look at, bookishly quiet, but with friendly blue eyes. It made the study breaks more frequent, but also calmed her nerves to stare at someone for a few minutes. Her eyes could relax for a spell once the pages and letters began to blur. Her mind could escape the cold grasp of scientific journals and recoup from a few sips of coffee.

The store was nearly empty. Except for a couple of employees. Derek, the younger dark haired man with glasses, looked up from his magazines spread out on the coffee bar and greeted her with his familiar smile.

“Hey Shannon,” he said as she came in looking like a mid-morning snack.

He always looked happy to see her. A little more so today, perhaps, since it had been a couple of weeks since she last sought refuge in these stacks. She smiled back with a flirty little wave and went past to her usual spot to get comfortable.

She loved coming here. The smell of coffee and worn pages, leather, lavender plants in the few windows. The labyrinth of curved floor-to-ceiling wooden shelving wove through what seemed like a mile of used hardbacks, archives, magazines, and novels. The nook she preferred was close to a corner in a space that opened up between the shelves, just under a window overflowing with the aroma of the dark purple flowers. It had a decent sized table, and provided enough solitude, but with a line of sight to the coffee guy.

She was wearing her thigh-length green dress with the brown buttons down the front. Mushroom earrings dangled from her ears, short brown leather heels on her feet. Maybe dressed up a bit more than on her usual visits, but only because she was running low on clean clothes. No clean underwear, at all. However, the red lipstick was applied whenever she felt like teasing a guy, and this was the status quo when studying here.

Sometimes she felt like Derek was doing all the teasing.

After setting up an acceptable study location on the table, adjusting the chair on the far side of the table (for the best view), she looked back and saw his eyes turn away quickly. She thought his face looked a little flush, but maybe it was just the lighting. Time for some caffeine.

“May I have a medium coffee?” Her words came effortlessly as she spoke into his lovely blue eyes.

“Of course,” Derek replied with a smile, definitely a shade more pink than usual, “is that it?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Three bucks.” The cup slid in front of her with a stirrer poking from the dark steamy liquid.

“Thanks,” she said handing him a five, I’m gonna need this to stay focused.”

“What’re you working on?”

“Almost done with my research paper. Been working on it all week! I had to get out of the house, needed some of this,” holding up the coffee cup, “and a change of scenery.” She smirked and turned around, flipping the hem of her dress out a few inches as she did.

Sugar and cream were on a little table opposite the bar. Grabbing three sugar packets and gathering them between her finger and thumb, she gave them a couple of shakes. She imagined his gaze lingering over her booty, noticing the slight wiggle resonating through her tight body.

Glancing back confirmed this. He turned a little more red around the cheeks, as his eyes darted away. She chuckled and walked back into the book mine.

Back to work.

About an hour into delving into peer-reviewed articles and reference pages, she sipped her last sip from the paper cup, and her attention slipped. Her hands were tense from typing; her leg was cramping having absent mindedly made it’s way under her other to be sat on for who knows how long. She pulled her leg out and leaned back stretching her entire body out into a long, rigid reach for relief. She doubled back over when her leg began to tingle, and grabbed at her knee, legs spread just a little. She winced and giggled at the sensation coursing through her now freed leg.

It tingled up her thigh and all the way to her hip for a moment awakening her consciousness to Derek’s baby blues peering down the corridor at her.

His head cocked slightly as his brow raised, as if to ask the question, “you ok?” She smiled and replied with her hands pushing into her knee like they were playing the piano. Laughed a little and played them up to the hem of her dress. She realized that her knees were fairly distant from each other, with just the front of her dress draped between them. A different sort of tingle creeped in a bit deeper.

His eyes lingered at her knees, perhaps also realizing the same thing.

Her mouth was beginning to dry out, but her eyes shifted downward, outwardly back to the task at hand. Inwardly she had lost her motivation, imagining his gaze still exploring her legs. She chewed at the end of her pen, swaying her knees back and forth slowly. The hem of her dress bobbed up and down a few inches with each swing, shedding light beneath her lap and then darkening it again.

She peeked up through her lashes and noticed Derek shift uncomfortably in his pants, and saw his eyes reach further down her inner thigh. She looked up at him and smiled with her pen resting between her red lips. He smiled back looking rather amused at the sight.

His head turned away when the bell announced the entrance of a customer. The first time she had remembered even hearing it since she came in.

A busty woman walked up to the bar with her laptop bag and a tight, jet black bun. She said something to Derek and he began to dutifully fulfill her unknown requests.

After she paid the man, she disappeared aimlessly down into the maze of books and out of sight. Derek watched her walk away. When his attention glanced back over to Shannon, he pointed to her cup mouthing, “would you like another coffee?”

She smiled as she nodded, raising her cup, gesturing at it’s emptyness. He began to walk over and she leaned back, legs still spread wide. The look on his face betrayed any sort of professionalism implied with freshening her cup.

“Cream and sugar?”

“Yes please.”

After returning with her drink, he offered, “anything else you would like?”

She could think of a few things. An hour alone perhaps, or maybe a cold shower.

“Maybe when I’m done,” she answered with amusement, “almost there.”

“Don’t be bashful now. If you need anything, just wave.”

The next hour and a half was a blur. Engulfed in her work, barely aware of her surroundings, lost in concentration. Only a few minor details remained. Almost finished…

The bell over the front door rang again and her awareness snapped back. Someone had apparently just left. Derek glanced down the corridor at her and smiled again. Her legs relaxed.

She decided to feign her gaze back down at the table, and then scooted her chair back a couple of feet. Stretching her legs straight out, closing her eyes, breathing deeply. She reached down to her toes and slowly ran both of her hands back up the inside of each leg, pulling the hem of her dress up slightly before continuing up her body until they reached for the ceiling.

She wanted, needed a break for a few. Her mind was wandering around thoughts of being ogled by this handsome book store clerk.

Acting as if she were going right back into the paperwork, she propped her foot up onto her chair and scooted her chair back up to the table. Her dress was sliding up her elevated thigh and rested at her pelvis. Running her hand up and down her shin, aware of her now exposed crotch, she thought of nothing but teasing this poor man.

Having shaved last night, her pussy was bare, glistening from her dirty thoughts and exhibition. Smooth skin stretched from her belly button to her ass cheeks, peeking out from under a receding hemline.

Whenever she leaned back, she would let her raised knee fall to the side a little. The minutes ticked by and her hand occasionally found it’s way to her lap, resting palm down, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her hiked up dress. The tips were so close to her smooth skin. A warm sensation built as slight wisps of air passed between her thighs. Her stomach tightened, and her hips eased forward, closer toward her red fingernails.

It was exhilarating. Shannon felt surges of excitement pulsing with her every heartbeat. Without taking her eyes off of her computer screen, she licked her finger, brought it to her clit, and slowly slid it down into her cleft. Gently massaging her labia, her whole body sighed and her tensions from working fell away. Her bottom lip quivered against the pen.

Her pussy was now slick, her eyes closed and her breath stilled. She rubbed slow circles each time over her clit before pressing her two middle fingers down into the folds. Her other hand wandered from her inner thigh to her tits, rubbing corresponding circles around her stiff nipple.

Excitement filled her body and she relaxed into the chair even further.

Her head titled back, her breathing quickened with smalls sighs of pleasure.

That’s when she noticed the woman who had walked in earlier.

Something had tumbled to the floor, a book? Almost perpendicular to her table. Shannon tensed as she looked down the back row of the fiction section, seeing her halfway down a shelf full of hardbacks. The woman was almost a silhouette, kneeling down with her arm wrapped around a number of books. A couple of them were on the floor in front of her. Her eyes shone through black cat-eyed spectacles against the dimly lit corridor. She scooped up her fallen books and returned them to a shelf off to her side.

Shannon watched unsure of what the lady had seen, but realized her hand was still between her legs.

She put her foot down and shot a look down towards the coffee counter. Derek was there with a bewildered look on his slack-jawed face. Then he looked to the side of her and smiled.

When Shannon looked back to her left, she saw the woman stepping towards her with a mischievous grin. Her heart fluttered when she noticed just how beautiful she was, and blood rushed to her face when she realized she was coming straight at her with a sultry gait.

She had on black heels and high waisted blue jeans, with a tight black top hugging her curvy bosom. Her lips were a light pink, her hair had now been let down to a silky straight shoulder length, and her eyes glowed with mischief.

She stopped right next to her, and Shannon could feel herself reeling with anticipation. She focused on her lips and bit her own.

“All work, and no play,” she whispered, leaning close enough to feel breath on her ear, “makes for a dull afternoon.”

Shannon froze in bewilderment. Only able to watch the woman bite her lip as she straightened herself.

“I was watching you for a minute. You must’ve been working hard to have such fire in you.”

Shannon breathed an embarrassed laugh and looked down. “Yeah, it’s been a morning.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been there plenty of times. You turned me on. Let me know if you need a hand.” She winked and then turned away playfully.

She watched the woman walk towards the front, her ass shifting snugly in the tight denim. The woman looked back over her shoulder with a bright smile and her hand covered her mouth. A gesture that was read as “oh my!” She beamed with discovery.

She saw Derek’s eyes darting back and forth between her, and this heavenly book worm walking his way. They were talking now. Friendly. A few chuckles. She watched as Derek made her a cup of coffee, their conversation lively but inaudible from where she sat. Money was exchanged, books returned to the woman’s arms.

Then she leaned in, to what looked like another whisper. Derek’s full attention hanging on the lady’s words, his jaw loosening. Mesmerized?

She stood straight up and looked at him, and Shannon saw him nod, and smile. The woman definitely looked down the corridor at Shannon, her eyes still seeming to glow though her glasses. She started to walk back and Shannon felt her heart racing.

She was getting turned on again as she recalled the woman’s whisper in her own ear. Wondering what it could have been that she whispered into Derek’s started to make her heart pump a little faster, feeling a warmness flow into her face, and her lap.

She tried to looked down but kept sending glances up at the woman walking back in her direction. Her body was still frozen in her chair, her mind imprisoned by the realization that she just got caught, rubbing her clit for someone she hardly knew, by someone she had never seen before. And she enjoyed it!

The woman causally took a chair not too far from her table. “Don’t worry, I told him to lock the door,” she said. “Nobody else will see but us.”

Confusion crept across her face.

She looked past the woman sitting comfortably in the armchair at Derek. He was now also coming towards them with an unsure look of anticipation.

“Keep going,” she heard the woman say, “you were so close.”

Derek quietly took a seat next to her, and eyed them both with skepticism.

The beautiful black haired woman leaned back and spread her legs apart. Resting one of her hands over the top of her breast. Derek shifted in his seat, uneasy.

“He likes to watch.”

Shannon, still frozen, wondered if this had happened before.

“He also likes to taste.” She turned to him and Derek smirked, nodding when he met the woman’s approving words.

“You… you guys do this, …,” Shannon stammered, questioning their gaze and succumbing to the nonchalant attitude surrounding her.

“I usually wear something easier to tease in,” she interrupted, “but I wasn’t planning on coming by today. Glad I did.”

“He has a big dick too.”

Derek looked casually at his lap and bit his lip. Shannon’s mouth watered.

“How about we give you a show then?”

Goosebumps flashed down Shannon’s sides and arms. Was this actually happening? Her curiosity overwhelmed the urge to get up. She was dripping with it. Her face betrayed her will to feign disinterest.

“I didn’t mean to make you tense, but I really hope you want to keep going.” The woman looked at Derek and she gestured him over with her finger. He stood up and she could see his bulge, taught in his tight black jeans.

He walked over and stood between the woman’s legs. She grabbed his hips, turning him to face Shannon. Her dexterous hands reached around and undid his belt, released the button, and slowly worked the zipper down to the bottom.

“Told ya,” she said softly, pulling Derek’s huge cock from his jeans, “and he obviously likes watching you.”

Shannon stared in amazement. Her loins were wide awake and she felt her own lust creeping back into her belly.

“So did I.”

She bit her lip, and watched intensely as slender hands teasingly reached around Derek and up his V-shaped pelvic muscles, carefully exposing more and more of his abdomen, and softly stroking his thick member into an impressive erection.

Shannon’s mouth watered as she watched her spin him sideways and wrap her pouty pink lips around the tip of his cock. They locked eyes as she licked his shaft seductively.

All of her embarrassment, coriosity, and unease melted away. Her hand began to involuntarily inch it’s way back under her dress, her squirming body aching for release. She watched, and she got hotter for more.

The black haired seductress smiled with encouragement.

Derek toed his shoes off, and she pulled his pants down, helping him step out of the skinny legs hugging his ankles. He grabbed both side of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, throwing it to the floor by the table under the window. She positioned him so that she was behind him again, running her hands up his hips, down his abs, reaching around to grasp the base of his manhood.

“He’s all yours,” the woman announced, leaning around to peer into Shannon’s lustful stare. “I want to watch him help you. Go kneel down in front of her,” she told him, “and give her what she needs.”

Shannon leaned back at looked up at him anxiously. He kneeled down, placing both hands on each of her thighs and looked back at her longingly. His eyes asked permission, and Shannon’s urged him to continue.

When his tongue licked at the creases of her thigh and belly she drew in a short breath of pure, lustful anticipation. His hand, sensually feeling up her thigh broke her resolve to be rigid, melting her lower body into a puddle of submission.

She put both of her hands in his full head of hair and pulled his tongue into her. A chasm of desire opened up to his mouth, inviting his licks deeper and deeper. Her eyes closed and the tightening grip on his mane encouraged a groan of enjoyment from his chest.

Lips closed around her left nipple and his hands felt up her belly. More lips pinched at her right nipple, and she looked down to see the woman had joined in. Her hands caressed the soft flesh of her breast.

Shannon’s eyes rolled back with her head and she shivered with passion.

The woman crouched behind her and wrapped her arms around to fondle both breasts. Her lips kissed along the nape of her neck and nibbled on her earlobes. Derek’s mouth retreated to kissing her thighs and hips as she slid her hands down to Shannon’s clit.

So many hands, all feeling every inch of her. Fingers pressed into her warm pussy, releasing more soft moans of delight.

Her fingers went deeper into Shannon’s warm pussy, palm pressing firmly onto her mound. Sliding them back out and caressing her clit with soaked fingertips sent acute twinges of pleasure into her belly. The pace quickened around her smooth wet mound. Spasms began to flex within her abdomen and she let out a low steady moan as she felt them surge. He whole body shuddered, legs arching outward, fingers pressed savagely into her clit.

Waves of release coursed out of her womanhood, dripping onto the chair and drooling down her ass cheeks.

“Mmmmmmmm,” hummed from beneath her red lips.

She lay there spilled out on her chair, unable to move. Lips tickled against her ear. “You did it babe,” she felt whispered softly, “you finished.”

She slouched peacefully under the window for what seemed an eternity. “Thank you.” She thought, lost in relief. “I needed that.”

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