This is a story about Nat, a good friend of mine from university who has featured in some of my earlier erotic adventures.
Nat was from Eastern Europe, where they build their women as goddesses. In primeval times, Nat would have been worshipped as some sort of sporting deity, small, powerful and oozing sensuality. She may have had a slight frame, but she had the most incredible ass I have ever known, sculpted by years of hockey, skiing and squatting on my cock from time to time.
The only problem with Nat was that she had been sent by the Devil himself to lead me down a wayward, hedonistic path. A siren dressed in fishnets, as I called her, and I was more than happy to hear her song and fall into her embrace. We were FWB more than dating, but we cared deeply for each other.
Nat and I attended a rather prestigious university in the UK, and, as such, it boasted an impressive library. For the lazy amongst you, imagine the library from Harry Potter. For those who want a bit more detail, imagine being an 18th century library designer who has suddenly found himself with too much dark oak. Creaking oak floors, chipped oak desks and colossal oak shelves. On occasion, I joked that it was like studying inside the HMS victory, weevils et al.
You are probably thinking that this oakopolis does not sound like the sexiest place in the world. And you would be right – musty old book smell combined with the harmonious sound of scribblings and bored sights does not give anyone the horn. Or so I thought.
Over a copy of Suetonius, I spied Nat bouncing her way into the vast study room. A devilish grin spread over her face, her big white teeth gleaming. We had only just started hooking up, and part of me was a little bit in love with her, so I remember admiring just how good she looked on that day. A tight black band t shirt ripped to expose her midriff coupled with microscropic jean shorts, and of course, the ever-present fishnets. Looking back on her now, I think she awoke something in me about fishnets. Nat glanced around the room, like a lioness seeking prey, and her eyes eventually settled on mine – a poor, horny zebra.
Only Nat would have the audacity to kick the poor chap studying next to me out of his seat, telling him that she wanted to catch up with ‘this rascal Rotty here to make sure he’s being a good boy.’ The chap was so shocked, he picked up his books and decided it was an advantageous time to grab a coffee. I knew she was not here to study – she hadn’t bought a notepad or anything. She probably just wanted to drag me to the pub. Or so I thought. God, she looked good though – she never wore any makeup save for bright red lipstick and her skin smelled like a warm summer’s day.
She stared at the back of the chap she had just kicked out, making sure he left the room, before she squared herself to face me. I had told you that the Devil put Nat on this world to torment me, and as if to prove her power over me, she giggled slightly and just said ‘Rotty, I’ve found the perfect place to fuck.’
‘I usually find the pussy’s the best place for me’ I quipped.
‘Har har har, very funny Rotty. No, I mean place to fuck in.’ her eastern European accent became more prominent as she thought she may have made a mistake in English.
‘Well, that’s very nice for you Nat darling – but I have an essay to write’ I responded, knowing full well this would only annoy her further.
Her cute little nose wrinkled, as it did when she was irritated. ‘Don’t you want to know where it is?’
‘Well, my dear, after extensive research I have always found the bedroom to be the best place for the carnal act’. She may have power over me, but I could still wind her up.
She swore in her native tongue. ‘You bloody English boys think you’re so clever. Har har har. Come on, guess’ she smirked.
My guesses were hardly imaginative. The bedroom, the living room, the shower, the gym changing rooms. Eventually she stopped me, leaning in to press her soft lips against my ear. Her scent filled me with memories of our recent entaglements.
‘Here’ she purred.
‘Here?!’ I was shocked ‘I don’t think this table can take another book, let alone two bodies my dear’
Again, she swore. ‘No, you silly boy. The Scandinavian Languages section [n.b. it wasn’t Scandinavian Languages, I’m disguising it to protect my university] – there’s never anyone in there, there are lots of shelves to hide in and, if I did not mention it, no one ever goes there.’
Of course, by this point, I had run through a hundred scenarios in my head wherein Nat and I would decamp and fuck in this mythical place, but I knew I had a game to play.
‘Well, that’s very nice for you Natty’ I told her, before swiftly returning to my studies.
She said nothing – but gave me an outraged look.
‘Well?’ she asked. Her arms crossed under her breasts, pushing them forward towards me.
‘Well what?’ I asked, my heart thumping in my chest and thoughts of sex flooding my brain.
‘WELL, don’t you want to go there with me?’ she hissed back, fire in her eyes.
‘What, to have a look around’ I laughed ‘it would be useful to find a quiet spot before exams.’
At which point she stood up, punched me in the arm and dropped her voice to an enraged whisper.
‘No. We go there now, and we fuck.’
‘Oh well, you should have said in the first place.’ I shot back ‘there’s just one tiny problem – no condom.’ I was serious. I didn’t want my cum leaking into a however-many-hundreds year old oak floor.
‘Ah, my dear Rotty, I come prepared’ she purred as her hand darted down into her pockets to reveal a single condom wrapper.
I told her she was a naughty girl and asked her how long she had this all planned out. It turned out she had found her sex spot the week prior and had come to find me the day before but I was suspiciously not studying (admittedly I was in someone else’s bed). However, today, the stars had aligned.
I followed her down the long library corridors, watching her cute little bottom sway with each step. I have said this before and I will say it again for the record – Nat’s ass was a thing of beauty, carved by the gods themselves to resemble a bud of morning dew clinging to a blade of grass.
I was, of course, as hard as a rock and Nat knew it. She stopped suddenly, pushing her ass into my crotch as I collided into her.
‘Oh dear Rotty, have you seen something you like?’ She slowly turned to face me, ran her delicate fingers over my erection (which was now trying to burst out of its denim prison) and stood on her tip toes to kiss me softly on the lips. She then giggled, turned on her heels and broke into a light jog ‘Come on, we’ve got some studying to get down to.’
After winding out way through a labyrinth of rooms we arrived at the Scandinavian Languages section. Nat, as ever, was right. It was deserted – probably because it was freezing, smelt slightly of damp and was dark.
Not that I cared in the slightest. Nor, of course, did Nat as she slunk over to me and planted several light kisses on my neck as she ran her hands over my chest, and of course, my contained cock. In return, I ran my hands through her tussled hair and kissed her beautiful lips before our tongues met and danced with each other.
The game was on now. We couldn’t get enough of each other as we swung from shelf to shelf, kissing, laughing, feeling and squeezing every inch of each other. I ran one hand up her shirt to caress her breasts and playfully pinch her nipples whilst my other hand snaked down her jean shorts to reveal, in hindsight what would be obvious, but at the time was thrillingly sexy, that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
When Nat got wet, she got soaked. As I kissed her neck and as she rubbed her wonderful bum into my crotch, I found her clit and began to press, lightly at first, and as she pushed back against me, harder. I drew small circles around her clit and occasionally dipped my fingers into her opening, savouring the feeling of her wetness as she moaned softly in my arms.
‘How the hell are we going to do this?’ I breathed into her ear as we broke off a kiss to get some air.
What I remember clearly about that moment was her eyes. Gone was the usual mischievous, clear eyed sparkle, now I could only see deep, longing lust in them. Silently, she squeezed out of her jean shorts, wriggling as she dropped them to the floor.
Her bare pussy was framed beautifully by the fishnets and a small mount of wiry brown pubes.
‘Doggy’ she barked at me as she placed her hands on the floor and thrust her ass in the air (like a cat, I remember thinking), before she got onto all fours. Her pale ass shining on the dark oak floor.
I was not one to tarry, and as swift as you can say ‘A History of the Danish Tongue vol III’ I had retrieved the condom from her shorts, undone my belt, rolled my trousers down and sheathed Exaclibur in his latex scabbard.
‘Errr, Nat’ I ventured ‘Do you want to take off the tights?’
‘Rip them and fuck me Rotty. Now.’ She commanded.
And so, I did as I was told and made a small rip in the fishnets around her pussy. Well, I thought, that has definitely awoken something in me.
But no time to waste, as I pushed myself into her. She moaned. Louder than she should have. Little hellcat, I thought – part of her wants to get caught! ‘Shh!’ I whispered, which only made her giggle and push herself against me, driving my cock deeper into her. Her sublime, wet, warm pussy which was now enveloping every millimetre of my insanely stiff cock.
It took all that I had not to cum instantly, the sight of Nat’s perfect ass slapping against my crotch as she whimpered and moaned with a theatrical flourish of covering her mouth with her hand’, but I prevailed as long as I could. I was concerned the soft slapping sound was going to alert our more studious contemporaries, but all of a sudden Nat pushed herself forward, leaving my be-condomed cock exposed to the dank air.
‘Rotty, Rotty, we’re going to have to change positions. This floor is killing my knees’ she grunted, before swiftly rolling onto her back and extending her luscious legs into a wide V.
If we weren’t in the middle of a fucking ancient library, I would have eaten that deliciously wet pussy, I told myself. But time was of the essence, so I straddled her and eased my cock into her yet again. She moaned with pleasure and bit my ear before her lips found mine and we kissed again.
I swiftly found my rhythm and her legs wrapped around me, helping each stroke to push deeper and deeper into her. Sweat rolled off my forehead as her hands wandered over my body, admiring my triceps and raking my back with her nails.
It was then I heard a voice.
Shit.
Two voices.
I stopped and went entirely still. Nat glared at me, furious that I had stolen an orgasm from her, until she too heard the voices.
Were they coming towards us? Or were they going away?
I remained perfectly still, straining my ears to hear out for those two voices. Nat, on the other hand, did not stay still. She began to slowly, sensually, rock her hips back and forth as her hands grabbed onto my own hips.
‘Stop it’ I whispered to her.
‘No.’ she smirked back and continued to fuck me, clearly enjoying the situation.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a couple of minutes, I could no longer hear the voices, and began to put a bit of movement back into slowly fucking Nat.
‘Yes Rotty, yes,’ she gasped ‘fuck me. Quicker.’
And I did. The orgasm was building in me, not helped by Nat who was now moaning rather loudly and begging me to kiss her neck. I whispered that I was close and she gave me one final command:
‘Cum for me, Rotty’
As I exploded, I could have sworn I lost my vision for a second. Before long, I had crumpled into Nat’s waiting arms as we kissed each other again and again, laughing at our own audacity. Nat pushed me onto my back and clambered on top of me, kissing me again and again as she rubbed her soaking pussy into my crotch – clearly she wanted to fuck again, but I reminded her we had no condom.
So, I suggested, why don’t we go back to my house for a few more rounds.
‘Don’t you have an essay to write, Rotty my darling’ she purred at me in her sing-song accent.
‘I think I have something better to do’ I quipped back, before giving her bottom a quick squeeze.
We had sex in the library a couple more times after that event, however, on our final attempt, it was too close to exams and there were people actually studying (urgh) in the Scandinavian Languages section.
It was fun, it was sexy and it was a little bit dangerous, just like Nat herself.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/od401z/shh_hold_the_moan_in_the_library_mf