Library [ff] [public sex] [only partially fictional]

I’ve always loved the college library, for more reasons than I’d care to admit to my professors.

Maybe it’s the intoxicating smell of old books, the silence that remains suspended over the aisles and tables, like an imaginary disciplinarian.

Studying in the stacks has always been a great hiding place and it is usually pretty dark in most of the study nooks. So every now and then, I find myself slipping a hand inside my clothes, and quietly bringing myself to orgasm.

Yesterday evening, I had just finished a particularly satisfying climax that had me grinding myself into my seat and breathing in explosive gasps between waves of contractions, when, still trembling, I walked over to the nearest aisle, promising myself I wouldn’t allow myself to get distracted again.

Standing in the “Art History” section, looking for a book on the Medici family and Renaissance art, I sensed a presence in the aisle. Momentarily distracted from my search, I lifted my head and saw another girl at the other end of the stacks at another study desk, looking – – no, staring openly at me over the top of a textbook.

Even in the dim light, I could tell the girl’s face was flushed. I realized immediately that she must have seen me
masturbating.

Let her watch, I smiled as that familiar thrill of exhibitionism spread through me. I would give her a real show.

My desk faced hers. Sliding down as low as I could, I pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees, then let
them fall to my ankles, exposing myself completely to her.

Even from where I sat, I could see her eyes open wide. Her eyes were trained on my slit, and she nervously glanced up to see if I was aware of her watching.

I stared back, then winked, as my hand slid down between my thighs and I began rubbing myself. I inserted one, then two, and finally three fingers into my slick hole as I quickly manipulated the walls of my opening with my fingernails, pressing my clit with the palm of my hand.

The sensations were electric. Within a minute, I was very hot, and could feel the beginning of an orgasm building up inside me. My back arched into the telltale throes of approaching climax, my eyes closing to slits as I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through me. And then another. And another.

After several minutes of constant friction and pumping, I could hear my pussy making loud (too loud? The thrill of being caught making my shaft spasm further) wet sucking noises against my hand, but after a few strokes I was beyond hearing
or caring…

My head bent back, my eyes opened slightly as I vaguely became aware of the girl was standing over me. I realized I had passed out for a few seconds. I stopped myself from drifting back into unconciousness with great effort, and opened my eyes.

The girl was someone I recognized – – she was a gymnast, a freshman…long blond hair, that athletic body toned by years of practice. Her mouth was open, almost slack-jawed, and she was breathing heavily.

“Please don’t stop.” Her voice, timid, uncertain, and with an edge of desperation in it. It was a plea, a whisper. I could tell she was was nervous, aroused, and scared, all at the same time.

Her eyes went back to my still hand, my fingers still buried deep inside myself. I looked into her eyes and realized they were now glazed over with arousal. Her arousal making my own emotions flare up, I reached over and slid my free hand up under her sweatshirt. My fingers went over her firm belly and upward, finding a full breast… and no bra. Her nipple, warm against my palm, was already hard.

She gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull away, but my fingers had clamped around her nipple and I gently pulled her back in, closer to me. Her struggles were weak and half-hearted at best, I could feel that she was making no effort to remove my hand.

A part of me couldn’t believe I was being so aggressive and dominant with this strange girl. And I also realized it excited me to have so much control over her. I pulled my jeans up quickly, took her by her hand and led her toward the darker area in the middle of the aisle.

Turning to face her, I pulled her blouse open with an urgency that surprised me, exposing her bra-less, jutting breasts and protruding, erect nipples, for my examination. I could feel her staring at me, beyond words, as I reached out. She did not push my hand away as I lifted her sweatshirt over her head.

I immediately unbuttoned her jeans, putting my hand inside, feeling instantly how soaked her pubis was. Feeling my fingers brush against her clit drew a low moan from her…a moan that I recognized would only get louder, as she was beyond all self-control now. I pulled her in closer, and a deep french kiss stopped her moans in her throat.

I could feel her body beginning to respond even more, as our hips started to come together. I guided her hand down into my jeans, and she pushed two of her fingers inside me. And then, in a moment of breathless lust, we melted into each other in the darkness of the aisle…breasts pushing breasts aside, tongues slipping and exploring.

Do you want to cum? I gasped at her, between kisses. She looked back at me with equally dazed eyes, whispering Yes, whimpering moans escaping her lips as my fingers stroked her slit.
I pulled her jeans down all the way, holding them down with my foot as she stepped out of them, and pushed her back against a shelf, spreading her legs.

My tongue made its way up her thigh, dipping inside her, as I felt her begin to orgasm, the rim of her shaft clenching against the tip of my tongue. Her moans subsided as her body went into spasm after spasm, the only sound escaping her lips being a soft repetitive gasp, not loud enough for people elsewhere on the floor to hear past the rows of shelved books, but loud enough to make my own shaft pulse in response.

I could feel her juices drip down her thighs, her skin glistening, as my tongue lapped up all it could, my cheeks between her thighs. I could feel her going limp after her last explosive orgasm, and I felt a simultaneous burst of pleasure inside me, feeling her juice trickle down my throat as she came.

I withdrew from her, straightening my clothes, buttoning my jeans, as she slowly pulled her own jeans back up with trembling fingers, followed by her sweatshirt, covering her perfect breasts, covered in my drool. She came up to me, walking unsteadily, then softly kissed my lips.

Thank you, she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/om7ssc/library_ff_public_sex_only_partially_fictional