Following our evening in the bar, I didn’t see Camille for a few days because I had a lot of work over the summer for university. Thankfully, due to the long holidays teachers get, she was in town for a few days.
Three days after our first encounter in person, I woke up to a text from Camille –
“Hey, what are you doing today?”
“I have to study :(“
“Oh no! Maybe this will keep you going.”
Seconds later I received a video. I opened it and saw Camille deep throating a dildo.
“Wishing this was you…” read her next text.
We sexted for a few minutes more but, unfortunately, I really did have to go to the library. I had a lot of work to catch up on before semester started again. Reluctantly, I got dressed and headed to the library.
The next few hours were a slog. It felt like the clock was going backwards and it was very hard to concentrate knowing that Camille was somewhere in the city.
Around 3pm, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw it was a text from Camille.
“Hey, you’re in the university library, right?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
“Find a quiet spot. I’ll come and meet you in 5 minutes,” she texted back.
I had no idea how she was getting to get in the building since everyone who entered needed to swipe a university ID at the front entrance. However, based on how confident she was in the bar, I had no doubt she would find her way in.
I quickly started thinking of where we could go. Since it was the summer, there weren’t many students in the building so it was an easier task than if it had been during the semester.
Eventually I settled on the theatre section of the library – there was only a tiny theatre studies department with very few students so it was likely the room would be empty. I quickly dashed over there, leaving my laptop and jacket at my study table, as if I was just going for a lunch break. As predicted, the theatre studies room was empty. Some of the tables and books were actually gathering dust because it was so underused. The room itself was tiny; there were only ten bookcases (in some of the larger departments there were upwards of 50) and a small study area at the back of the room with a few desks and chairs and an ancient looking computer.
I texted Camille to meet me there and tried to find a spot in the room where we would be unlikely to be seen. I settled on a spot between two bookshelves on the right hand side of the room, as far away from the door as possible and on the opposite side of the room from the windows. Someone would have to be really looking hard to find us there.
I heard the door open and I peered round the corner to see Camille. I understand now how she got in the building – she was wearing a blue pencil skirt and a white shirt with high heels, exactly what you’d expect a university librarian or lecturer to wear. Although, in all honesty, the way her tits were nearly bursting out of her shirt and the way the skirt perfectly showed off her ass, she more resembled a pornstar cosplaying as a teacher or librarian. She must have bluffed/flirted to a security guard that she had forgotten her ID.
She spotted me and quickly walked over.
“Hi baby,” she whispered, “I thought you might need some stress relief after your hard day of work.”
We started making out instantaneously but, after a few seconds, she stopped me and a serious look descended over her face, “I have to ask you one question?”
“What’s that?” I replied.
“Are you a jealous person?”
“Not particularly, no.”
“Good,” she smiled, “I was on a hookup app last night and met a really hot girl. We’re meeting for drinks tonight and I promised, if the date went well, I’d let her eat your cum out of my pussy. Are you okay with that?”
In response, I pulled her in to start making out again and started undoing the buttons on her shirt, “Of course I am,” I replied, between kisses.
She seemed genuinely delighted and was grinning from ear to ear.
“Great!” she squealed, excitedly.
Suddenly, she turned around and pulled over one of the stools that librarians use to reach books on the higher shelves. She unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, revealing that she had no underwear underneath it, and took off her shirt, leaving her completely naked, except for her high heels. She put one foot on the stool and placed both her hands on the bookshelf – the perfect position for standing up doggy. I undid my trousers and pulled out my cock. It had been like granite since she mentioned her date later in the evening.
I slowly rubbed my cock and against her clit, intermingling my precum with her wetness. She was clearly eager to get started and was starting to get frustrated with me not fucking her yet. Despite her impatience, I carried on teasing her until, eventually, she pushed herself back on my cock. I playfully slapped her ass for jumping the gun on me and she responded to it, letting out a moan. I took this as a signal and slapped her ass again, more firmly this time. She started backing her ass onto my cock even harder. At this point, I took hold of her hips and took control myself, setting a fast pace and slapping her ass every so often, each time producing a loud moan that I worried would get us caught.
She started saying something but I couldn’t hear her over the sound of me pounding her.
“Fing-”
“What?”
“Fing-!”
“What?!”
“Finger my asshole” she almost screamed.
I covered her mouth, terrified of getting caught if she made a noise that loud again. She started licking my hand and then sucking on each of my fingers. I realised what she wanted and I brought my fingers, that were now lubed up by her mouth, back down to her ass. I slowly slipped one finger in as I continued to fuck her. The part of her brain that spoke English seemed to have completely shut down at this point and she was now exclusively moaning and swearing in French.
I felt her pussy clench round my cock in an almost vice like grip as she orgasmed and it sent me over the edge. Seconds later, I was pumping shot after of cum inside her.
“Thanks, honey,” she said as she turned her head back to face me, “I’ll tell you what my date thinks.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tnlkht/meeting_my_french_penpal_part_2_mf_fiction
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