The Stranger in the Library [F22 M30] [Public] [1st]

I had seen him around before, but we had never talked. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of him looking at me, his eyes briefly growing hungry before turning away. I had been too shy to say anything, to get closer, and all the things I wanted him to do had remained a fantasy… until today.

It was late by the time I arrived at the library, only half an hour or so until closing. It was quiet; the usual groups of students were gone, no kids running across the floor, no assistants to hush them. I almost held my breath as I slipped past the desk and in between the massive shelves filled to the brim with books, my fingers mindlessly tracing their backs as I went.

I was about to pick up a copy of *Alice in Wonderland* when I heard steps approaching. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart skipping a beat when I saw him. He was standing at the edge of the section, his dark eyes fixed to mine.

“You’re here later than usual,” he said.

I stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. “…yes. I got caught up studying.”

“Psychology?” he asked, watching me calmly.

My heart skipped another beat. “How did you know?” I asked.

“You seem like the type,” he said, an almost mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I seem like the type?” I replied, suddenly flustered. Had he been stalking me?

He nodded, as if that was all the explanation needed. I stared at him for a moment, trying to make sense of the interaction. A part of me was all too aware that we were the only people around, but still I found myself unable to move, unable to look away.

He then moved towards me, his gaze still fixed on mine. I held my breath as he got closer, my heart beating wildly in my chest. He was a head taller than me, with broad shoulders underneath his coat, his brown hair ruffled in that almost too perfectly imperfect kind of way.

“*Alice in Wonderland*, huh?” he asked, glancing towards the book I was still holding on to.

“Yes. It’s one of my favorites.”

He nodded, then raised his arm and pushed the book back into the shelf. His body was so close I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and my pulse grew loud in my ears. He looked down at me again, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he caught my puzzled expression.

“You didn’t come here to read tonight,” he said.

It wasn’t a question, but I still found myself silently shaking my head. He looked almost pleased, as if he had expected me to lie and deny it.

“Good,” he murmured, before raising a hand to my face, pushing a strand of hair away from my eyes. I stood completely still as his hand traced the curve of my jaw, slowly finding its way down my neck, past my collarbone and to my chest. His touch was gentle, but still oddly assertive.

I exhaled sharply as his fingers reached my nipple, feeling it harden instantly underneath my sweater. My cheeks were burning and I bit my lip, aching for more, but not wanting to ruin the moment by moving. Again he looked almost pleased, his edges softening momentarily, his deep brown eyes growing lustful at my response.

He massaged my breast slowly and I couldn’t help but press slightly against his touch. I looked up at him, my eyes undoubtedly revealing my desire, my chin tilting up as he lowered towards me. Our lips crushed together and his touch grew forceful, pressing me back against the shelf. I kissed him hungrily, my skin tingling with electricity as I got locked between his body and the stacks of books behind me.

His free hand squeezed my waist before tugging at my sweater, pulling it up. I wasn’t wearing a bra – I never did – and I gasped as I felt his touch on my bare skin, his firm hands exploring my curves. He pulled back just enough to remove my sweater, looking down at my breasts with hungry eyes before kissing me passionately again. I tugged at his coat and he shifted slightly, slipping it off without breaking the kiss. His muscles strained against his shirt underneath, and I felt a rush of excitement as I noticed the hard bulge in his pants.

He bit my lip teasingly as he moved his hand down to my stomach, slowly finding its way to my pants. I smiled and bucked my hips playfully against his, my body throbbing with desire. He unbuttoned my pants and slipped his hand underneath, a groan escaping his lips when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you,” he murmured, his fingers exploring my pussy. I moaned in response, kissing him hard as he started slowly rubbing my clit, feeling how wet I was.

He then pulled back, looking down at me with feverish eyes. “Take off your pants.”

I hesitated for a moment, before slowly slipping out of my pants, revealing myself to him. My cheeks burned red; this was a public place, after all… But there was no doubt in his eyes as he looked down the length of my body and I could see his cock straining against his pants, distracting me from any rational thought.

He kissed me again, pressing against my naked body. One of his hands found my breast and the other slipped between my legs, hungrily exploring my wet pussy. I moaned and reached for the buckle of his belt, aching for more. He pinched my nipple and slipped two fingers inside of me, his thumb still rubbing my clit. I felt my body tremble as my moans filled the air.

Then, he pulled back once more, grabbing my hips as he turned me to face the shelves. I heard him unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants, before feeling his cock press against my pussy. He placed a hand on my waist to keep me steady and I spread my legs, pushing my hips back to meet him as he entered me.

His cock was big, his length filling me up in deep, forceful thrusts. I moaned and grabbed onto the shelf, waves of pleasure crashing down on me. His hands pulled my hips back with each thrust, moving my body as if it was simply a plaything. I heard him groan with pleasure and he leaned me forward, fucking me harder.

I bit down on my lip to keep myself from moaning loudly, arching my back. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge and I couldn’t focus on anything but his cock ramming into me, right there in the library. My pussy was dripping wet and I pushed my hips eagerly back, letting him fill my every inch with his cock.

He reached forward and grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple. A sharp twinge of pain shot through my body, just enough to add to my ecstasy. I moaned and he let go, instead slipping his hand down between my legs. My breathing grew ragged as he teased my pussy, all while thrusting deeply inside of me.

“I want you to cum,” he murmured, his voice more strained than before.

I groaned in response as his fingers found my clit again, rubbing it slowly, edging me closer to a climax. He knew exactly what to do, making my body tremble with pleasure. I spread my legs wider, aching for release, and he fucked me even harder, thrusting as deeply as he could.

He rubbed my clit faster and I could hear from his breathing that he was getting close too. I arched my back, ecstasy building within my body, feeling my clit throb under his touch. His cock thrust deeply inside of me and I felt as if a thousand fireworks burst forth at the same time, sending me over the edge. I moaned loudly, my knuckles turning white as I gave in.

He groaned and I felt his cum filling my pussy, pleasure rushing through my body. His thrusts got slower and I heard him breathe heavily as he slowly pulled himself out of me, his cum dripping down my the inside of my thigh.

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