I have a weekly routine of going to the library. I love finding new books to read, and perusing the aisles has always felt somewhat intimate. Alone, but still in public. As a child, it excited me to quietly walk the aisles, unseen to everyone; now as an adult it excites me in a completely different way.
So when I turned in to an aisle looking for an author and locked eyes with him, my heart skipped and sent a jolt of electricity to every last nerve ending tucked between my legs. He smirked at me, then returned his eyes to the book he was looking at. I turned around and faced the shelf behind him, my fingers shakily reaching for the first book I could find. Something, something, murder mystery…
“I’ve seen you before.” he whispers, his voice deep and expectant. I shiver slightly, though even in a skirt I feel so warm and flushed suddenly.
“Why haven’t you said hello?” I inquire, hoping my quiet voice doesn’t shake too much, my eyes still focused on a book jacket. All of a sudden, I feel his breath on the back of my neck,
“I was waiting for an opportunity like this. To move in quickly, but secretly, taking you for my own under every other loser’s nose. Do you want to be mine?” I feel a hand slowly creeping up my thigh, my breath catching in my throat as I struggle to exhale. His hand continues, up and around, lightly tickling the curves of my ass.
“Keep looking at that book. If you turn around, I leave and you wait for another moment like this for as long as I want you to wait. Nod if you understand and give me your consent to explore you for a minute.” I nod slowly, still breathing, but struggling not to pant any louder as his other hand begins its journey up my skirt.
His hands are roaming, sometimes grabbing handfuls of my ass, other times using two fingers to pinch my flesh, causing my muscles to spasm slightly. My toes flex, causing me to reach a hand out to the bookshelf to steady myself. I hear footsteps coming towards us, another patron approaching. He quickly turns back around and clears his throat, and I freeze. They pass and he waits a beat before I feel him face my behind again. This time, I feel him get low, his head suddenly under my skirt and his breath on the crack dividing my pinched and flushed ass cheeks. He bites me softly, moving his mouth closer and closer to my slippery cunt. I look around slowly, now panting heavily and finding it hard to stifle. I put a hand over my own mouth in the nick of time, as I feel his fingers pull my panties aside and his tongue slide up to find my already dripping wet slit. He slowly grazes his hot tongue back and forth on my throbbing clit, moving down and through sides of my labia I never even knew existed. His hands reach up and spread my ass, and he pushes my panties aside as if he is going toward my puckered little asshole, and then…he stops. It stops. He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I slowly turn my head to face him and he smiles warmly at me, his hair tousled and some of my drippings still shining on his lips.
“Would you like to follow me?” he asks, grabbing my hand at the end of the question. I nod again, this time quickly and eagerly. We leave the library without checking anything out, I follow him without question.
to be continued
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2666i/a_library_fantasy_pt_1_mf
A second part please.
I cant wait for the second part ^^