We're sitting alone across from each other at the library at a table nestled among the shelves. I glance up and catch you looking at me hungrily. I grin and put down my book, knocking my pencil off the table. I get out of my chair and start "searching" around for it under the table. Once i'm safely under the tablecloth i crawl over to your shapely legs, and tracing them back up i find that you're not wearing any panties. I smile as you shift forward in your chair expectantly, your moist lips just inches from mine. I feel you jerk as i begin to lick you up and down. I cover your pussy with my mouth, my tongue pushing in and out, in and out. You try to push away as you struggle to keep your composure, Your hand shaking too much to read your book, but i won't take no for an answer. I wrap my arms around your waist and press my mouth against you harder, switching to your clit as punishment for your hesitancy. On the top of the table you've given up all hope of appearing normal and are gripping the outside edges of the table, your face pressed into it's surface. You pray that a librarian won't stumble upon us as you cum, a short, muffled cry issuing from your lips as a warm, sweet liquid issues from your other ones, and i lap it up, leaving your dress spotless as you shake beneath my touch.