0 comments/ 19718 views/ 1 favorites Library By: Greeneyes Library 1 I am at the library. This is a big university library and it is a break time, in between terms. The place is like a ghost town, just as UCR library was when I went there several weeks ago to look for Zen books. UCR library is huge and has all sorts of dusty old nooks and crannies back in the corners of each floor. Tier after tier after tier of stacks and not a soul in sight. Every here and there, hidden among the stacks, wooden tables with wooden chairs. Mostly just silence and a slightly musty smell, the echo of my own heels as I walk through the rows and around the corners. With absolute realism I can tell you what happens next, because it happens all the time lately. I am sitting at a scarred old wooden table looking through the stack of books I have pulled, sitting in one of those wooden chairs, and suddenly it is as if I am sitting on your cock: I can feel it in me, big and hard and pushing slowly up into me. My muscles grab inside, squeezing you up into me, and my hips start to rock a little as my body takes you in and then lets go, again and again. I start breathing hard through my nose and making quiet, involuntary, irregular sounds, half-moans, half-sighs, half-pleas. My cunt feels so wet and hot and swollen, I can feel every bit of this, every fraction of an inch. Then I remember that I am in a library. But there is no one around, I am completely alone, I could hear anyone coming anyway, the place is like a tomb. I wet my fingers with saliva and squirm my hand up under my skirt and down through my underwear to my pussy. It feels lovely, so wet, so warm, slick, wanting. I rub myself and push my fingers inside, as far as I can manage, and it feels good but I want more, jesus, more. My own scent is wafting up to me and my own breathing is taking me over and my own wet sounds are pleasing me. But I'm not there, and I stop and slowly open my eyes, just unfocused on the middle distance somewhere, thinking, wondering will I always have this yearning. And then I see your eyes, looking back at me, from the top of a row of books about five feet away. We are both utterly still, just looking at one another. I am beyond embarrassment-you have already seen me and heard me and probably smelled me; what is there to try to hide? You seem nonjudgmental, simply interested more than anything else. I search your eyes, your face, looking for scary motives, and find none. You look at me, my eyes, my face flushed, my body slid down in the chair, my forearm disappearing under my skirt, back to my eyes. And you smile, slightly, slowly, your eyes growing warmer and kinder as each second passes. I look into your friendly, interested face, looking for anything predatory, using, dismissive, mean; don't see it, just a kind of warm appreciation that finally makes me smile back. I pull my hand out of my skirt and sit up straighter and say, "Hello." And you say, "Hello. Do you come here often? Because if you do, I think I'll need to become a lot more diligent in my research." And you grin. You come over and take the seat next to mine, plopping your own pile of books down on the table. And after telling me your name and asking mine, you tell me about yourself. You tell me what you are doing in the library, what you have been looking for in the stacks, why you are looking for it, why it matters to you. You speak to me as an equal and with complete candor. You ask me about what I am doing there, what I am reading and why. You make me laugh and make me feel completely relaxed. And then you take my hand in yours, bring it to your mouth, draw my fingers past your nostrils, slowly, to inhale my scent from them, then turn my palm toward your lips and kiss the inner skin of my palm in an unhurried, roaming, sucking kiss that takes my breath away and leaves me panting, at which point you look me directly in the eyes again and murmur something about why don't I let you help me with the little problem I was having, and you bite down on the side of my palm below my little finger. And my cunt contracts and my breath catches and you know what my answer is. * * * * * * Library 2 I can't get this library scene out of my mind. The wooden chairs, I am fixated on the idea of the sturdy wooden chair with you seated in it and me straddling you. The library scene comes to me in disconnected bits of action, ephemeral passages, things like your leading me through the stacks, stopping to kiss, back pressed to the shelves, reaching inside your shirt to grasp your chest, all sorts of tiny flickers of story, but the chair, the chair I can't get out of my mind. That slow penetration, filling me, it is unbelievably erotic and powerful. I take you in, I move, slowly all the way down, you are letting me do it, I am intoxicated with the pleasure of it, taking you in and out of me, slowly, over and over. We watch each other's faces, I hold onto your shoulders, I grab the back of the chair, you are watching me, feeling me, letting me. And then at a certain moment you suddenly take over and begin to move, and draw my head to your shoulder to muffle my sounds, and you begin to whisper in my ear all the things you are doing to me and going to do to me, and my desire explodes and I scream with the pleasure of it but that doesn't stop you, we are only getting started. * * * * * * Library 3 The bookshelves are metal, cool and smooth. The rolled-under edges and corners are rounded so that they don't cut into your hands when you hold onto them. I feel the edge of a shelf pressing into the back of my neck, hard and cool. You are standing in front of me, holding my left hand raised overhead in your right, fingers interwoven, palms together, with my forearm pressed back against the shelf overhead. In our silent walk through the stacks, hand in hand, you have suddenly stopped and turned and pinned me against the bookcase, anchored there by my hand overhead. Your left hand comes up to cup my breast, taking it all, cupping softly, then harder, pinching, pulling; your left knee presses between my knees, parting them with a steady force, pushing my hips back until they bump against the bookshelves, where I am held now by your thigh, hard and heavy against me. Your thigh begins to move and I moan frantically and reach up to draw your head down to mine. I have to stand on tiptoe, you are so tall, and when I reach your lips, you hold back, making me reach harder. I reach with my tongue, stroking your lips, barely able to reach between them. You ride me on your thigh, making me crazy, letting me reach for you, and then after a few moments you lean down and kiss me, gently, sensuously, slowly. I can feel your cock hard and solid against my thigh, I can feel your thigh hard against my heat, I can feel your mouth drawing me out of myself, out of my mind. Your left hand captures my free hand and now I feel both of my arms being raised and spread to the side, coming into contact with the vertical supports of the bookcase. And you whisper to me, "Get a good grip," and as I grab the cool metal I feel your hands reaching under my skirt to my waist and yanking the elastic down. * * * * * * Library 4 I am on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed, you are standing behind me. You grip my hips with your hands and come into me hard, rocking me back onto you again and again and pounding into me like a piston. You are angry with me, angry that I have teased you so mercilessly for so long, angry at the limitations on our relationship, angry at everything that is missing in your life right now. I have been provoking your anger, I want it, I want it out and I want it in me. I lower my face and chest onto the bed, arching my back as deeply as it will go, so that I am taking you as deep inside me as it is possible to take you. I goad you, torment you, dare you to let me have it, give it to me, let it out, I can take it. You fuck me harder and harder and yell at me louder and louder and tell me this time it's going to be how you want it to be, it's going to be what you want, how you want it, when you want it, and I cry yes, yes, over and over and you finally know, you finally know where you can go with your anger and you come with a shriek and a huge guttural cry from your gut and then collapse sobbing onto me, and I pull you down beside me and enfold you in my slick, sweating body and hold you and rock you and croon to you and caress you over and over and over and over until we have both cried every last tear. Library It's one of town's largest libraries. She worked there almost three years now. She know's almost everything about that library. He's been going to the library almost everyday for the last few months. Just for her. He likes to watch her. Always dressed in mid length flowing skirts and low cut tops. The way she walks, she's so beautiful. Maybe he'll make a move . . . and one day he does just that. He comes into the library and sits down, removing several things from his backpack. He spreads them out on the table he's chosen. He looks up to see her take an armful of books and walk over to the shelves. He knew where she was going, he looked at the books as he came in. She was headed to the very farthest corner. Time to make a move. Very slowly he walked in the direction she was moving in. Just act like you are looking for a book, he tells himself. Periodically he stops to look at a cover or flip a couple pages. Finally he gets to the aisle she turned into. She was just putting down her armful and picked up the top few to put away. He watched her for a while, until almost the whole pile had been returned to their shelves. Time to act, it was now or never. He walked over to her, her back was to him. He kissed the side of her neck. She turned abruptly and bumped into the wall. He put his hands on either side of her head, effectively trapping her. Although still giving her the option to leave if she wanted to. Her blue eyes met his green ones. He smiled his most charming smile and she just grinned. She put her arms around his neck and drew his head down to hers. This was even better then fantasy. He didn't expect her to be this co-operative with him. He expected some struggle, or argument, or something but not this. This was good. She was the best kisser he'd ever had. He almost melted as her tongue gently parted his lips. He felt almost like a virgin again. It was ridiculous, he was the one supposed to be in charge, this was interesting though. Talk about turning the tables . . . . Slowly one hand made it's way slowly to his fly. She rubbed him to erection through his jeans. It didn't take long at all. As her tongue probed his tongue, inviting his to join, she smiled. He found that she was very skilled at what she was doing. She was driving him to all distraction. He wanted to drop to the floor with her right this minute, but it wasn't what he'd planned. None of this was like what he'd planned. Suddenly he found her hand inside his pants, and making it's way into his boxer shorts! As soon as her hand met flesh he jerked. Her hand was cool on his flesh, and expertly skilled as she began to stroke him. Much to his dismay he felt her hand leave him. He moaned softly, "Shh, this is a library we must have quiet." She smiled up at him and suddenly dropped to her knees. She withdrew his rigid member and stroked it some with her delicate hand. He let his head fall back, this was beautiful. Suddenly he felt her take him into her mouth. If this felt good, it must be heaven to be inside her. He stretched out his arm to cup the back of her head, gently encouraging her efforts. He let her take him deep into her mouth, thrusting gently so he wouldn't hurt her. Without warning he let go. His head came up and his eyes flew open. He expected to see her choking and a look of disgust on his face. Instead when he looked down she was swallowing it all, with a smile no less. He grinned at his luck and stroked her hair. When he finished and she had him cleaned off he helped her to her feet. He hugged her close and whisper in her ear, "I'm sorry love. I didn't expect it. It was as much a surprise to me as it was to you. Darling I'm so . . " She put a finger to his lips, "no apologies" she kissed him and snaked her tongue into his mouth. He could taste himself on her and it made him hard instantly for her again. She reached down and felt it. She looked up and him and saw the apology there. "no apologies" "uh, ok. Thank you." "You don't think I'm done with you yet, do you?" "uh well, I didn't . . . um uh" he stumbled and smiled pathetically at her. She gave him a broad smile and stroked him gently. He bit back a moan. She turned quickly to face the wall and pulled up her skirt. Much delight he found she wore nothing underneath. He came up behind her and started to rub against her. He buried his face in her neck smiling. As he stroked her he nipped and bit and kissed her neck. She spread her hands against the wall and almost moaned. He reached around her and covered her mouth with his hand, "this is a library we must have quiet." She smiled against his hand and he entered her with one swift movement. She lightly nipped his hand and he drove himself into her. She moved back against him and he pounded her harder and faster. She knew how to be quiet. Not a peep escaped her lips. He had to restrain himself not to make any sound. It didn't take long at all for both of them to climax. She didn't make a sound and he had to bite down on her shoulder to keep from moaning and screaming. He let her go and fixed himself up. She did the same, very quickly. He stood still for a few moments. When he looked up he remembered how he bit her shoulder. His mouth fell open to speak and he slapped it shut again, he didn't know what to say. She smiled at him and pulled her shirt over for him to see the mark he left. It was a deep purple and it looked tender. He brushed his fingertips lightly across it and she didn't even flinch. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too bad anywhere else?" "I'm fine darling. Even this didn't hurt that much" she indicated her bruise. "I don't mind at all. I've made my mark as well." She giggled and pointed to a small bruise she left. "Don't worry nobody will see them. Only you and me." She dropped a kiss on his lips and left him standing alone in the middle of the aisle. He went back to his table and sat. Attempting to concentrate on his homework. It was useless. Every time he glanced her way she smiled a knowing smile at him. Maybe he would make this a regular thing . . . . a huge grin spread across his lips, maybe. Library He woke up that morning and his bed was a mess. It did not take him too long to figure out why. The beautiful night he spent together with her was still alive in his mind, teasing him and taunting him with the memory of the sweet pleasures. As a matter of fact he could still see himself taking the afternoon off and going to the library to do some research on a subject he was working on. He walked through the aisles looking for the books he needed taking them out of the shelves one at a time piling them on his arm. Finally he had them all and as he walked to the silent room, he noticed her. Her back was turned to him so he could not see her face, but his eyes spotted her high heels and he felt drawn and attracted by those beautiful sexy feet. Her dark hair held bound in a long braid fell down her back, drawing the eyes to her slender waist. He followed her silently; she too was piling up a few books and walking towards that same silent room he was destined to. So he waited a few minutes, gave her the time to go in first, then walked in and sat in front of her. "Hello." He said in a very soft voice, careful to avoid startling the amazing creature. She smiled tapped her index on her lips softly whispering: "Cannot talk here," "OK, sorry." he whispered back. He kept looking at her, could not stop the effect she had on his body. He couldn't help how she made his blood run hot just by seeing her sitting there, her glasses low on her pert nose He looked at her again then got up and went to sit by her side. An empty chair next to her seemed more than convenient. As he sat himself on it again he whispered in her ear. "Hello" She never answered and kept her soft gray eyes on her books trying not to pay attention to him. But he was not going to give up and he continued: "I saw earlier between the aisles and I followed you here; I wanted to tell you I love your laced shoes and everything else about you. The way you walk, the way you are dressed, this beautiful white miniskirt and black sleeveless shirt are just beautiful." She again tried not to pay attention to him; she could feel his presence though, his determination and decisiveness. She looked at him, placed her mouth in his left ear, blew on it, maybe to tease him, and with a very seductive soft voice whispered. "Sir, I am here to work and this is a library, so please stop talking to me" He smiled his eyes locked in hers placed his mouth on her right ear and with a firm soft voice he whispered back: "I know that but I do find you much too attractive to just let you go. I am determined to have you, take control of you and make you mine." She could not believe what she was hearing and thought of just getting up and go. Where does he come from with all this behavior? But somehow she felt nailed to that chair, and she was not afraid of him. As a matter of fact his firmness, his self confidence, was making him attractive and she began to feel drawn to him. Nevertheless she got up and moved one chair away. As she was doing that her pocket book fell on the floor and opened. Quickly he picked up to give it to her and noticed there was one of those little bullet vibrators in it. He pulled it out of the pocket book and sat next to her. He gave her back her pocket book and showing her the toy whispered a few taunting words in her ear, letting her know what he had. She wanted it back but he refused to give it to her. Again she felt his eyes all over her and soon there after his right hand was on her thighs. "Stop that Sir, stop now." she said. She wanted to yell and run away but somehow, the courage, the determination the way he looked at her and was doing things, kept her there. He was making her feel wanted, desired, controlled and most of all deep down she knew he would not hurt her. His hand were firm and seductively moving on her thigh, rotating on her knees then going slowly up to her upper thighs, every now and then making a little pressure in between those wet legs. Again she feels his mouth breathing on her ear lobe his commanding voice asking her to take her underwear off. She turned her face towards him to laugh at him, he caught her lips and kissed her passionately. "Take them off, now." He whispered in a sultry, commanding voice. Luckily they were the only ones in that room, with glass walls. Everywhere else many people sat on couches or desks reading and taking notes, no one paid attention to the small room in the back of the library. For one minute she felt like everyone was looking at them and imagined what was going on. He leaned the toy against her softness, took her hand to his crouch. His determination, his will convinced her to take her underwear off and as soon as it slid down to her ankles, the toy was sliding deep in her. He was moving it in and out, sideways filling her up. Careful to not draw any attention, he turned it on low. The quiet buzzing was muffled by her skirt and his hand cupping her wet sex, the heat from her body arousing him. Desperate to keep collected, she tried to keep her moans quiet but the way his skillful hands rocked the vibrator in and out of her, hitting all the right spots, pulled passionate moans from her flushed lips. His voice whispered in her ear words of passion, desire and his eyes conquering her. She now felt under his total control. He once more took her hand in his and made her unzip his slacks. His big erect manhood was throbbing and vibrating; she kept stroking it as per his instructions. Everything had to be done exactly the way he wanted, every movement, just the way he wanted. Never before had she had such an experience like this. They were both breathing heavier now and moaning, trying to keep silent and not let anybody behind those glass walls know, hear or even imagine what was going on. They were close to climax. She was squirming and shaking and he was handling that toy so beautifully, so well, his hard manhood filling up her fist. She imagined having it in her mouth and in herself in lieu of that toy. His eyes deep immersed in hers, exploring her, controlling her. He knew their orgasms were not that far anymore, any moment and they would both explode. He grabbed her mouth with his and began to kiss her passionately; a Long, lingering kiss that lasted through the orgasm thus avoiding her from screaming. But it didn't stop her from melting against him, her senses tingling from the experience. Pulling away from him and quickly shutting off the vibrator, she shoved it back in her bag and straightened herself up. Turning to him, she was grateful to notice that he had done the same. "Hey," she caught his attention, her voice sleepy and seductive. "Let's go somewhere, a bit more private." "Where we can finish?" he elaborated smoothly. "Precisely." Her gray eyes studied him, her mind whirling with wild desires. "My apartment isn't too far from here." Standing, she took her bag and headed for the door. "Coming?" Benoit1202 Library Since my computer at home went down, I have been frequenting the library. It's the only computer that allows me on to the IWU web-site. There is a time limit. But beggars can't be choosers. As I'm on the site chatting, I 'feel' someone behind me. I turn to look when I feel a touch on my shoulder, just slightly. 'You know people might get the wrong idea about you.' In my other ear I hear a whisper. 'Maybe I want them to have that idea.' I reply as I turn to see who whispered. But, I miss him. Now both hands are on my shoulders. Holding to keep me forward. 'In that case, you seem to need to be fucked and fucked hard,' he whispers in my other ear. 'As a matter of fact I do. But I can't seem to find any one local to take on the challenge.' 'Challenge? Is that what you are?' He chuckles, as his hand moves down my side and up to cup underneath a breast. 'Actually you wouldn't think so but it seems to be the established thinking.' As I lean into his hand. I feel my pussy start to throb, getting wet. 'Then you have been looking in the wrong places.' He pinches my nipple through my shirt and bra. Moving his hand back to my shoulder. 'Ever fantasize about fucking in the library?' He murmurs into my ear. Breathing heavily and sending shivers over my body. I finally turn to look at his gorgeous brown eyes, and see the predatory look. His crotch resting very close to the back of my chair. I look down and see the bulge twitching ever so slightly. I move my hand forward, looking up, watching his eyes as I brush against him. His gasp is all the invitation I need. I turn and log off the computer, as he reaches down and nuzzles my neck and ear, sending more shivers and making me drip instantly. I stand and turn into him, so close without touching I can feel his sexual desire coming off of him in waves against mine. 'So, would you show me the local history room?' He asks a little loud, but not too. 'Certainly.' We move as one for the stairs. The local history room is located on the second floor, far back. And is literally a room, closed off. He opens the door and takes my hand, leading me to the far corner table. Before I can say anything his mouth is over mine, hard, demanding. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, thrusting and exploring as I match his ferocity. My hands going up under his shirt, clawing down his back. He moans. Pulling back from me, I have his lower lip and slowly release it. He lifts my shirt and pulls my bra down, to suckle my tit. Nipping and sucking hard, bringing them both to a rock hard point. I reach for his cock and he evades me. Backing me to the table he sits on it, never leaving my tits. He stands up and brings me to the corner edge of the table, and steps between my legs. The heat from my pussy invades his cock through our jeans, as he presses against me. 'Next time wear a skirt.' He demands, as his hands undo my pants and pull them off of one leg. He leans down and breathes deep, smelling my wet pussy. He leans forward and kisses me again, softer, more seductively. I reach over and pull him closer as I undo his jeans and release his throbbing cock into my hand, using my hands and nails to push down his pants I slowly stroke him and then grab and squeeze hard. He stands and leans back, grabbing my hand. He looks down at me. 'You want me to cum, now?! Do that again, otherwise.....' Taking a hold of my hips he slides me up against his cock. 'Wrap your legs around me.' As he pulls me forward holding me tight. I move up and wrap my legs. As I do he guides his cock inside me and pushes up and hard. I gasp, feeling him fill every crevice of my pussy. The man is built for this. He picks me up and moves me against the wall between the shelving and begins to pump me. Holding my ass with both hands, he lifts and drops me onto his cock. Making me gasp and shudder. Trying my best not to call out. He moves faster, deeper and harder. Both of us breathing harder. I move my hands down his shoulder, back into his hair. Then I use my nails across his back, not leaving any marks. But definitely letting him feel the results, as he moans with me. Stopping suddenly, he positions my tits to his eye level, looks at me and starts sucking, pinning me harder against the wall. Moving his hand from underneath to flick my clit. 'I can feel you building, you can cum to me baby. Squeeze my cock with your pussy.' 'Yes, yes.' I mumble into his shoulder. 'Cumming now, please....' Is all I could say. Just then he drops me completely onto his cock and pushes, deep into my pussy, deeper with each thrust, until I feel him swell and explode deep inside me. He keeps moving, making both us ride the wave again. Slowly, our breathing comes back into control. He releases me gently down the wall. He pushes into me again and kisses me almost reverently as he says, 'Thank you'. 'Ah, no Thank you. By the way my name is Jessanna, yours?' I ask holding out my hand. 'Lucian.' He replies, shaking my hand. Slowly I smile and start redressing. He does the same almost looking sheepishly. 'I have been watching you for a few days. I had no idea this would happen.' As he tucks his shirt back in. 'So, next time, I'll definitely wear a skirt.' As I dance on one leg, to put my jeans back on. Lucian smile and chuckles as he takes my hand and leads me back out into the library and down the front steps. 'Ah, excuse me, but were you done in there?' 'Haven't even gotten started, I'm taking you home. That was just the appetizer.' Library Alex had been walking around the town for most part of the morning, just enjoying the weather and the accompanying Scottish scenery. Feeling tired and looking for some alternative, he was delighted to see the town library ahead. He always enjoyed sitting down and reading, science fiction and mysteries in particular and if they were books with collection of stories, he could sit down and read for quite a while before he did anything else. Taking a break from sightseeing, he walked into the library. Wandering around through the stacks of books, he noticed someone sitting at one of the desks with a laptop and moved towards her. As he stood beside her, he noticed her flaming hair, blue jeans, and a white tie up top, with some kind of intriguing pattern on it. He wasn't paying much attention to any of those because he was much more interested in the rise and fall of the curve of her breasts as she moved while typing. She noticed someone beside her and looked towards him, he sat beside her and asked what she was doing. "Writing", she said, smiling her dark green eyes. She found him to be a little older with locks of brown and grey hair, brown eyes and wearing beige pants with a black shirt. "What are you writing?" he asked moving closer looking at her screen. "I have a blog where I write erotic stories. I post new stories almost every day." "Erotic stories, hmm?" "Yes. Here's my blog." She clicked open a browser window and a small picture of her in a sheer white dress popped up, and after a few more clicks a bunch of erotic photos and series of stories followed. As she scrolled down, he read the titles, "Elevator - Chapter 2", "The Cowboy and the Lady", "Blind Date". "Interesting ", he said. "Where do you get your ideas?" "Some are real, and some are made up, but I'm not going into detail", she smiled again. "I'm Alex", he said holding out his right hand. "Kat", she replied, taking his, and resting hers in it. He gripped her hand firmly, and shook, looking into her eyes. She could feel his gaze piercing her. "You look like you've been working up a sweat", she commented. "I decided to have a break from sightseeing, but couldn't realize earlier that the scenery was going to be just as good in the local library." She smiled at him again, letting go of his hand, her face reddening slightly. He wasn't the most handsome man in the world, but she felt warmth emanating from him. He moved a little closer and asked "What else do you do, besides writing?" She found herself opening up to him, talking about her college, her boring lecturers and her job at the museum. In turn, he smiled and discussed about his job as a being professor back home "giving out boring lectures", his love of travel, and details about some of the places he had been, or had yet to go. Almost an hour passed as they sat in the corner of the library and it felt comfortable. She asked him if he wanted to read one of her stories, and when he nodded, she opened one of her favourite stories for him and moved her laptop over. He became engrossed in it, scrolling down page by page slowly. He found himself shifting a bit when he came to the naughtier bits. When he finished it, she could see that his breathing was a little harder. "Did you like it?" she asked. "Very much so", he answered looking into her eyes again. "You know, this place doesn't seem too busy for a library." "Most people are outside somewhere, not sitting on computers in a library", she answered. "They don't know what they are missing", he responded, moving his hand over, touching hers lightly, tracing his finger up her bare arm. As she turned to him he moved his hands to hold her face giving her a kiss, his lips lightly brushing hers. "Cherry flavoured?" he asked. "Hmm", she replied, wrapping her hands around him, pulling him to her, kissing him hard and her hands roaming across his back. He moved his hands around her back too, pressing her to him and felt her breasts against him and her nipples hard as they brushed against the dual fabric of her top and his shirt. She let out a low moan. Still kissing her, his hand moved down between her legs, slowly tracing the space between her legs through her jeans. She shifted her legs, opening them up, giving him more room as he continued pushing his palm against her, cupping her sex, and rubbing her slowly through her jeans. She arched her back into his hand, "Mmmm... that feels wonderful", she said. She couldn't believe what she was doing in the middle of the day, none the less with a man who she had just met. As he was touching her through her jeans, she was getting wetter and she was more turned on just by thinking about what was happening. "Someone could see," she said in a breathless voice, trailing her hand up his leg. "Let them," he replied, unzipping her jeans and plunging his hand down them. She wore white lace briefs; "classy girl", he thought, cupping her through the lace, before sliding his hand under into her dripping hot cunt. "Mmmm...ohhh yes Alex," she moaned unzipping his jeans to repay the favour. She took him in her hand. He was already hot and hard. She started stroking him slowly, running her thumb over the tip, and spreading his pre-cum. "Oh... Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He slid a finger inside her, causing her to buck on his hand. "God you're so tight," he whispered bending to her ear and biting it turning her on even more. "Mmm yes I am," she said her eyes now closed. "Would you like another finger?" he said not giving her a chance to respond before shoving another finger in her. "Ahhh..." He stopped her screams with his hand over her mouth and she started stroking him faster than before. Her pussy was gushing now. She was close and he could feel her walls clenching around his fingers. "Let's add another shall we," he said hand still on her mouth, looking in her eyes. She shook her head no, but he wasn't listening; he was in charge now. Shoving another finger in her, he saw her eyes widen. She bit his palm, but then her eyes closed and her face glowed in ecstasy. "You like that don't you," he said thrusting his fingers in and out of her. "Tell me," he said taking his hand away. "Yes, don't stop...ohhh, please don't stop," she cried out. "Shh, I won't stop but you have to be quiet, we don't want to draw a crowd now, do we?" He said thinking about it, "Or do you? Is that what you want, someone to see me playing with your wet pussy? Someone to witness you cumming all over my hand, while I fuck you with my fingers, is that what you want you dirty little slut?" His words were turning her on more and more and she had to let go off him to hold onto the desk. "Oh God Alex make me cum please" she whispered. He twisted his wrist inside her, then pulled out and shoved all three fingers deep inside then rubbed her clit with his thumb. "Oh Fu..." he covered her mouth again, watched her eyes roll back in bliss. "That's right Kat let go." "Mmppphhh" was all he could hear as his hand was smothering her cries. He was still playing with her clit, wriggling his fingers inside. Kat had never felt such an orgasm. He wasn't stopping yet and her heart was racing. "I could die," was her last thought before another wave hit her. When she stopped bucking against his hand he pulled his fingers out and looking into her eyes, he licked them. "Mmm you taste exotic," he said smiling. Kat looked down and saw his dick still out of his pants and more swollen than before. She took him in her hand and started stroking him slowly. She bent over and took the tip of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip and bent over further licking him from the tip to balls. She then took him to the back of her throat. "Oh yes Kat suck me," he said holding her head down to his lap as his ecstasy started to build up. Kat started sucking him faster and faster. "Oh. Fuck yes," he said feeling himself close soon. "God you're amazing," he said, wondering if anyone had ever felt this good going down on him. "You've sucked lots of cocks, haven't you slut!" He said pushing her head further down. He felt her gag and pulled back, but she didn't stop and her hand started playing with his balls. "I'm close baby... do you swallow?" She shook her head no. He grabbed her hair twisted it around his hand. "I'm cumming...argh," she went to pull back but he kept her there "Swallow Kat, swallow my cum" She didn't have a choice. He tasted salty, creamy, and hot and she swallowed till the only thing left in her mouth was his cock. "Mmmm good girl," he said patting her head. Library Quick study session. All characters are over 18. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (11.25 min/mp3) * * * * * Library Adventures It seemed like any other day at the library to Jessica. She got to work early that day and in between shelving and helping patrons she spent her time reading Africa's World War. The book was very interesting, but her thoughts kept drifting. The night before she had stayed up texting her friend from Georgia, Kevin, and now she couldn't get him off her mind. They had such a playful friendship now, but they used to want more from each other. Sometimes she felt that there was still something else beneath the surface, unspoken. She knew that they weren't just friends. And today she couldn't get thoughts of him out of her mind. She sat at the front desk in her navy blue cardigan that subtly outlined the curve of her breasts. As she read about the Rwandan children, her mind drifted-- imagining Kevin's hand on her cheek, imagining Kevin running his hand through her brunette locks, reaching the back of her head, and emphatically pulling her forward, into his kiss... She jumped as Valarie said "Jessica, please go shelf D-F, the books are getting piled up back here," interrupting her daydreams. "Of course," she said, walking into the back room to get the book on a cart. After she had loaded the books onto the cart she pushed it through the library towards the elevator wishing, like always, that it wouldn't make so much noise on the tiled floor. Unbeknownst to Jessica, as she entered the elevator, Kevin walked through the front door of the library. Kevin walked up the front stairs of the library wearing his white button up shirt and a pair of blue jeans. His hair looked ruffled like he'd had a long night. He didn't even notice the blonde admiring his physique as he threw open the library door, with determination in his eyes. As he walked through the glass door he began searching for her. He had spent the previous day being teased by her. He knew that he wanted her, and that she wanted him. And he wasn't planning on waiting any longer. Kevin strode up to the front desk continuing to search for her as he walked. He asked the librarian at the front, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Jessica Fox, do you know where I can find her?" The librarian looked up from her novel and said, "Sure, Jessica is upstairs shelving books in the far section of the library, section D." He thanked her and rushed off, choosing to sprint the stairs instead of taking the elevator. When he got to the second floor he walked quickly down the rows, his heart beating faster and faster and the letters descended, getting closer to D. He hadn't noticed anyone else since he got upstairs, attributing it to the fact that not many people hung out at the library at 8pm on a Sunday. He saw a cart full of books sitting in between two rows and knew he was close. He slowed down, thoughts racing, realizing he hadn't planned anything after this point. He stopped by the cart, turning to look down the aisle. He saw Jessica, with a goofy smile on her face, humming while she bent over to put a book on the bottom shelf. He stood watching her for a minute, while she listened to her ipod, completely oblivious to his presence. He smiled to himself and forced a cough. Startled, Jessica turned around, pulling the buds out of her ears. She saw Kevin standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at her so thoroughly it came through his eyes. At first she thought she must be delusional. "Kevin couldn't be here, it's impossible," she thought, but she walked slowly towards him anyway in disbelief. He let out a chuckle noticing her genuine surprise. "Kevin?! What are you doing here??" she asked finally accepting that she wasn't dreaming. He stood at the end of the aisle looking strong and sexy with his hair all out of place. She flung her arms around his neck, squeezing tight, breathing in the scent of him as he answered, "I think you know, Jessica." Jessica pulled back, arms still clasped around the back of his neck, searching his brown eyes. His stare radiated his determination and lust. She beamed at him, and then let her eyes flicker to his lips and back again. Kevin didn't need any more of an invitation. He placed his palm on the small of her back and pulled her in closer, so their hips pressed together. Their lips were mere centimeters apart. Jessica's breathing became heavier, hardly able to stand the anticipation. But Kevin was enjoying the fervor in her eyes and the longing for him he could feel pulsing through her body. Very slowing, he reached one hand up and placed it against her cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. He moved his head in the last centimeter and pressed his lips to hers. Electricity shook through both of their bodies as that simple, but long awaited kiss pressed on. Jessica let out a quiet sigh of pleasure as Kevin began pressing kisses across her check and down her neck. She reluctantly pushed him back. As soon as their bodies weren't touching her thoughts became more coherent. What was she doing? There were people around. Kevin sensed her apprehension and said "There's no one around Jessica, it's just us," and he closed the gap between them. Once again her sensibility vanished as his warmth and scent made her head swim. Instead of pushing him back again, she reached up, took a hold of his shirt and pulled him to her, barricading herself between Kevin and the shelf of books behind her. She pulled his head forcefully down and kissed him hard, sneaking her tongue between his lips. He kissed back just as hard, gently pulling at her hair in lust. Kevin hugged her close again as his tongue dance with hers, this time his hands drifted down her back pulling her groin tight against his. She ground herself against him for a while then backed away and began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, before discarding it and dropping it to the floor. She unbuckled his pants and drew the zipper down; she could feel him already hard for her. "Undress for me," he whispered into her ear. Her chest heaved as her pulse raced. Her trembling fingers began to slowly unbutton her blue cardigan. Kevin noticed her red lace bra and his jaw dropped. She continued unbuttoning slowly, unveiling more of her ivory skin to him with each button. As she reached the last button Kevin patience vanished. He grabbed the cardigan and pushed it back and down her arms, letting it drop to the floor. Then his hands dropped to her waist and he unbuttoned her jeans. When his fingers brushed against her skin warmth coursed through her body. Kevin tugged at the jeans, crouching down and forcefully pulling them to her ankles. She quickly stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She stood in front of Kevin wearing matching set of red lace undergarments. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, throwing it on top of some books on the shelf behind them. They stood, breathing hard, and admiring one another as the anticipation heightened. Kevin stood with his jeans unbuttoned and boxers visible, his bare chest rising and falling with his breath. Jessica stood coyly with her bare, ivory breasts heaving. Kevin reached out, simultaneously groping her breast and wrapping an arm around her bottom as he lifted her and set her on the metal latter that was to her right. He stepped back and quickly pulling off her red underwear tossed them behind himself. She sat perched on the ladder in front of him, legs spread, waiting for him to step forward. Instead Kevin knelt down, and pressed his lips to her thigh. He began moving upward, leaving a trail of tingles on her skin. When he had reach the top of her thigh he moved up her hips, then her bellybutton, finally reaching her breasts as she wrapped her legs around him. Kevin gently pressed his lips against each pink nipple, and traced his tongue around them. Jessica moaned in pleasure, grabbing his back and pulling him forward, silently begging him to fill her. Kevin stood back up, face to face with Jessica. She clasped her legs tighter around him pressing him to her waist and she pulled him closer, pressing her chest against his and planting a passionate kiss on him. Jessica reached down, taking ahold of Kevin's hard member and guiding it into herself. They both let out a sigh of pleasure as he completely filled her. Kevin reached one hand beneath her knee and raised it, pressing his palm against some books, and pinning her to the shelf. She used her other foot to steady herself as Kevin fondled her breasts. As he slowly began moving in and out of her she let her head fall back in pleasure, sighing. The sight of her carnal bliss exciting him even more, Kevin began pumping harder and rougher and Jessica grabbed ahold of his back, digging her fingernails into him as she leaned forward and kissed down his neck and shoulder, anywhere she could reach. Her free leg squeezed him tight meeting his thrusts with her own. Jessica could feel her climax approaching as Kevin thrust quicker into her. He let her leg go, and she wrapped them both tight around him and Kevin enclosed her in his arms, pressing their bodies together hard. Jessica's head lay on his shoulder, fingers pressing into his back. Kevin plunged into her, erupting, as Jessica moaned, "Ohh, Kevin," in ecstasy gently biting into his shoulder. The two didn't budge for a couple minutes while they reveled in their abandon and waited for their hearts to stop racing. Finally, Jessica's raised her head and met his eyes. She gave him a gentle kiss and lowered herself to the floor. The two dress quickly, sneaking playful peeks at one another. Kevin dressed quicker though, and stood admiring Jessica as she searched for her bra. "Haha, help me!" she laughed, standing topless in her blue jeans. Kevin wrapped his arms tightly around her, then pulling back, reached and grabbed her bra off the bookshelf behind them. She smiled and finished dressing quickly. Library After Hours... Erica knew she had to leave and the hour was growing late but she just had to get this assignment turned in before the library closed. She was so engrossed in her typing she hadn't heard the last announcement the librarian made for final checkout. "Done!" she exclaims. Then quickly looked around to see if she'd disturbed anyone with her outburst. "Hmm, that's strange. Am I really the last one left?" Erica then realized the lights were being turned off section by section. She scrambled to pack up her books and laptop and haphazardly shoved them into her bag. She noticed she'd shoved a library book into her bag she hadn't checked out. "Crap! I'd better put this back before I go." She turned and headed down to the non-fiction section and hastily returned the book to its proper place. As she started to retreat she heard a vacuum cleaner come to life in the next aisle. "Good grief I've got to get out of here! They've already started cleaning." Erica headed back to the individual cubicle she'd used to retrieve her things. Just as she turned to go a man appeared in a drab olive green cleaning service uniform. He stood so close she could see the company's name, "Chad's Cleaning Service" was embroidered on his left shoulder. "Um, Miss do you know the library's now closed? I hate to be the one to tell you but those doors won't open again for another 8 hours, at the end of my shift. The Librarian comes in about 7 a.m. to relieve me. The employees and my boss are the only ones with the security access codes." Erica looked at the guy like he was insane. Is he serious she thought? 8 stinky hours stuck in the library! I mean who's the dork responsible for making sure all the patrons where gone? It wasn't completely her fault she didn't hear the closing announcement. Well ok, actually it was partly her fault but hell, didn't someone always go through the place kicking people out? "That cannot be the only way to get out of here Mister. You'll just have to call one of the employees or your boss and get the code so I can get out of here." Just then she noticed the cleaning guy looking at her ample cleavage which was clear from her scoop neck t-shirt she'd hastily thrown on this afternoon. She'd made the unwitting judgment call of going it 70's style without her bra. She liked the feeling of being free. Even though her girls were just D cups she still got her fair share of hoots and hollers with or without her bra. As proven by the cleaning guy's lack of attention to her face. She also realized her nipples had peaked but wasn't sure if that was due to the cool air controlled temperature of the library, or Mr.Clean's rapt attention to her tits. Embarrassingly, this turned her on. He couldn't seem to look away. Was he that desperate or were her tits that fabulous he just couldn't help himself. She was hoping for desperate. She could work with that. Been a while since she'd been laid anyway "Hey Sir, I have a proposition for you." "Uh, a what Ma'am?" "A proposal, an idea that will perhaps help us both get what we want tonight." Just then, Erica ran her hands slowly over her ribcage, gliding upwards towards her breasts and gently palmed both luscious caramel lobes. She slowly kneaded and massaged them right before his eyes. The cleaning guy shook his bald head as if he were waking from a dream. "Do you like what you see?" Erica whispered. He began to raise his hands toward her breasts. He suddenly stopped as if having second thoughts and stuttered. "Uh, uh, ma, ma'am I don't think this is a good idea. What if my boss finds out or comes in? I could get fired." Still massaging her luscious tits and now pinching and rolling her nipples through her t-shirt, she realized he needed a little more incentive to help her out. Her hands slid to the edge of her shirt and pulled down the front of her tee. Her breasts spilled right out of her top. His eyes grew large as saucers, and Erica noticed the bulge in his pants had grown as well. She lifted her head just in time as it would've collided with his. He backed her up against the desk, lifted her ass to rest on the edge and latched on to a hard chocolate nipple. He was suckling her with the ferocity of a hungry pup. Sucking and nipping her nipples as he squeezed them both at the same time. Erica's head lolled back on her shoulders as the suction of his warm moist mouth sent fiery sensations of pleasure straight to her throbbing cunt. As his mouth alternated from one nipple to the other, he ground his pelvis into her moistened silk clad mound. This was when she realized her denim mini skirt had risen up her hips exposing her red thong. The friction from his grinding created an exquisite sensation causing her sensitive clit to stiffen, and her pussy to moisten even more. Erica was caught in a wickedly delightful maelstrom of sensation. She felt Mr. Clean pull aside her thong, glide up and down her slit with the knuckle of his finger, causing her juices to coat the digit in creamy slickness. He slowly inserted his finger into her tight pussy and she gasped at the initial entry. Erica ground her hips into his hand to deepen the contact. Rotating her hips to simulate the fucking she so desperately wanted. His moans were a sign that he was just as affected by the contact as she was. Tightening her feminine walls around his finger urged him to insert another. He was now fucking her with his thick thrusting fingers. Erica felt her cream flow, coating his fingers, and onto the desk below as the surface became slick. Lubrication was never a problem for her. He felt her cum drench his fingers and became desperate to taste the source. He dropped to his knees and began licking her from the crevice below her slick mound straight up to the tip of her sensitive clit. He sucked her throbbing nub, and inserted his tongue like an eager cock hell bent on drilling for white gold. His tongue action was so intense Erica began to feel the beginnings of her first orgasm of the night. The cleaning man must have felt how close she was because just then he stood and began unzipped his fly. Out popped the thickest cock she had ever seen. Considering her ex-boyfriend of 2 years had been her 4th lover, she hadn't seen many. The veins were thick and pulsed angrily. The mushroom like head was oversized and looked an angry red in color as he stroked himself preparing to enter her glistening core. With a grunt he began to work his way inside her tight pussy. It was a deliciously snug fit as he thrust his way into her tight canal. Thankfully she was so aroused and wet he didn't have long to work his way inside of her. Balls deep flush against her pussy he took a minute to latch onto a chocolate nipple. Erica moaned from the dual sensation of being filled full of dick and her sensitive nipples being sucked and pinched. It didn't take much thrusting from her lover before she found herself on the brink of orgasm. It ripped right through her with a savage fierceness. She screamed "Fuck yes!" as loud as she pleased since they were the only ones present. He began to ease up off her tits as she could see the veins bulge from his forehead as sweat dripped onto her breasts. He was close. His thrusts picked up speed and his moans became growls. Erica could see their reflection in the glass encasement which surrounded the cubicles and the sight of her outstretched legs resting in the crook of his elbows was hot. Even more so was the sight of as his ass muscles as they flexed on every upstroke. This drove her to the edge again. His face contorted as he growled one last time, slammed into her drenched mound and froze as he released steamy stream after stream of hot cum into her pulsing cunt. As he emptied the last of his spunk into her, his upper body collapsed onto her breasts. After a few minutes, Erica could feel his deflating cock slide out from between her soaked lips. As he staggered back and rested against the glass and pulled his dick inside his pants, he grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Ma'am I forgot to mention the alarm on the back door has been broken for over a month now. Odds are it's safe to leave that way." With that said, he adjusted his pants, turned and left to resume his vacuuming. Erica slid down off the desk with a satisfied smile on her face nonetheless. Who was she to complain, she'd gotten her work done and her pussy worked. Seemed like a win-win to her.