The college library

You see me climb the stairs to the library's second-floor study hall, but I haven't noticed you yet. I set down my backpack and make myself at home at one of the tables across from you, pulling out a stack of notebooks. I sort through the binders, selecting a red one, and sit back to review my notes. It is then that I glance up and see you across the room. You smile. I wave, then return to my notebook.

You take a look around the second floor, where a handful of earnest students are plugging away at laptops and taking notes from thick textbooks. The smile returns to your face as you are struck by inspiration.

The next time I glance up, your plaid wool schoolgirl's skirt is hiked up over your crossed legs, offering a delectable view of your thighs. I look for a moment, then allow my eyes to rise to your face.

I blush as I realize you have caught me looking. You hold my gaze as you uncross and recross your legs. I gulp as my blush intensifies.

I return my gaze to the notes I'm reviewing but it's too much to resist - after a few seconds I look up at you again. You have raised your hand to cup your left breast, and as I watch you give it a gentle squeeze. Your fingertips glide in a small circle over the raised point of your nipple against the white cotton of your shirt, then you [cup your breast again for another squeeze.

I look to the left and right but no one else is watching. The few students in the library this Sunday morning are hardcore, serious about their studies. I lick my lips and look back in your direction. As our eyes lock you unfasten the button over your breasts and slip your hand inside. Now I can see the shape of your hand caressing your breast but your hand is hidden...and somehow it is more enticing.

I press my thighs together tightly. You uncross your legs and spread them as you sit facing me. My eyes are riveted to the sight as you remove your hand from your shirt and use it to slide your skirt up over your spread thighs. More...just a little more...I stifle a moan as I catch a glimpse of your panties.

You drop your skirt and take a quick look around to make sure no one is watching us. Then you undo a couple more buttons and pull your shirt open to show me your breast. I lick my lips as I stare at the soft, full roundness, the eraser-tip points of your nipples. I raise my gaze to your face and you lick your lips enticingly. You know that you are driving me crazy.

You raise your skirt again and with your other hand glide your fingers lightly over the soft flesh of your thighs. You reach the top and pull the fabric to the side, giving me a view of your hidden secret. I can't tear my eyes away as you raise your index finger to your full lips and lick it with the tip of your tongue, then return it to its spot between your legs.

I watch as you find your clit and rub gently for a moment.

You seem to be surprised by your own wetness. Teasing me this way has left you very aroused.

You think for a moment, then get up and walk through the walls of bookshelves to the back of the library. You don't have to look back to know that I will follow you.

You press the elevator button and the doors upon as I arrive behind you and follow you inside. The elevator begins to move and I reach over and hit the stop button, leaving it paused between floors.

I'm standing behind you. I reach around your waist and pull you to me, tangling my fingers in your hair. I pull your head back and drop my lips to your throat as you close your eyes in pleasure. One hand remains in your hair as the other roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, gliding over your flat stomach, your hips, your thighs. I thrust my hand into your shirt, which is still unbuttoned, and squeeze your breast as I continue to kiss your throat.

I bunch your skirt up at your waist as I find you with my fingers, dip into your wetness, and begin to caress your clit. I slide my fingers in wet, slippery circles against your clit as your breath comes out in gasps.

You might be asking me to stop but I don't - I keep rubbing your clit until your hips grind in circles and you pant, "Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop."

You collapse against me as you cum hard, standing in the elevator, your shirt bloused open and the cool air hardening your nipples, your wool skirt bunched around your waist. You moan as you cum and cum, as the passion and pleasure continue on and on.

Then I am turning you around. I tangle my fingers in your hair and push you down to your knees before me, and you reach up to pull my panties down, down until they pool at my feet. I use my grip on your hair to pull you to me as I spread my thighs, grinding myself into your sweet face, spreading my slick hot wetness over your lips, your tongue, your chin, your cheeks.

"You. Are. So. Sexy," I manage to say, each word coming out as I roll and grind my pussy against your face. You taste my wetness flow as my breath comes faster and faster.

Then I am cumming, my hips jerking and writhing as electricity jolts through my body. You lick me hard and fast as my fingers, still tangled in your hair, hold your face to my throbbing pussy.

I moan and reach over to the elevator's stop button, flipping it back into the Run position as we rearrange our disheveled clothing. "It looks like you have a lot of studying to do," I say. "See you after?"

The elevator doors slide open, returning us to the study hall and our books. You step out calmly and wink at me over your shoulder. "I wouldn't miss it."

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