Seems like you spend all your time here at the Library anymore. I can't wait for you to finish your thesis so we can get back to our normal relationship. You're not at your usual table, but I notice your book bag, so you must be close. I begin to wander the stacks and there you are. Seeing you reach for a book from the top shelf, I take advantage of the situation and sneak up behind you. I stretch out one hand, grab your wrist and pin it to the shelf, my other hand quickly covering your mouth so you don't scream.
Leaning in close, I whisper in your ear, "Hey sweetie, I knew I'd find you here at the library." You relax a bit upon finding out it's me, but I don't release your hand. In fact, I take your other hand and raise it over your head as well, and demand that you grasp the shelf with both hands.
I take my hand from your mouth as I kiss the side of your neck. My hands, now free, drop to your hips as I press in against you, my hardening cock grinding against your ass. "Glad you took my advice and wore that skirt for a change. It looks great on you, and will allow me to do this . . ."
Rubbing my fingertips down your leg to the hem of the knee length skirt, I reach up along your bare thigh, my hands pulling you back more firmly against me. "Ohhhh gawwwd, someone's going to see," you whisper back with a smile.
"Nah, we're far enough back in the stacks that we'll get plenty of notice if someone's coming. That's the beauty of these old tile floors."
"If you say so baby, but you're telling my mom if we get arrested," you say with a giggle.
My hand running up to cup one breast through your white blouse, "I won't let us get arrested, at least not you." I reach between us and fondle your ass through your skirt, squeezing your cheeks. My hand slips further down and I spread your legs a little further, slipping a thigh between them so you can grind back against my leg.
"Keep holding that shelf, little princess," I whisper as I reach around you and undo the center button on your blouse. Slipping one hand inside, tracing my fingers along your bra, my other hand runs up your back. Pulling your long black hair to one side and licking your neck, rubbing my thigh against your panty clad pussy, your nipple hardens under my touch and I pinch it through your bra.
That's when we hear it, *Click Clack Click Clack*. "Stay here sweetie, I'll be right back, someone is coming. Here read this book."
I slip into another aisle, watching you through the stacks. As soon as our unwanted guest has found their book and left, I rejoin you in your aisle. Sliding back behind you, my sneakers providing silence, so that when I reach for the hem of your skirt, pulling it quickly up exposing your ass, you are caught off guard. I caress your cotton-covered cheeks, lightly spanking your ass smack. Not so hard as to make any noise, just so that you know I'm in charge.
My left hand finds its way back to your breasts, slipping once again inside your blouse. This time I undo the front latch of your strapless bra and pull it off and out, quickly placing it in my jacket pocket.
"Mmmmmmmm baby, you're going to drive me crazy doing that," you moan as I caress your bare breasts under your blouse. Your hard nipples are plainly visible through the sheer white blouse you are wearing, the hard points pressing out, dark areola begging for my lips.
Again I slip a leg between yours, allowing you to grind on it's firm surface. My right hand dips down, past the skirt gathered at your waist, to rub you through your panties, a growing wet-spot clearly apparent in their crotch. Pinching your nipples, rubbing your wet pussy through your panties, I lean in pressing my hard cock against your backside and bite your neck, right on your spine.
"Ohhhhh gawwwd, baby," you moan again, whimpering quietly. Instantly, your panties are soaked. I slip a couple of fingers under the elastic at your crotch and trace your pussy lips, up and down, up . . .
. . . and down, slowly, teasing you. I'm so hot for your sweet ass right now, I'm ready to whip it out right here. Rubbing your clit, my steel shaft throbbing against your ass, I lick my way up your neck and moan my passion in your ear, biting the lobe.
Pulling your skirt down, I take your hand and guide you out of the library, around the corner, and down the alley. I'm not worried about getting caught here because it's almost dark, and besides, no one ever comes down this alley. Pushing you up against the wall behind a Dumpster, I kiss you hard, forcing my tongue into your mouth, wrestling with yours.
One of my hands reaches for your hair, pulling your head back, exposing the soft skin of your throat, licking and nipping at it. Enjoying the weight of your body pressed up against me, my other hand quickly unbuttoning your blouse, exposing your breasts. Licking my way down to your hard nipples, I pause to nibble and bite them as I continue to undress you. I reach up under your skirt, tearing your panties. They are so wet from your dripping cunt that they easily tear right off and I shove them on my coat pocket with your bra.
I slip one finger deep in your cunt, then another, my thumb finding your clit, rubbing it in small circles. My mouth latches over your nipples, first one then the other, sucking and biting, nibbling and teasing. Finger fucking your tight cunt, my free hand undoes my jeans and pulls out my hard cock, rubs it against the inside of your thigh.
Moaning, you try and reach down, wanting to grasp my cock. "Nah ah ah, you keep your hands held high my little sweetie, over your head," I whisper in your ear as I stand up straight and then kiss you again. My cock bobbing freely between your thighs, my free hand comes up and settles in around your throat. Clenching it lightly, I whisper in your ear, "Baby sweetie, I've been dreaming of getting back in your tight cunt since you stayed over two weekends ago, but you've been too busy. Now I've got you begging for it, you're such a little tramp aren't you?"
I lick your neck all the way up to your lips and kiss you hard again. As you return the kiss your passion mounting, you answer, "Only for your, baby, I'm only a tramp for you. You always have known exactly how to get me going."
Roughly pawing your breast, sinking nails into the tender flesh, "Say it again babydoll, tell me whose little tramp you are," my fingers moving faster and faster in your tight dripping snatch, every once in a while pulling out to coat your asshole with pussy juice.
