Opening a library book gives me a hard-on. I slip my finger between the pages, tight with weight, and feel the cool texture of the printed page as I gently pull apart the crease and smell the musky smell of a well thumbed volume. The hope is always that there will be something erotic within, some fantasy, or story, real or imagined, of beautiful people drenched in Eros. Slender sexy bodies lightly brushed with sweat, lips swollen and slightly bruised, nipples tweaked and aching for more, cocks turgid, tumescent, and straining for more. One glorious long fuck always on the verge of crescendo.
But the reality was usually a book on job hunting.
I was a thirty five year old career changer in the library of a mid-town school preparing a portfolio for a copywriting job. I took evening classes and spent the days in the library reading manuals, books on job hunting, studying award winning ads and thinking of ads. It was tedious and toilsome and all I really wanted to do was masturbate. So I would take breaks by going to the bathroom and sit on the toilet and slowly silently stroke my stiff prick and fondle my balls. Gently and lovingly I would stroke myself being careful not to come so as to elongate the pleasure and pain, frustration and fulfillment.
It was after one such fifteen minute "break" that I returned to my table to find Cathy. I had been fantasizing about a blond with short curly hair, a tight round ass, and high firm tits. Cathy was a marked contrast from my fantasy.
She was Japanese with thick shoulder length hair pulled back in a pony tail behind her baseball cap. She had beautiful thick lips, with just the right shade of lipstick, her eyes were set wide, and were deep brown, and her loose sweater fell over full breasts and hung about a slim waist.
She looked up and smiled at me as I sat down and said, "I hope you don't mind sharing the table. It was packed when I came in". I told her, "I don't mind in the least", and forced myself not to gawk as I went back to my reading.
We both sat quietly studying. She held her body very still. I could hear her breathe. She was not really concentrating on what was in front of her. She was studying a book on figure drawing and I could tell she was as aware of me as I was of her. "What the hell just go for it", I said to myself, "the worst that can happen is she'll get up an go. At least then you'll be able to concentrate".
So I turned to her and said, "Does studying do the same thing to you that it does to me?"
She looked up, cocked an eyebrow, smiled the smallest little smile, and said, "I don't know about you, but it arouses me". A deep silence widened between us. She smiled, "What does studying do to you?"
I looked into her eyes, her thick red lips at the bottom of my field of vision, and I said, "It makes me hard."
She looked casually from side to side and moved in her chair. Then I felt her shoeless foot slide up my leg and into my crotch. The table was wide and she leaned back and pointed her foot to touch, with her big toe, the tip of my prick. It throbbed, it jumped, it strained. "Yes. You're right. It does." She looked at her watch and said, "I have a class in twentyfive minutes. You know of a place we can go before then?"
My mind reeled, I swallowed and tried hard not to stare at her breasts as they rose and fell beneath her sweater. I turned and looked in the direction of the bathroom where I had just been stroking my cock. Before I could speak she said, "All right. I'll go first. I'll go into the first one, everyone tries the back ones first, and I'll leave the door unlocked. Wait a minute or two before you come." She got up, turned and walked through the stacks, her ass twitching with each step.
It is this experience and many like it that makes me hard now when I open a library book. Thick and musty, smelling of dust.
I waited, got up, and walked straight towards the first bathroom.
A young film student with greasy long hair walked down the isle between stacks towards the toilets. It was everything I could do not to break into a run and sprint to the first door. But, just as she had said, he walked past the first bathroom and tried the door on the end. It was locked. He tried the next. There was a total of four and I was already walking as fast as I could. The third door opened and he went in as I arrived at the first. I paused, looked around, opened the door and went in.
She was sitting on the toilet wiping herself, her skirt down around her ankles. "I hope you don't mind" she whispered "but I thought I'd go ahead and pee. That way if somebody else came in I'd be covered. So to speak." The toilet was to the side of the door so I saw her long legs in profile. She stood up and turned to me pulling up her skirt. Her cunt was almost bare with only a dark keystone of pubic hair on its top. "How 'bout you? Do you need to pee?"
She had the most remarkable straight forward direct manner and a California accent. I shook my head. "Oh come on! Pee!" She said as she stepped toward me with her skirt unfastened and hanging loose about her hips. "I've always wanted to see a man pee." Then she looked me in the eye and licked her lips and whispered huskily, "I'll hold your dick for you and shake it when you're done." I couldn't help but grin. She laughed. I chuckled. The spell was broken. I believed myself and where I was. Although the whole situation was incredible I understood where she was coming from. "All right", I told myself, "don't disappoint her. Keep her interested 'cause you're never gonna get another chance like this.:"
I walked past her and unfastened my belt and pants. It was difficult getting my hard dick out and even more difficult getting it to point down. And when she reached around me and started to help, my dick bounced against her hands like the end of a lever. "Ooo", she purred, "it's strong. God! I can't get it to point down." I stood on my tip toes and leaned forward. She held it in her left hand and leaned around my back and watched. "Christ", I said, "I don't know if I can piss. You've got me so hard I feel like I could fuck a hole in the wall."
"Just relax", she said, "You'll get off. I want to feel you pee". I closed my eyes and concentrated on relaxing my bladder. She pushed my straining dick down hard and finally I began to piss. She giggled. "Oh God I can feel it! Have you ever done this before?" I just snorted. She laughed, "Me either. It's kind of fun!" I finished with a couple squirts and she said, "Is that all?" "Yes", I replied. "Oh well" she said, "maybe we can do it again". And then she shook it.
That's how it began. Now just the thought of a library card gets me hard.
With only twenty minutes until her class we had to hurry. I sat on the toilet and pulled her down onto my lap as she pulled her sweater over her head. I stared eye to eye with her nipples, which were large and dark and erect. She sat on my lap with her skirt wide around us, falling over my knees and covering my cock which pointed straight up. She inched forward and I gently bit her left nipple. I could feel her panties rub on the underside of my cock. She tilted her head back and her long black hair fell down her back as her breasts pointed up. She groaned and I began to salivate as I played with her nipple between my teeth.
With only twenty minutes until she had to be in class it was very short and quick. I pulled her panties off, she sat on my dick, and we fucked. She bounced and her hair fell around her shoulders and her big tits and nipples swung before my eyes. She was gorgeous and she had a pussy that milked me dry. We both came and I felt like a twelve year old boys water cannon as I pumped into her. There was no after glow just heavy breathing and the smell of the bathroom and sex. She hung over me and breathed as my shrinking dick slipped from her cunt. She giggled a little and said, "Well. I guess that's what you call a slam bam thank you mam." I just grunted and laughed. She struggled to her feet and said, "I got to run, I don't want to be late, I guess I'll be seeing you again in the library."
