I watched him come in. Hair a little disheveled, upper body clad in a sensible cable knit sweater for the unseasonably cold September weather we'd been having. He just about fell through the double doors, a laptop and several books jammed precariously under one arm, large rucksack on his back preventing him from slipping through the too narrow gap he'd created as he attempted to slink in.
He righted himself and glanced guiltily at the front desk. I saw him visibly relax when he saw that my chair was empty, Martha typing away at the second desk with her one-fingered peck. He thought I wasn't here. After the ignominy of his entrance had passed, however, he looked crest-fallen. He hadn't come to study, he could do that perfectly well in his university dorm room.
He'd come for something else altogether.
I could have moved from my hiding place behind the magazine racks. Even a simple step to the side and he would have noticed me. I stayed where I was. Let him be disappointed, let him relax, thinking the nerve-shredding pleasure that had him coming back to me time after time was off for today.
It would make it all the sweeter when I revealed myself to him.
I waited until he'd settled himself at a small table by the large wall of windows, then signaled to Martha that I was leaving the library floor. She gave a brief nod in return, she was an unflappable woman in her late fifties who could handle it if a bomb went off in the Special Collection stacks.
I went through to the Staff Only area, and into the bathroom. It only took a few moments to divest myself of my bra and underwear. My bra I slipped into my handbag, hanging on my peg over my cardigan. It was damned cold in the library early doors. It wasn't much better now, the heating unable to cope with the high ceilings in the main room of the library, and my nipples peaked through my thin white blouse as I moved back out amongst the books, my panties scrunched up in my hand. I hitched my pencil skirt up just a little higher as I walked over to the windows so the slit ran to my upper thigh, almost revealed my nakedness underneath. I wore high-heeled buckled pumps. Understated and professional, but elevated enough to accentuate the line of my calves. My long hair was tucked away in a tortoiseshell comb. I had the librarian look down pat - I was a librarian, after all - but only a special few got to see the minx underneath.
I stalked past the desks of lowered heads, students feverishly studying for finals that were a couple of weeks away, and paused right beside his. He didn't register me at first, his gaze on his laptop screen where he'd pulled up an article. I glanced at the title, something about physics. Well, it could wait. I reached out my arm and dropped my panties, right onto his keyboard. His reaction was comical. He stared down at them for a long moment, as if they'd miraculously appeared out of nowhere, before common sense kicked in and told him to look up. Our eyes locked and I watched the color drain out of his cheeks - then flood back in.
"Come with me," I said.
I didn't wait to see if he was going to obey, I turned on my heel and started walking away, a deliberate sashay to my hips. As I moved across the open area containing the work desks and headed to the back stacks, where visitors were less frequent and privacy more likely, I undid the top three buttons of my blouse. Not enough to reveal anything, just allowing the tops of my unfettered breasts to show. I was excited, my clit pulsing and my core hot and swollen, but I kept that scrupulously off my face, nose in the air, bitch face etched on my features and warning everyone in my path not to try and stop me.
I took him all the way to back corner, unclipping a chain that hung across the stack entry and prevented students from putting their grubby fingers all over the delicate papers of historical PhD theses. I stood aside to let him pass, making sure the angle was tight, so he'd have to all but brush against me. He kept his gaze on the floor, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously.
"All the way to the end," I instructed.
He obeyed wordlessly, and I paused only long enough to replace the chain across the stack entrance. Privacy, but not much. Anyone in the next row down would be able to catch glimpses of us between the shelves, and anyone in the row beyond that, just slithers. Chances were we would be seen by someone.
I liked that.
I approached him slowly, enjoying the way he was squirming, fidgeting and looking anywhere but at me. He looked uncomfortable, like he'd rather be anywhere but here. He also had an enormous erection tenting the front of his trousers.
"Do you like my outfit?" I asked him, pausing a foot away and stretching one leg out slightly to press against the slit of my skirt, putting a hand on my hip and pushing my shoulders back to emphasise my ample and unbound breasts. He had to look at me then. He hauled in a shaky breath and raked his eyes over my figure, gaze flicking to my face for only the shortest of moments before fixing on my tits. I could work with that.
"Undo my blouse," I told him.
"I... what?"
I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed he'd make me repeat myself.
"Undo. My. Blouse."
"Yes. I... sorry." He reached for me with shaking hands, his fingers clumsy as they worked at the simple snaps. I kept my gaze on his face, piling on the pressure, forcing myself not to twitch when the backs of his hands brushed against my nipples. It took him a while, but he got all the way to the bottom, the hem tucked into my skirt preventing the whole garment from swinging loose. It framed my breasts beautifully, though, putting the inner curves on display but keeping the rest a secret between him and me. He knew what they looked like, totally exposed, and I could see him remembering. I glanced down and smirked: his hands were folded into tight fists at his side as he fought to control himself.
"You can play with them," I told him.
He managed to meet my gaze for a heartbeat, both apprehensive and excited, then his look turned reverent as he focused on my breasts, both hands coming up to cup them gently. I closed my eyes and relaxed as he explored, lifting and squeezing, thumbs rubbing over my nipples then working with his forefingers to squeeze them. I gave a little moan, fluttering my eyes open to watch him work, and that gave him the courage to do it a little harder.
