It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to pique my interest. So quick that I nearly missed it. Margaret bent forward to check a note written in her workbook, and as she did, her loose, low cut, top fell forward giving me an uninterrupted view down her shirt. I could see the swell of her breasts pushed up by her half cut bra, which was barely holding them in. I thought that if I could catch a glimpse at a slightly better angle, I had an inkling that her bra might be so low cut that her nipples, or part of them could be showing. She looked up suddenly, caught me looking, and gave me a cheeky little smile. Did she do it on purpose?
There was a group of five of us studying together in the library. There was a bit of small chit chat but most people were focussed on their work. I now had nothing else to think about apart from Margaret's breasts. I could still see the pale skin of her breasts swelling above the top of the bra, pushed into perfect shape by the lacy green bra. Her skin was so pale, and pushed so tightly up, that you could faintly see the light blue veins tracking under her skin.
Margaret was very attractive, and we were fairly good friends, so this was new ground with her for me. She was pretty tall, especially for a girl, being almost six foot, and was very slim. She had blonde hair and green eyes, with very fair skin. Her breasts had generally looked fairly small to me, between an A and a B cup, but this bra was definitely enhancing them nicely. Her body was that of a supermodel's, long, slim legs, whilst her waist and upper body were also very slim. She didn't carry herself with the grace of a model, but it wouldn't have been a push to imagine her in that role.
So there we were, studying in the library, or in my case now being distracted in the library, and I couldn't help but get the feeling that she wanted more than just a look down her top from me. Maybe I was just imagining it, but I thought I saw a hint of sexual desire in her eyes when she gave me her cheeky grin..
She again leaned forward to examine something on her page, and this time I got a prolonged look down her top. Her breasts were truly wonderful, the soft pale flesh spilling out, firm and rounded above the top of her bra. It was a wonderful view, and this time I knew that she meant it as she pressed her arms together, causing her breasts to push up slightly more, and gave me a smile. This time I definitely didn't imagine the smouldering sexuality in her gaze, and it made me wonder where this was going. Needless to say, I wasn't complaining, and would happily take the opportunity if she wanted this to go further.
As she sat back this time, she adjusted her clothes slightly, which left me slightly disappointed, believing that that was the end of the show. But the next time she leaned forward again, she propped her elbow on the table and rested her head on her raised hand. This gave me another wonderful look down her top, and the biggest surprise was that the adjustments that she had made was to pull her half cut bra down slightly, allowing her nipples to poke over the top. Her light pink areola and nipples were small on her breasts, but her excitement was obvious with her nipples rock hard. This show was really turning me on, and I was shifting slightly in my seat as my hardening cock was making me uncomfortable. Fortunately, the others at the table were too focussed on their work to notice what was going on between us.
The way Margaret was sitting pressed her breasts together and upwards. Now that she had shifted her bra down to expose her sweet nipples, her breasts were threatening to pop fully out of her bra. The green lace was just hugging the bottom of her areolas, holding the remainder of her breasts tightly in its embrace. Thinking of it, I wondered why Margaret had worn such a sexy bra, combined with a fairly loose top, and wondering if she had planned this to happen. This time when she looked at me, there was raw sexual desire in her eyes. The hardness of my cock was making my pants uncomfortably tight, and I knew that this was either going to go further or I would have to sort myself out.
Suddenly, to my shock, I felt Margaret's foot sliding up my thigh, and felt the pleasure as she brushed across my hard cock. She was looking down at her books again, giving me a view down her shirt, whilst she stroked her foot up and down the length of my cock. It was so hard to keep still and quiet so as not to alert the others at the table what was happening. Her foot was working wonders, stroking my cock softly, feeling almost as good as a hand around it. I wanted to come, and could feel my cock swelling even harder, when she stopped and drew her foot away. Margaret looked up and around at the others, before dropping a note on my book that simply said 'drop your pen'. This, of course, I did.
As I bent down to retrieve my pen, I looked up and nearly banged my head on the table in shock. Margaret was wearing a fairly short skirt, with her legs spread and clearly no panties. It was clear to see that she was a natural blonde as the neatly trimmed strip of blond fuzz pointed down towards her otherwise bald pussy. She was glistening with her juices, and as I watched, her left hand snaked down from above the table to dip into her pussy and stroke her clit softly, covering it in her juices. Her legs were shaking slightly as she tried to keep what was happening beneath the table hidden from everyone else.
I knew that I couldn't stay under the table any longer without raising suspicion. I quickly leaned forwards and ran my tongue up the length of her pussy up to her clit. I heard her gasp in shock and pleasure as I pulled away, which she quickly turned into a cough, and I returned to my seat. I looked across at Margaret to see her face flushed slightly and her hair slightly out of whack, with her left arm still under the table.
She looked up at me, and mouthed 'oh my god', her green eyes staring lustily at me. Focussing on her, I could see the subtle movements of her left arm, indicating that she was still stroking her pussy under the table. Her eyes were slightly glazed as she gazed at me, and she was biting her bottom lip to keep from making noise. Her stiff nipples were obvious beneath her thin shirt, and she then bent forward and rubbed her hand softly over her nipple. Her body shook slightly, as she tried to keep still whilst a small orgasm coursed through her.
Trying to keep her breathing steady, she scribbled a quick note and threw it across to me, before practically running away from the table. I took notice for the first time of what she was wearing, a black, pleated skirt, fairly short but not indecently so, with her loose short sleeved top. Her long legs were accentuated by a medium size pair of heels. In short she was stunning, and looked more like a model than ever. I looked down at the note... 'bathroom 3 mins', which couldn't be any clearer. I was still rock hard, so I adjusted myself to be less visible, then after a couple of minutes set off towards the bathroom.
I knew that she wouldn't be in the men's bathroom, and I had just seen a girl go into the women's bathroom, so I took a chance that she would have gone into one of the two disabled bathrooms. I knocked on the door on the right, which was the only one of the two that was locked. I heard the lock being undone, and waited a couple of seconds before I entered slowly, and then quickly closed the door behind me, and locked it, once I realised I was in the right place.
Margaret was up on the counter top over the sink, bent over into a doggy style position, with two fingers deep in her pussy. She looked at me in the mirror above the sink, 'oh fuck Ben I'm gonna come so hard!! Oh shit!! Oooooohhhhhhh!!' she moaned as loudly as she dared. She plunged her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, and then drove them deep one last time as she shuddered in pleasure and came all over her fingers. I could see the juices running down to her wrist as she came strongly.
Margaret removed her fingers slowly from her wet pussy, her body shaking as she came down from her orgasmic high. Her hair was hanging messily over her face as she smiled blissfully, and her skirt was ruffled up around her waist, showing off her tight arse and her glistening pussy. 'Oh my fucking god Ben!! Shit I needed that!! I was so fucking wet and horny sitting on that chair! I needed to come so bad!!' she moaned, 'I thought I was gonna explode when you licked my pussy you bad boy!!' Margaret was still looking at me in the mirror whilst she talked to me.
As she finished talking, Margaret got down from the counter and walked towards me. She was still clothed, and her hard nipples were clear through her top. She kissed me deeply, before dropping to her knees. As she knelt on the ground before me, I looked down to see the same amazing view of her breasts spilling out of her tight bra as I had at the table. She unzipped my pants and removed my tightly constrained cock, still rock hard from the earlier teasing. Margaret slowly slid her mouth around my cock, whilst her hand, still wet from her own juices, was stroking my cock adding even more pleasure. The combination of her hand and her warm, wet mouth was exquisite on my hard cock, 'Oh fuck Marg!! Shit that feels so good babe!!', I moaned as she looked up at me.
I pulled away from her, as I wanted to fuck her. She looked up at me with a disappointed face, 'I want to fuck you Marg, I want to slide this into your hot pussy.' I said to her.
