I've had such a long and boring week. Work was the same old routine. I've finally made my way to the one place I can have some peace and quiet to unwind.
The library is quiet. Most people are out eating dinner, watching movies or home with their families. I wave to the librarian at the front desk as I stroll by. She smiles and goes back to sorting and putting books in piles to be placed back on their shelves.
I have a new book I've just started. It's an erotic story that discusses extreme BDSM elements. Just thinking about the story so far has me blushing and stumbling down the aisle that leads to the secluded reading nook. Tucked away in the back, it's perfect because no one ever bothers me back there. No reason to worry if my pink cheeks or squirming has been detected yet.
I sit in the small sofa with its back to the entrance. The book is discussing a girl's introduction into being a sex slave. She's stripped naked during a big get together and put on display with several others. She's shy of her nakedness and very nervous. They explain how the guests are able to touch, stroke and do pretty much whatever they want to the slaves. She's embarrassed at first but finds herself getting excited both from watching others being used and by being used herself.
My breathing has sped up. I squeeze my legs together. This author doesn't pull punches with her wording. So much for being relaxed. Ha! I wonder how it'd be to have someone use me for their pleasure alone. Fuck! Why'd I choose this book again? Ok back to reading.
I'm so engrossed in the story that I lose track of my surroundings. So I don't have any warning of what's heading my way.
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As I walk into the library to return a book, I see a woman I'm not familiar with wave to the librarian and walk back into the aisles. Damn you're fucking hot. Curves everywhere! I love me some curves now. Love to feel them. To taste them.
Fuck. What am I doing? My cock's started getting hard. I need to stop that train of thought or the librarian is going to be very uncomfortable. Damn it. I'll take a second to calm down. I look around and find that no one has noticed my predicament yet. I let my mind wander to safer areas and gain back control of my body.
After turning in my books, I walk in the direction you went. Back into the aisles. After all it's a library. No one will notice I'm following you. I want another glance and possibly an opening to talk to you.
I walk quietly down the aisle trying to see where you could've gone. When I come to the end, I see you sitting on a soft loveseat. Your back is mostly to me. You seem to be sitting high like your feet are tucked beneath you. I catch a sound but am not sure what it was. You seem okay though so I continue watching.
You begin to shift a bit. You're having trouble sitting still. I can see that your cheeks are a lovely shade between pink and red. Your breath is a bit rapid to be sitting mostly still. I move closer to check and make sure you're ok. As I walk quietly right behind you a moan escapes your lips. Holy shit! I'm not believing my ears. You've taken your bottom lip between your teeth. I want to taste that lip.
I glance over your shoulder to see what you're reading and am shocked and excited. You're reading a book that is very graphic and descriptive on it's sex scenes. The hard-on I've been fighting stands back at attention. Well shit! I'm not sure what to do. You haven't noticed me right behind you yet. I lean in closer until my mouth is right beside your ear. I begin reading the story in a whisper quiet voice.
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I'm reading a very explicit part of my book when I hear a masculine voice reading in my ear. My breath hitches and my whole body tightens. I can feel your big presence behind me. You come around the love seat and sit down right beside me. Your leg pressed tightly up against mine.
"Hey beautiful" you whisper into my ear. "Can I join you in reading your book?" I shake my head yes in answer. How will I stand being so close to you and hearing your rumbling voice reading about a woman being teased relentlessly for the pleasure of others? I have no clue but I wouldn't pass this up for the world. I'm pretty sure I fell asleep and I'm dreaming.
You take the book and sit it aside for a moment and begin rearranging me. You tuck me into your side and put your left arm around my shoulders. Next, you take my right hand and lay it on your thigh. Shit! My fingers are so close to the bulge in your jeans. If I just... Shit. What am I thinking?
You look me in the eyes for a second before picking the book back up to start back up where you left off. The hairs all over my body seem to be standing up. I'm aware of every inch of skin that covers my body. It all seems pulled too tight.
You're reading about how the character was placed into a cage naked with her hands tied. She's brought close to orgasm over and over. Then left to feel the desire she cant fulfill with her bound hands.
I notice your hand moving slowly. Your fingers lightly graze my nipple. Fuck! I gasp and glance at you. Your eyes still on the book seem to sparkle. You continue reading of the lady's struggle with her horniness. Her wish to cum. Her every thought concentrated on the feelings she's experiencing.
You move your leg just a bit my way. This places the tips of my fingers flush with your growing cock. My first thought is to draw back. But I want to push and see how far you're willing to go.
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Your nipple pebbled as I lightly moved my fingers over it. The gasp has my dick so hard I have to move. My hands being busy, my only option is to subtly shift my leg. As I do though I feel your fingers against me. I pause for a second to regain my composure.
I continue reading. Understanding the woman's dilemma. I'm so turned on I want to pin you to the love seat and take you over and over. Your hand timidly slides over my cock. It twitches. You pause and I hear a slight giggle. My lips turn up at the edges.
You settle your hand on my cock and begin running your fingers over its full length and width. I gain myself enough to encourage you. My fingers continue lightly tracing your nipple. It's so hard. I pinch it and hold for just a few seconds. Your hand squeezes my cock. Fuck! I let go.
Your chest is heaving with your heavy breaths. I'm sure mine is moving much the same. I lower my hand behind you and inch my hand under the hem of your shirt. Creeping up your side. Feeling your smooth skin beneath my fingertips. Up slowly until I reach the hem of your bra. I pause waiting for some word or reaction telling me to stop. None comes.
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Your hand stops at my bra. No! Don't stop! Please. After a pause on your part I reach over and adjust my bra above my tits. My shirt rubs over both nipples. Your palm moves over my breast. Oh shit. It feels so good. As you tweak my nipple again I arch my back pushing my tit into your hand.
One minute I'm listening to you read. The next, you push the book into my hand saying "read!" You move me about to where my back is to the love seat's armrest. After a cursory glance around, you slide my body down a bit. My head lays on the armrest. "Read!" you urge me on.
I begin reading. At this point the main character is standing before a man. He's enjoying making her stand there and moan as his mouth works it's way down her neck to lick, suck and nibble on her tits. As I read this, you lift my shirt to show my belly. You bend down to lick and kiss my stomach. You reach my shirt and look up into my eyes. We stare at each other for a second before I look back at the book.
