The Library

Reading break was near the end of February, and most students simply went on holidays like ski trips or Greek islands, and so on. Hannah and Lucia went to Ibiza, René to Copenhagen. His mother was quite ill, and they decided it might not be the best time for Sasha to meet the family. They thought that the end of the semester would be better.

Sasha was fine with this. Her mother was going to visit for a few days, and Sasha was eager to see her. Plus, she could get ahead on a marking gig Dr. G had offered her. This is how she found herself in the campus library late on a Friday when it was as quiet as a tomb. She liked to work in a far corner on the third floor that had big tables and a couple of small meeting rooms. She heard a couple of people come and go, but it was otherwise quite dead.

She worked for an hour and felt a need to stretch. She liked to use the heavy table like a barre. She had a mini skirt on, but no one would see if her knickers were on display, so she hiked up her skirt and did some stretches. She also liked to "Do a lap or two", as she called it, walking the perimeter of the floor once or twice to loosen up after sitting for a long time. Leaving everything on the table and went for a stroll.

When Sasha was at the furthest extent of her "lap" away from her table, she heard hushed voices. She had thought she was alone on the floor. The voices were slightly clearer as Sasha neared one of the meeting rooms. A male and a female were quietly speaking French, a language she knew well.

"Don't worry! There's no one around," the male voice said.

"But someone could surprise us!" The female exclaimed in a tone of false concern.

"We are in a separate room. We'll hear anyone coming. I'll shut the door."

Sasha could see the door and stopped in her tracks. She stepped out of sight between the stacks and waited.

"No one there,

cherie

." The man said.

The woman responded. "Just leave it. It's more exciting in a way."

"Like the park that time we made love there," the man laughed. "But no kids or police."

Sasha heard some muffled sighs. She peaked at the door. She could have doubled back, but she felt curious. She heard a zip, the woman giggled - she obviously had lost any concern about exposure.

Sasha was tittering on the inside, and she put her fingers over her mouth to remind herself to not make any noise. She was certain she and one of her friends might do the same thing as this couple. She heard an imaginary Hannah's posh British voice in her mind, "Take a look, perv!"

She peeked again and could see the open door. There was a soft light on in the room. The woman had lost all shyness and was moaning, "

Aah...oui...oui! Lèche ma chatted cheri! Mmm...oh

!" Sasha slipped off her shoes and crept closer. The sounds continued - the man was making muffled sounds too.

The room had windows to the main library space and a door that opened inward. Peering through the glass, Sasha saw that neither of the lovers would easily see her - and they were naked. She could see the young man on his knees with his back to her, and the young woman with an auburn pixie cut lying atop a large table. He was licking between her naked thighs, his hands holding her legs apart. The woman had one hand tangled in his hair pulling his face into her cunt. The other hand was squeezing a breast with her fingers pinching and pulling her nipple. Her head was nearly arched back over the edge of the table.

The man began fingerings his lover's pussy. Watching her quivering thighs, listening to her amorous exhortations, and seeing her lover fervently finger and lick her spread pussy made Sasha wet. Add to that, the thrill of voyeurism; Sasha was very aroused.

Sasha reached under her skirt, rubbing her snatch, feeling the heat and wetness in her panties. She reached under her shirt, and being braless, she pulled on her nipple.

The young woman was soon in the throes of an orgasm. Whatever vestige of caution she had was gone as she passionately moaned. Both of her hands were pulling her lover's face to her cunt, and he was licking and fingerings her to ecstasy.

Sasha's fingers, now slippery with her own nectar, rubbed and pinched her clit as she kneeled outside the room spying on the couple. They moved, and she ducked back out of sight too quickly, falling on her ass with an "Oomph." It was not loud, but she was worried.

"

Pierre! Qu'est-ce que c'est

!" The woman in the room hissed to her lover.

"

Un moment, cherie

," her lover replied.

Before she thought to hide. Sasha froze in position, her smooth wet pussy and breasts exposed, long enough for the man to peek out the door. Pierre saw Sasha, and with a wink and a smile he put a finger to his lips and looked over his shoulder to his lover.

"

De rien, Giselle

," he assured the woman. Sasha noted that he was very handsome, with long dark hair. He was also tall, with a muscular physique, large erection, and taut butt she admired as he turned and re-entered the room. She heard some low whispering and the sound of movement in the room. Then there was a sound of gagging.

She crept to the door and cautiously looked inside.

The woman, Giselle, was still on her back with her head hanging backward off the table. Her lover was standing, stuffing his turgid prick into her mouth as she gasped and groaned. He pulled on her nipples and stroked her body. Sasha could not believe she was taking that huge snake into her eager mouth. She was impressed.

Giselle was making a few gurgling sounds, and she gasped when Pierre extracted his shaft every few strokes. She also sputtered and Sasha could see Giselle's saliva dripping down into her hair. On her knees now, Sasha teasing her clit, pulled her panties aside. She began to finger her cunt while tormenting her hard clit with her palm. She pulled up her shirt and squeezed her tits with her other hand. Pierre looked over to her and smiled as he throat-fucked Giselle.

The he motioned for Sasha to back away. She moved out of sight as the couple shifted positions. She dared to peek and saw that Giselle was now standing, bent over the table with her sexy ass raised high. Pierre was lubricating his glans, rubbing the head of his cock on her labia as she moaned.

Sasha had not really had a decent look at Giselle's face, but she had noticed her long shapely legs and perky tits. She thought Giselle's auburn pixie cut would make her easy to spot though.

"

Baise-moi! Baise-moi

!" Giselle moaned, urging Pierre to fuck her.

Pierre then speared her cunt, burying his long, thick cock in a single stroke.

"Aaahh!" Giselle screamed at the rough penetration and yet she encouraged him, commanding him, yelling "

Baisse-moi

!" over and over as he doubled and redoubled his thrusts. He spanked her ass hard as he sounded her pussy with his club of a cock.

Sasha fingered herself furiously. Pierre was gorgeous to watch as he fucked his lover with a rough ferocity that made Sasha's lust rise blanking out all worry about being caught.

On any typical evening, someone might have called the campus security, but aside from Giselle and Pierre's loud lustful sounds the building was as quiet as a ghost town. Her gash and fingers were drenched.

Giselle screamed that she was cumming and it triggered Sasha who felt the familiar tide of orgasm rise in her cunt. Pierre encouraged Giselle - the two of them spouting lewd sexual words in French. Giselle was bucking her ass back as Pierre drove forward over and over. Sasha reveled in the sounds of his balls slapping Giselle's pussy, his hand spanking her ass, and the lover thighs clapping together.

Giselle became incoherent and sank to the floor gently guided to her knees by her paramour. He was pumping his stiff member with one hand. The fingers of his other hand were tangled in Giselle's hair. He forced his cock into her mouth, and she eagerly took it. She grasped it with her small hands, pumping it as he forced her head up and down on his love pole.

Watching, wide-eyed, Sasha felt a gushing between her quivering legs as she orgasmed. She was biting on one hand to keep from screaming. Simultaneously, Pierre groaned and moaned loudly. He arched his back and, thrusting into Giselle's mouth, he ejaculated. It seemed a lot of jizz as Giselle kept sucking and swallowing, yet some of the cum was dripping down her chin and onto her tits.

Sasha sighed, and Giselle attempted to turn her head, but Pierre held her there as she drained every drop of semen from his huge love gun. He looked over at Sasha and waved. She waved back, blew him a kiss, then crept away.

If she made any noise, it was covered by the PA system announcing the early closure of the library.

Her cum-soaked panties were a bit uncomfortable, so she dabbed her pussy dry and left them on the table. She gathered her thing and left as quickly and quietly as possible. Feeling mischievous, she left her panties on the table. She did not run into Giselle and Pierre on the way out but wondered if she might run into them somewhere else.

It was only 7 PM, and she had eaten a bit earlier, so she thought she might drop off the papers she had marked as she had a key for the Modern Languages building, which was actually three renovated heritage houses near the library.

Later, the custodian, an elderly man who still worked a little to stay busy was checking the third floor. In the meeting room Giselle and Perre had fucked in, he was puzzled. Had someone spilled some drinks on the table? He leaned closer and his eyes grew wide as he smelled the scent of sex. He smiled. "These lucky young students," he chortled to himself as he wiped the table.

He was further surprised to find a pair of silky panties on another table. He sniffed them, drawing in the fragrance of pussy cum that made him think of pleasures long past.

He slipped the panties into his pocket and wiped the table before locking down the floor.