She hated working late in the library on a Friday evening. Most students where out partying and getting drunk by now, so there was really nothing to do for her. Just sitting there, watching the clock and wait for closing time to come. Another 10 minutes she thought to herself, then she'd round up the few people that where inside, then go home and fix herself a late night dinner.
Calling out over the intercom that the library is closing in 10 minutes, she waited for the last few students to leave. Slowly three girls came down the stairs from the upper part of the library heading for the exit. Neither had any books to check out so she let them out the front door and locked it behind them. Just then someone called out behind her to wait. Looking over her shoulder she noticed a tall, young man. Dressed in all black and carrying a large gym bag, she had noticed him earlier when he had come in. It wasn't unusual for students to carry their gym bags around, but what had caught her eye with him earlier, was that he was very well dressed and very good looking. Since she was a student herself, in the last semester of trying to get her diploma in arts, she guessed he was about the same age as her, maybe a bit younger.
Wanting to talk to him, she walked over to the counter, then called him over to her as well. Trying to find an excuse, she told him she had to inspect his bag, for any books. When she opened the zipper, he put his hand on hers, and looking at her with deep brown eyes asked her not to do it, promising her that there where just his gym clothes inside and no stolen books. Nevertheless she proceeded with opening the bag. At first glance nothing unusual was found, until she dug deeper and her hand could feel some magazines. She triumphantly glanced at him, pulling the stack of magazines out of the bag, then holding them under his face. Grinning he took them from her, turning them around so she could see the cover. The fronts of Playboy, Hustler and such stared her in the face, she blushed a deep red, then turned her head away, knowing that those type of magazines where not found in the student library on campus.
He shoved the magazines back into his bag, then slowly walked towards the door, so she could let him out. Still very embarrassed she followed him. He stepped aside to let her pass, but not enough; she had to brush against him to be able to get to the door. Bending her head down to fit the key into the lock, he was standing so close behind her she could feel his breath on her neck. A shiver of sexual arousal ran through her body, but ignoring it, she proceeded to unlock the door. Holding the heavy door open for him, he moved around her front, brushing up against her again, so close that she could feel, and when she looked down, also see the big bulge in the front of his pants.
Gently he put his hand on top of hers, pushing the door closed again. Standing directly in front of her he looked deep into her green eyes, looking for an answer to his unspoken question. Slightly she nodded. Pushing her against the wall behind her, he stood in front of her, leaning his head forward for a kiss. When their lips met it felt like an electric current running through both of them. Slowly his tongue brushed against her opened lips, searching, feeling and tasting. They kissed for a long time, their bodies not touching anywhere else, just their lips and tongues where joined. Reaching her arms up she pulled him towards her; putting one hand on his neck and wrapping one long, leg around his denim clad hips.
He reached around behind her, pulling her away from the wall a little bit, then put both of his hands on her ass. His hands felt the tightness of her buttocks, clad in a tight skirt. Tugging at the skirt, he hiked it up over her hips so that her butt was uncovered. To his surprise she wasn't wearing any panties, but a garter belt with her stockings attached to it. Smiling inwardly, he continued kissing her. Now moving down her neck, nibbling and leaving wet trails with his tongue. Her head was leaning over to one side, resting against the wall, giving him easier access to her neck. Her hands where roaming across his back, feeling his tight muscles through the blazer he was wearing and his shirt underneath. Reaching forward, she slipped her hands underneath the lapels of his jacket, then slipped it off, letting it drop to the ground behind him. Returning her hands to his front, she started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to feel his skin. Pulling the shirt out of his jeans, it soon joined his jacket on the ground. Now she could feel his upper half without having to fight with clothes. Her soft, small hands caressed his back, running them up and down his spine.