For several minutes you don’t move, your fingers still inside you and one finger resting on your clit. I silently rise and move toward you, but you keep your eyes closed. I stand behind you and rest my hands on your shoulders. Your head moves back against me and a quiver runs through my body. I bend down and kiss you gently.
I think that we must be at the end of this encounter, but I am mistaken. You rise slowly, and turn to face me. You kiss me, warmly and passionately. It is a kiss of lust, a kiss of invitation. I know you need more, and you want me to be part of it.
You glance around the still empty room, and then you lead me to a back corner of the room at the end of the last row shelves. You lean against the shelves and pull me toward you. We resume our kiss and your warmth flows into me. My cock is now pulsing against my zipper seeking relief. I feel your hand move down and slowly, carefully you free my over-erect cock. You lean back against the shelves, thrust your pelvis forward, and raise your skirt in invitation. Your smile of invitation is too much to resist. I push aside the now wet strip of panty covering your pussy and press my cock against your still engorged labia. I think I will enter you slowly, but you have other ideas. As I slide my cock along your slippery cunt, you grab my ass and pull me toward you, driving my cock deep inside you.
We fuck wildly but silently, aware of our surroundings but unconcerned about being caught. Only one thing matters to us at the moment, and we are not to be disturbed. But then, I change our pace. I stop moving, my cock buried to the hilt inside you. Your eyes open and you look at me questioningly. I smile, and pull you tight against me, savoring the feeling of your warm pussy pressing against the length of my cock, feeling your pert breasts poking against my chest, sensing your warm breath on my neck, inhaling your sensuous aroma. As we stand there in public enjoying our union, uncaring about others, at least for the moment, I feel you using your cunt muscles to squeeze my prick. In return, I tense my cock, filling it with blood, and then relaxing. We fuck like this, tensing and then relaxing, squeezing and caressing, unmoving but joined as never before.
After a few moments of this, I know that I can not hold off much longer. You sense this by a change in my breathing, and I feel you beginning to move against me, slowly at first, and then more rapidly. We fuck, like animals, consumed by our urges, linked by cock and pussy. Soon we are overwhelmed by a mutual climax that sweeps over us like an electrical charge, linking our emotions, flowing from your nerve endings to mine, and then back again. Our knees buckle, our skins flush, beads of sweat emerge. We hold on to each other more tightly for fear that we will fall down if we do not. Wow, you are absolutely the best!
You begin to move, as if to leave. But I hold on to you, refusing to let you escape, keeping you anchored in place with my prick still lodged within you. A ask your name, and I learn it is Jo. Finally, I have a name for the lovely visage that waltzes through my head at odd moments throughout the day. I ask if we can find time to meet, to have a lengthy encounter rather than the stolen moments of the past weeks. You are vague, elusive. I tuck one of my cards into your jacket pocket, asking you to call when you are ready. Without another word, you gently push me backwards, and my now shriveled cock slides out of you. You push down your skirt and straighten your jacket. You walk to the table, pick up your book, and walk unsteadily out of the room. Farewell for now.
