Since I came to college I would consider myself a fairly adventurous person, streaking classrooms, restaurants, public areas and streets in my mission to "get a thrill" from exposing myself to the world. It is my firm belief that the human body is beautiful and that there should be no reason it should be covered up. Streaking also gives me a rush that gets my heart pumping and adrenaline soaring. Which brings me to my story. I figured that since I get such a rush from running around naked in public, what would sex be like?
To give you a little background about myself I am 5'6" tall, 125 pounds, brown hair and have A-cup breasts on the larger side.
At my University the main undergraduate library is massive, standing about five stories tall and housing countless amounts of tomes about everything from philosophy to forest protection. I rarely ever go in, usually only to check my E-Mail on the campus computers, but this one particular day I had an hour break before a three o'clock meeting with my study group in my Political Science class due to a mid-term tomorrow. Having just completed my mid-term, for which I had studied all night, I decided to take a nap up on the top floor where it was pretty quiet and some overstuffed couches were located. I walked into the library in a relatively short skirt made out of a soft plaid fabric which came down about halfway down to my knees (as long as I didn't have to bend over for anything I was pretty sure no one could see anything). I walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, a trek not that easy in my black leather boots, especially with the heels, but I liked giving the people who might be walking behind me quick looks at my tight little ass. I always wore thongs and because of this I always shaved myself bare, it got me off sometimes to look at myself in the mirror in different poses, looking at my shaved pussy. It got me so wet sometimes I would have to masturbate until I would orgasm at least three times or else I'd still be craving for more.
I got to the top of the stairs and gave a brief look behind me. Sure enough, some guy had followed me all the way up the stairs. Had he wanted to come all the way up here in the first place? Unlikely. I smiled to myself and walked over to a quiet corner where a corner couch was located out of the way of the constant traffic of people cramming for midterms. Already all around me there were people sleeping, trying to get that last wink before having to study for another long night. I sat myself down on one of the couches, put my legs up on the short table in front of me, and crossed my arms across my chest. The thought of the guy walking up the stairs kind of turned me on, he obviously was thinking of how much he'd like to fuck the shit out of me. I got a little wet, but tried to ignore these feelings, I needed to get some shut-eye.
After about five minutes of trying to fall asleep, I heard a cough from not too far away. I opened my eyes to look and the guy who had followed me up the stairs was sitting almost directly in front of me about ten feet away, his eyes darting back to his book once I made eye contact with him. He was pretty good-looking. I'd say about 6'4", a muscular 220 pounds and long curly hair. He was simply wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his arms and attire giving him away as someone who obviously worked out a lot. His arms had to be as big around as my legs and his legs looked about as big around as my torso, obviously a strong guy.