It is the library late at night. I check to see if anyone is in the conference rooms. You are staying late tonight, working on a project that is due in two days. You are sitting at a table in the very back of the library. I sit at your table. We are sitting across the table from one another. I can see your eyes, they speak sweetly to me. I know you are looking into my eyes, my eyes tell of my soul. We stop staring and you place your hand on mine, squeezing it gently. I know from the way you hold my hand that we will be best of friends.
We start to discuss our projects. We have many books and maps laid before us. I am wearing a fairly short skirt with a white button up blouse. I leave enough buttons undone that nothing can be seen, unless I lean over. As you hold my hand, I take my other hand and lean way over to point to one of the maps we are reviewing. You can see my cleavage, it is tan, and smooth, and upon each breast is a white spot of my skin shaped into the shape of a playboy bunny. This arouses you, I notice that you are looking and I lean forward more so you can see clearly.
I could tell you wanted to touch my breasts, to hold them, to caress them. I let go of your hand and move around to sit beside you at our table. It is dimly lit, and only one or two people are in the whole library. I slid my chair up beside yours. My leg touched yours, I could feel a slight tremble come from you. I placed my hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing my fingers up and down your thigh. I could feel you become aroused. I speak to you, you turn and look at me. You know what I want but you aren't sure what to do about it. I place my other hand on your cheek. I bring your lips toward mine.
We part our lips, our tongues intertwine, we are breathing deeply. I move my hand from your thigh, I take hold of your hand. I unbutton my shirt some more and place your hand on my breast. It feels blissful, you lift my breast up out of my bra, you kiss it, you caress it, rub my nipple. I am getting very wet now. The hand I have on your thigh I move to your groin. I can feel your cock so very hard and very ready. You take your other hand and slide it up my skirt. I am not wearing panties. You find the magic spot, it is so moist. I feel myself wanting to pull you closer to me. You place your thumb on my clit and your forefinger in my cunt. I start to moan. You hush me. Not wanting to draw attention to us. I tell you of a place in the library we can go and no one will be there. We can do what we want freely.
You remove your hand from my skirt, licking the honey from my pussy off your fingers. I release the hold I have on your leg. Finally you take your hand from my blouse. I buttoned the bottom buttons, and stand to show you the way. I lead you to a stairwell. You ask which way. I tell you up to the next floor. There is a conference room, no one is in it. Wondering how I know this, follow me, hungrily. We quietly open the door to the room. I have told you right, no one is there. We go to the darkest corner. You slowly unbutton my blouse and undo my bra. I unbutton your trousers, and slide my hand inside.
You are so excited, it is difficult for me to not take a taste of the juice that is flowing from your cock. I lean over and stroke the tip of your cock with my tongue. While I am pulling your pants down, you remove your shirt, and then you slide my skirt to the floor. We embrace and slowly lowered ourselves to the floor. You kiss my neck, and down to my breasts. I love it as you caress my breasts. I lower my hand down and take hold of your cock. It is so hard, but I know it can be much harder. I stroke it. You slide your hand down my tummy to my the moistness between my legs. You spread the lips around my clit and began to lick and suck like you have never had the opportunity before. My pelvis is off of the floor.
