Vanessa stretched out her legs under the long wooden table and eyed the entrance to the reading room. She was sitting by herself in a quiet study area separated from the main atrium and the stacks by a shoulder high, dark paneled wall. It was flanked by two open entranceways and the occasional patron passing by would draw her attention each time. Her messenger bag was open on the chair next to her and its contents spread across the tabletop. She wasn't getting as much done as she'd hoped. She thumbed through the pages she'd already read. Three pages. Three! Vanessa looked at her watch and tried to calm her rising anxiety. She'd been by herself for over an hour and managed to read only three pages into chapter four of her statistics textbook. Sets, unions, joins, blah blah blah. She was going to need a healthy dose of self-discipline if she was going to keep up with the demands of graduate school. But she couldn't focus. Instead she found a thousand ways to distract and sabotage her efforts. A new distraction: her legs were cold. The staff always turned up the air conditioning on hot summer afternoons but because the library was so expansive there were always cold corners and hot spots.
Vanessa rubbed her hands along her upper thighs to warm them, slipping them under the edge of her sundress. Her legs were soft and she enjoyed the feel of her own flesh against her palms. She clutched her right knee and then relaxed her right hand, dragging her fingers lazily up her thigh. It helped her to relax and she smiled. Her mind drifted to her husband Robert. When they were together he always found a reason to have his hands on her body. Those hands were warm and slightly rough. Less than a week ago on bright and sunny Tuesday morning they had stood in the kitchen of their apartment naked, nibbling on cold leftover pancakes and grinning at each other. He couldn't keep his hands off her and as she reached in the fridge to grab some orange juice he ran the back of his hand from her knee to her inner thigh, twisting his wrist as he met met her sex. He brushed his fingers against her baby soft fine hair.
It felt so good when he teased her.
Her smile opened to parted lips and she brought her left hand to her face, rubbing her ring finger back and forth across her lower lip, wetting it with her tongue. Her right hand worked against her thigh with a stronger grip, pressing into her skin as she stroked her leg. Robert had looked so good bathed in the Tuesday morning sunlight. It broke through the quirky bubble glass windows of the apartment and illuminated their aroused and imperfect bodies, increasing their appeal.
Vanessa slid her hand closer to her wet slit. She brushed the tips of her fingers against her panties and tried to recreate the feeling of Robert's hand. It was never quite the same. The angle, the width of her hand, the motion - something was off. Still, Vanessa had daydreamed her way into an uncomfortable level of arousal and needed to work it out of herself. She slipped her ring finger into her mouth and suckled it as she slide the index finger of her right hand under her panties and lightly tapped her clit. Her breath quickened a bit now. She motioned her finger with a tantalizingly slow rhythm up and down, up and down, the length of her swollen clit. She clenched her Kegel muscles, aching for Robert's cock. A good six inches when erect, it filled her when they made love and their bodies came together.
She caught a movement just outside the entranceway furthest from where she was sitting. She pulled her finger out of her mouth and her hand under her panties froze. Her body begged her to continue but she didn't want to risk getting caught. The movement betrayed a patron, close in age to her own, approaching the study area with a stack of job hunting books under his left arm and a Starbucks Frappuccino in his right.
"Do you mind if I join you?", he asked. "Need to get away from the drink police; I don't think they pass through here much." He smiled.
Vanessa tried to control her breathing as she answered.
"No problem."
He sat down at the long table on the same side as the entranceway he had come through. He dropped his books with a THUD on the tabletop and his smile widened into a grin.
"Sorry", he said.
Vanessa dismissed his apology with a wave of her left hand and smiled in return. She was about to speak when he dropped his gaze away from her and onto the book on top of his stack, sliding it onto the desk in front of him. He opened the book and started to read and it was obvious to Vanessa their conversation was over. She turned back to her own reading and wondered if he could possibly notice that her hand was up her skirt. And would he notice if she tried to slip it back out from underneath? She let her hand rest where it lay for the time being, and tried to busy herself with set theory. She didn't make it further than a quarter of the page before she remembered how much it turned her on when Robert would finger her while she tried to concentrate on something else, like a book, or a television show. Putting the energy into progressing one's arousal along and impatiently focusing on the pleasure was standard course but Vanessa had been richly rewarded on those occasions where she focused her mind on a non-sexual task and attempted to ignore the frenzied movements of Robert's hands and mouth between her legs. The harder she worked to stave off the rising pleasure, the deeper the intensity of the pleasure became. When she finally could not hold back the tide of orgasm any longer, but gave into it, it rushed over her with such force that she was left shaking and crying in its wake. Oh God, those types of orgasms felt so good.
Her nipples hardened as her thoughts continued along the lines of her and Robert and the way he made her feel. She allowed her right index finger just the slightest of movement against her clit, this time working in delicate circles, tugging gently at her clit as her finger made each rotation. She focused on the words in front of her as she continued to tease her clit.
Let us say that an element x in set A is related to an element y in set B if, and only if, x is less than y. Let us use the notation x R y as a shorthand for the sentence "x is related to y".
She read the sentence again as she reversed the direction of her finger's rotation and tried to make sense of it.
She read the sentence a third time and struggled to block out the visceral pleasure from the contact of her finger against her clitoris.
Her panties were moist now as her pussy began to drip. She never had a problem getting wet. Her fingers moved more rapidly, both from the extra lubrication and her rising excitement. Dividing her attention between the book, the conscious effort to finger herself, and the conscious effort to ignore the pleasure from fingering herself was impossible. She was on her tenth rereading of the same line and finding it difficult to control her breathing. Nothing else existed in that moment besides her book, her body, her breathing, and her pleasure. She rubbed herself faster and faster and bit her lip as she bored holes in chapter four with her unwavering stare. Her reading devolved into simply staring at less than y.
It was then, just before she was about to dive over the edge, that she felt a hand on her right shoulder. The hand of her fellow patron. It was still cold from where he'd held the Starbucks cup. As the hand touched her shoulder he whispered, "Don't stop, you're so fucking hot.".
"I want to feel you finger yourself like this."
She couldn't stop if she tried. She closed her eyes and let her hand make wider sweeping frantic motions as she furiously rubbed her clit. She abandoned her attempt to control her breathing and let her breath come in short choppy intervals. His hand slid down her shoulder, under her shirt, and over her bra. He pinched her nipple through the fabric and then rolled it between his thumb and index finger. That was enough to send Vanessa tumbling over the edge and she shuddered as the orgasm rolled over her. He moved his hand up and out from under her shirt and she heard the sound of a chair scraping against the wood floor as he pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. She did not open her eyes.
