The morning of my 'date' had arrived. I'd been thinking about this day since my adventure last week, wondering if my library friend would turn up. Would he think I'd be there or put our bit of fun down to a one-off chance encounter?
In fact, it was pretty much all Id been thinking about. It seemed as if I'd been permanently turned on since our last encounter. The only release was the encounters with my neighbour, his cousin and teasing the geeks using my fingers.
I wondered if I'd have reacted differently to the surprise visit of the cousin if I hadn't been in such a heightened sexual state. Rather than being outraged, it had been a turn-on. Well, once the shock had worn off. And on our second patio 'play,' it had been all I could do to stop myself from mounting one of them, the desire to feel something other than fingers inside me was so strong.
Hopefully, today was the day I'd experience full sex if my library stranger turned up. Although I wondered at the definition, I hadn't had full sex.
However, in addition to my daily play with a petite slim dildo, I had encouraged my two mutual masturbation buddies to finger me to orgasm. Of course, I'd also had that wonderful public oral experience in the library. If everything went as I hoped, I wouldn't be a virgin at the end of the afternoon.
I didn't know what it was about the stranger, but I knew he was experienced. He'd introduced me to oral sex, was as confident and had no hang-ups about being in public, finding the threat of discovery a turn-on as I did. We seemed to share the same exhibitionist tendencies.
I'd showered, resisting the urge to touch myself. Then dressed in a cream cotton mid-thigh pleated skirt, matched with a slightly lighter top, just sheer enough that the darker tone of my nipples showed.
Feeling flirty and with butterflies dancing in my stomach, I decided to go without panties. Knowing in the right light, the neat triangle of pubic hair would probably show through the thin material of my skirt and that the slightest breeze would mould it to my legs and mound. Subtly showing my shape.
Pleased with my choices, I headed for the library.
On arrival, each step increased the anticipation of seeing the stranger again and what I was prepared to let him do.
The library is never busy mid-week, so I'd soon know if my 'date' had turned up. If he hadn't, I was so sexually charged I'd have probably gone home and jumped on my neighbour and his cousin. Not that they'd object. The thought made me smile, along with the lingering looks I was getting from the few males in the library and, surprisingly, one of the females.
Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I headed through the bookshelves to where we had been intimate the previous week.
'So you came.' He smiled as I neared the desk where I'd had my first oral experience, receiving and giving.
He was leaning on a corner nook next to what I thought was a small desk that was actually a set of two desks with a small divider between them. One facing the wall, the other out into the library.
They were used for language studies, the shelves on one side filled with retro tapes and CDs, a set of headphones on each side.
My 'date' had been very clever in his choice of location, especially as this 'study' part of the library was extremely quiet. The dividers are tall enough that you can only see over them standing on tiptoe.
'You look nice,' he said, his gaze lingering on my breasts, the shape and colour of my nipples showing through my blouse, as I'd anticipated.
I perched on the library-facing corner of the desk and said.
'It's been a crazy but fun week. I wasn't sure if you'd come or if last week was a one-off.'
In answer, he rested his hand on my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, rubbing small circles with the ball of his thumb.
'You know everyone can see your nipples in that top,' he whispered.
His hand circled further up my leg.
'And a more tasty place shows through that skirt with the light behind it just right, so I'm guessing there are no panties to slip off this time.'
I cocked my head to one side and said. 'And what makes you think I left them off for you?'
He shrugged and smoothly pushed my skirt up to my waist, crouched down and placed little kisses on my upper thighs while thumbing my clit, causing me to let out a little gasp.
Frustratingly he then smoothed my skirt back in place.
I glanced around the library to see where everyone was. There was no one behind us to see what had just happened. Still, a squeeze to my knee and a nod of the head let me know someone was on the other side of the shelves in the adjacent walkway.
Without books between us, they'd be close enough to touch as the shelves were that close. I wondered if someone had walked past our little interaction and was hanging around, hoping for more.
If they weren't, I was but decided to move to the wall side of the desk, where the divider would provide a modest amount of cover.
It was hard not to draw attention as he ran fingers along my inner thighs to the dampness between them. As he knelt and spread my legs, I bit my lip to stifle a gasp.
His warm tongue found my wet lips, parting them, licking quickly with firm strokes as his fingers and thumb worked my clit.
His tongue and a finger pushed into me until suddenly, my body was wracked with the shuddering of an intense climax, just like last week.
I grabbed the back of his head and held it down between my legs, his tongue probing, teasing and lapping until I had eventually calmed down.
Panting slightly at the intensity of the orgasm, I gently pushed him away from my hyper-sensitive pussy, and he sat back. I squeezed my thighs tight together, not wanting to lose the sensation of something being pressed to me.
Taking a breath, I asked, 'will you fuck me?'
He looked surprised, then said' 'seriously?'
'Because from our last conversation, I thought you'd never...'
He left the question hanging, and I said.
'I haven't wanted to before. I just liked exploring the thrill I get from being seen, watching a guy masturbate, or being cum on. I liked the feelings I had from being fingered and kissed down there last week. They were more intense than anything I'd felt before.'
'Now, I want to be fucked. Not by someone my age with little experience who won't last long and not in a 'romantic' setting, somewhere risky and exciting, like here, now with someone who knows how to please a girl.'
He smiled and said, 'that is very flattering,' as he pulled me from the table and turned me gently. Positioning me with my legs just back from the desk, bent forward from the waist, palms resting on the hard wooden top.
He ran his hands over my thighs and under my skirt, pushing it further than needed. So that the material fell over my lower back, exposing all of my ass. I thrilled at being so daringly, unnecessarily exposed.
His hand travels up my top, and I can feel his hardness pressed to my buttocks, so I wiggle against him as he cups and massages my breasts. If not for the divider, anyone would have an unobstructed view of him squeezing them gently, pinching and pulling softly at my nipples.
I can feel the dampness growing between my legs, my breath becoming quicker, and my face feels flushed and warm, and I groan as he gives my nipples one last twisting pinch and then moves his hand.
But the fun has only just begun.
His hands slowly caress my thighs and cheeks. I feel my damp lips pull apart each time he massages my cheeks outwards, parting them. I imagine he's getting off on looking at me so intimately.
His hand slides between my thighs, and he begins to rub me with the flat of his hand, letting his fingers play with my sopping pussy as I feel wetter than ever.
After a few delicious teasing moments of him gently manipulating my pussy lips, he teases my clit with the briefest of touches. Then brings the hand caressing my buttocks into play. Both hands move between my thighs, one set of fingers rubbing the outside of my pussy while he gently slides one then two fingers of the other hand inside me.
I push back at him arching my back, resting lower on the desk. Making myself more accessible by pushing my ass up and stepping a foot out, widening my stance even more. It's almost too much as my breath becomes ragged, and my legs start to tremble.
