It was a bright and sunny afternoon on the day of my second library date, so I dressed in a light blue cotton button-down dress that sat high on my legs, just under my buttocks.
The last time we met, I'd been daring enough to go without a bra or panties. The first time I'd been wearing a thong. As much as I liked the naked feeling under my clothes, I'd found excitement in being 'revealed' as my thong had been eased to one side, slowly exposing my sex and then the naughtiness of slipping it off in public. Besides, it would be nice to keep surprising my library friend.
With this in mind, I wore high-legged white lace panties that sat snug against my mound and a matching half-cut bra.
Seeing my stranger waiting near where we had met before, I waved discreetly and continued to walk, waiting for him on the third floor. I picked a secluded area between a large window overlooking the adjacent office building and a well-stacked set of shelves holding reference books that looked too dusty to have ever been read. Hidden from sight in anticipation of needing some 'privacy' such as it was in a public building while taking the risk of being seen by someone happening to wander by.
As it turned out, it wasn't a wandering librarian or student that I should have been giving thought to.
I sensed him behind me, smelling his fresh cologne as he held my hips and pulled me back against him, kissing my neck. His left hand moved across my leg, slowing inching its way to the dip between my thighs. His fingers pulled my dress up slowly as he whispered, 'Hi naughty girl, ready for some fun?'
He was already semi-erect as he pressed into my ass, and I could feel his cock getting harder in his suit as I whispered breathlessly, 'yes'.
'Nice panties.' he said as his index finger grazed the lace and slipped inside the waistband, tracing the tip through the neatly trimmed hair to the top of my slit. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
He whispered against my ear, 'place your hands flat on the glass and close your eyes.', as his finger dipped lower between my legs. The tip rubbed my pussy gently with just enough pressure so I could feel him, but not enough to part my lips and push the panties into me. I moaned and arched my back, becoming wet.
He paused to peel my panties down to just under my pussy, then unbuttoned my dress so that it hung loose, pressing me forwards so that my lace-covered breasts were crushed against the glass.
His finger moved along my slit, then gently pressed to my clit, making me shudder as he circled it lightly, then a little firmer as my excitement grew.
'Such a naughty girl picking this spot.' he said.
'Why?' I stammered, a little confused, then opened my eyes with a start as he replied simply.
'Offices?'
As he said this, he slipped his other hand between my legs from behind, his middle and index finger pushed inside my lips. I moaned and threw my head back, eyes closed in ecstasy as my first orgasm made my thighs tremble. He rubbed the fingers back and forth between my legs as I pushed back into him until I begged him to stop. My body was on fire. I felt my juices dampening my thighs. I'd been anticipating our encounter and had climaxed really quickly, already excited to be meeting again.
As I caught my breath, the word 'office' came back to me, and I opened my eyes, taking a moment to notice the smiling faces in several windows along with the clapping, waving and high-fiving. I'd not considered being seen from the opposite building when picking the last aisle in the row.
'I think you've made their day.' my stranger said with a smile.
I slowly pulled up my panties, giving them a little more of a show and buttoned just the middle of my dress, leaving a good amount of cleavage exposed and a gap that showed my thighs right up to the damp white lace of my panties, then turned to face my stranger.
He smiled. 'you're not angry?' he inquired.
I smiled back. 'I think you know too well what I like.' and gave the offices a little wave.
He looked over his shoulder. 'Well, in that case, you won't be shocked when I tell you I think our voyeur from last time started to follow you, but I think he took it for granted we were going to be where we were last time.' He was referencing the day I'd lost my virginity, how we'd noticed a sudden movement and a gap in the books on the shelf behind, which showed through to the adjacent aisle. We had guessed correctly that someone had heard us and had been watching, confirmed by my discovery of a hastily dropped wad of tissue which had thrilled the exhibitionist in me.
I told my friend about the tissue, and he smiled.'Want to put on another show?'
I placed my hand over his bulge and said, 'what I want is for you to taste me like you did the first time we met, then fuck me like the second time.'
My stranger whispered, leading me to another aisle, 'I think our voyeur has found us. He was peeking around the shelves.'
With a wink, he knelt in front of me, pushed my dress around my waist, and then pressed his tongue to my white lace-covered pussy.
Feeling sexy and daring, I held my dress high on my belly, exposing everything my stranger was doing to me, not caring who was watching.
He tongued my panties against my clit, and although it wasn't touching my flesh, I could feel the damp heat from it as the tip probed against me.
His fingers dug into my thighs as he pushed my legs further apart. His tongue crushed my panties hard against and a little into me so that wet lace rubbed against my sensitive sex.
He used his lips and then his teeth to gently nibble my clit. I groaned and felt my body go weak as he again pushed his tongue to it, my orgasm coming quickly and intense as I was still sensitive from my first.
This time he'd never even touched my flesh, and I'd orgasmed like never before. Suddenly I desperately wanted to have his cock buried inside me, needing to be taken as fiercely as he had fingered and licked me.
Before my body had stopped shaking from my orgasm, he took my shoulders, turned me around and pushed me slightly forwards, so I was bracing my hands on the shelving.
He flipped my dress over my buttocks and pressed his hands to my inner thighs, parting my legs. Then whispered for me to put my left foot on the second bottom shelf, effectively opening my legs wide for him and probably for our voyeur.
I moaned, half in lust, half in disappointment, as he knelt, used a finger to pull my panties to one side, and then pushed his tongue deep into my pussy. He touched my lips with a thumb, pulling them apart as he licked and tongue-fucked me slowly. I was hoping he would use his cock, but he seemed intent on teasing me to another orgasm before he took me.
He changed things up as I began to breathe more rapidly. His hands cupped my buttocks, parting them so he could get a better angle on my pussy, crushing his mouth against me as his tongue probed deep inside.
A finger stroked my clit as he held my panties out of the way, his tongue moving along my pussy, moving rapidly over my sopping flesh instead of my panties.
His mouth covered my pussy lips as I broke into another orgasm, pushing my pussy against him as his tongue lapped my dampness. Tipping my head back, I gave in to the sensations rippling through me.
He stood, and I felt his hands slide ever so slightly against the sides of my breasts. He cupped them, squeezing hard and said, 'that voyeur is definitely watching us right now. Do you want to stop?'
In answer, I pushed my hips back and ground against him.
I heard his zip and saw a torn foil square fall to the floor. He eased my hips back so that I stood further from the shelf, leaning forward more, ass out. My panties were still pulled over to one side, and a shudder ran through me as a chill breeze from the air conditioning tickled over my damp sex.
He rubbed his cock against me, and I felt myself shiver again as it parted my lips; he increased the force until the tip of his cock suddenly pushed inside me. This is what I had wanted over the last week, what I had craved, causing me to curb the desire by entertaining myself with mutual masturbation and exhibitionist displays.
My stranger eased his cock deep with one slow stroke and held it there, hard and thick, pulsing inside me for a moment. I moaned and pushed back against him. His cock twitched, feeling delicious as he pulled it slowly out of me.
He rocked back and forth a couple of times, moving the head in and out, held my hips, and then rammed his cock into me. Not slowly as he had the first time, but hard so that his balls slapped against me, pistoning his hips over and over, much harder than the first time we had done this when he'd been mindful and gentle as it was my first time.
