Another late night in the library, another night spent with her on his mind.
He was never one to mix business with pleasure. She was his coworker. The pretty professor two classrooms down from the library. Always friendly and pleasant with the brightest smile on her face - his crush grew with each fleeting interaction they shared. He found himself looking forward to their weekly visits to the library, but ultimately settled with admiring her from afar.
It was always on nights like these that his mind wanders and the thoughts are anything but innocent. He had finished all his daily tasks hours prior, opting to spend the last hour of his shift relaxing. The library was empty, as it should be on a friday night. He was more than thankful for the silence, leaning back in his rotating chair, eyes slowly closing.
It was the perfect atmosphere to fully immerse himself in her.
And he was never the type of man to daydream. He was a realistic man and indulging in fantasies were pointless, he maintained that mindset up to this point. But somehow she became his fantasy, the dirty little secret he'd keep locked away until the night came.
Oh, the things he would do to her. His dick twitched at the thought of bending her over this very desk, his large hands spreading the globes of her ass as she bounced off his pelvis. His eyes would train on each inch of his dick disappearing into her tight pussy with each rock of his hips, over and over again.
Or maybe he'd bury his face in her pussy instead, her legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate her pussy like it was his last meal. He knows she'd writhe in his hold, attempting to push his head away from the pleasure but he couldn't stop. Not until she coated his face in her juices, blessing him with that sweet nectar he'd gladly lap up as she'd shutter through her orgasm, crying out for him and-.
Fuck.
His eyes snapped open. He took a moment before he reluctantly decided to look down - his clothed erection staring right back at him, threatening to burst through his slacks.
Yup, he definitely overdid it this time.
He runs a hand down his face, a deep sigh following behind it. There was no need to panic since he was the only one here but how would he handle this? And where?
Where he was sitting was out of question. In the center of the library, out in the open? Something about that felt... weird. And there was no way his erection would die on its own, he was way too hard for that. He turned his head, still weighing his options as his eyes landed on one of the study rooms and-.
Perfect.
But the door and windows were glass, it was a closed space. That gave him some peace of mind, a faux sense of privacy to handle his problem. So he made his way to the closest study room, coyly covering his bulge as he slammed the door behind him.
The sound of the rattling door had startled her as she was grading assignments in the study room next door.
She was prone to procrastinating and this time, it came back to bite her in the ass. There was a mountain of ungraded papers on the desk in front of her and at this rate, she'd be in the library all night. It was a friday night anyways, she'd have the rest of the weekend to unwind.
She knew that he was still in the library and assumed the noise was just him cleaning or checking something. Not thinking much of it, she continued on with her work.
Unbeknownst to him who was in the next room, literally fighting for his life.
He's got his head thrown back against the chair with his eyes screwed shut, bottom lip captured in his top row of teeth to conceal his groans as he desperately bucks his hips into his fist. It was so messy, his shaft was so wet - glistening with a pretty mix of precum and saliva that dribbled down everywhere, even coating his base.
With a swipe of his thumb across his angry, reddened tip, his whole body shuddered in pleasure. It was sensitive, a little too sensitive but he continued, repeating that motion over and over again until his jaw slackened - a long, strained groan fell from his lips almost instantly.
His cheeks blushed bright red, he was embarrassing himself. Moaning like a needy whore in this tiny study room in the library, still on the clock. But did he really have a reason to be ashamed, though? Yes, he might be breaking a law or two but it's just him here. Letting a moan slip here or there wasn't the end of the world, nobody would hear.
Except for her.
The first moan she heard, she brushed it off. Chalked it up to her growing fatigue, maybe she was hearing things? She attempted to continue until another, much louder moan scrambled her focus minutes later before it finally clicked, she wasn't hearing things.
That was him moaning. The quiet, reserved librarian was pleasuring himself... in a study room? She never would have taken him as the perverted type, the type of freak to masturbate in public.
Would it make her a bigger freak if his erotic sounds had her squeezing her thighs, biting into the skin of her bottom lip?
His moans were undeniably sexy, guttural and needy. Her pussy pulsed, clenching around nothing. She already knew her panties were soaked. She had half a mind to waltz in there, to see what he was really doing but ultimately, she decided it would be best to pack up and leave silently. It would save her from any uncomfortable, awkward interactions.
She had just placed her tote bag on her shoulder when she heard that one particular whine that stopped her, made her whole body freeze in place.
Her name.
Her eyebrows furrowed. Did... did he just say her name?
"Fuck ... I'm s'close."
Yeah, she was definitely going into that room. Gathering the rest of her things, it only took a few quick strides, it was next door after all. She had an idea of what she was about to see once she stepped into the room, but the reality was much better than anything she could have ever imagined.
A loud thud of her bag hitting the ground nearly made him jump out his skin and the last thing he was expecting to see was her - standing in the door frame with her mouth agape.
"What--?"
