I love this library it is my favorite place to spend my days off, walking down the isles will my hand feeling all the books there textures on my fingertips, hard, soft, plastic, leather. The smell in the air as they all sit stacked high waiting for me to spend time with each of them. I sit inside on the couches or outside in the book garden, so well maintained but a secret kept by book lovers.
It was a hot day today but cool in here. I was looking for sex tips, I love raunchy books with pictures but currently have too many books at home to read so I would just read them here. So I just catch glances of you as I walk up and down the isles, you sitting in a chair reading “sex with a fire” a book I have read at home in my bath many times before.
I walk on over and make a noise to get your attention. You look up. I hold up a book in my hands that says “Let me help you”. You look a little confused so I point to the book in your hands. You laugh. The noise is loud so I glare at you raising a finger to my lips and shhh you. Then lick the end of my finger still looking at you. I want you to lust over me like we have both done with that book in your hands. I want you in between my pages. feeling the paper, feeling my thighs.
I hold up another book, “island of sequencsed nun” . you look interested but still a little confused, I used m fingers you lift up my skirt you you can see my white knickers. I final book “trapped in the girls bathroom”. I look at you before making my way into the girls toilets and wait in a stall. I do not have to wait long before I hear footseps and know it is you. When your feet are infront of my cubical I open the door with my arm resting high on the door and my other hand on my hip. I raise and eyebrow and give you a cheaky grin. I have been wanting you for a while and we have not had a root in public in over a month.
I kiss you gently. On the cheak. I taste you. I lick the stubble on your face slow from chin to check. Again and again. I put your hand in mine , hold our entwined hands up and the I open my lips and put your finger in my mouth. Closing my lips around you and sucking. I slowly fellate your finger with my tongue and wet lipgloss covered lips. My eyelashes flutter, looking you deep in the eyes. With my hypnotic stare. I move but my eyes remain unmoving focused on your pale blue eyes.
I love the games we play, I go hide and you come and seek my sweet arse out. I sit on the toilet seat and unbuckle your pants and pull out your hard cock I stroke it with my eyes looking up at you. My makeup making my eyes look so big a fluttery, my lipgloss making my lips look so wet. My bra pushing my cleavage up. My hair falling all around my face. I know you love standing over me so you can have the best view of my face and tits. I think I do a fantastic job at wanking a penis, but I have to remember that loving someone is not about me. That feeling that you give me I will always try and emulate it with my fingers and throat. I want you to feel that lust with every part of my body.
When you are good and hard and have been moaning for a little while I want you to save some of that hot cock for me. I stand up, we move around like a dance in the small cubical. My hands on your shoulders pushing you down to sit on the toilet seat. I climb aboard you and lower myself onto your dick. I can feel my lips opening up and taking you inside. Welcoming you into me. I love the feeling of it inside me, I wish I could keep you there in my warm space, the lips of my labia opening up to lick you.
I push down an move up, my body shakes my I hold onto your shoulders and slide up and down on your hard pole, the penis erupting inside of me in a sensual wave of pleasure. Afterwards I pull you out with me still dripping my lips close dripping wet and drooling cum.