I sat in the library trying to read, I held my book
close to my face and continued reading. My
girlfriend sat beside me reading with her mini. As
I continued glaring at the pages of something
that said ‘Concept of Programming’, my eyes
continued losing focus and gaining it back almost
immediately. My books were in a neat stack close
to my face as I lifted my head off the table.
I looked all around, there’s no one in sight. I
walked over to the librarian’s post, I noticed that
she wasn’t on seat and apparently out of the
library. I began to wonder ‘what strange world am
I stuck in?’ I looked at the giant clock hanging on
the wall on the far side. It read 2:25. I looked
outside; the moon shining in all its glory. The
trees that line the street leading to the library
were dancing with the rhythm of the soft night
wind. It was at that moment that it hit me like a
runs girl’s oversize bag; we are the only ones
here.
I rushed back to where we were sitting, I told my
girlfriend that we probably have been locked in,
and she looked up and smiled.
“Don’t you remember why we picked this spot?
You knew we wouldn’t be seen during last call”,
she said.
Her eyes seemed to suggest more than her lips
were willing to say.
“Since we are here for the night, we might as well
make a good use of it; exams start next week”, I
said.
She looked at me and nodded, I buried my head in
my books once more. The more I read, the less I
seemed to understand. I continued anyways as it
was the first paper I had and I had ten chapters
to cover.
“Worst case scenario, I’d cram it”, I said to
myself. I put my nose in my books once again,
for about ten minutes. It was a wasteful ten
minutes as I couldn’t assimilate anything, I
couldn’t understand a blady paragraph. All the
words on the page were staring back at me as if
there was more to them.
The crazy situation made me look up and thats
when I noticed her. I hadn’t noticed she had left
my side in my futile attempts to read my books,
which was a lost cause anyways. I just sat there,
transfixed. Looking at her always gave me joy but
seeing her in this manner, my joy knew no
bounds. My joy even sent some blood down to
the old bone.
I don’t know what she did with the skirt she was
wearing earlier but it seemed she just had a mini-
skirt pulled over her ass-cheeks just about ready
to show her half of her ass. I could see her small
flaring hips, the lower half of her ass looked
delicious, even toned skin and then I noticed the
gap between her legs, the paradise between her
legs. As if on cue, her laptop started playing a
song. The space was so quiet, the laptop could
have been a loud speaker at this point.
Leisurely, she started to dance to the song
stripping…. slowly. The shirt was the first to go.
She was very good with the strip-tease. I was
silently thanking whoever taught her to move like
that. She held her breasts for a while, squeezing
them together, rubbing the tips through the bra.
She could see how I excited I was getting, so she
continued.
Gently, she unclasped the hooks at the back like
a pro all the while still jiggling her waist and body
to the music. The music changes to something
slower and she gently removes her bra and then
tosses it at me. I caught it and then she began to
advance towards me.
As she got to me, she unfolded her skirt at the
waist, bends in my face and proceeds to wriggle
her waist out of the skirt. At this time, she only
had her lace panties on.
I stared in disbelief as she came up to me and
sat down grinding her ass against my inner
thighs. She stood up, and began jiggling her
derrière in my face. I attempted to grab her
keister and she slapped my hand off and then
made that gesture with her index finger swinging
it from side to side. I withdrew my hands and
then she continued to grind on me. She continued
and then started to grind her pelvis against the
tent that has formed at the top of my pants. She
did this continuously and then the music stopped.
As if on cue, she went down on her knees and
then unbuckled my belt. I decided to help her; she
slapped my hand away for the second time. This
time I just withdrew my hands again and let her
do her thing as it seems she wants to be the one
calling the shots.
She unzipped my pants and then pulled it down
together with my briefs. My soldier already at
attention decides to salute, She cupped my balls,
and ‘hmmm’, she mouthed. I just interlocked my
fingers behind my head and spread my legs out
wide to grant her better access.
Slowly, she enclosed my soldier in her mouth. I
groaned, feeling the warmth that was her mouth
as her tongue touched the glans. She continued
testing the microphone and at the same time
cupping my balls. She continued for a bit,
increasing the tempo with every movement. After
about five minutes of her kneading, sucking,
stroking and what have you, I felt the juice
flowing faster down the good old bone. She
noticed how my body’s temperature shot up, and
she increased her speed even more and then I
grunted at the same time sending a torrent of
cum down her throat. She took in all she could at
first, then came back, played with everything else
left and swallowed.
I couldn’t just be a spectator anymore, so I took
matters into my own hands (no pun intended). I
carried her and placed her on the reading table.
Because of the demarcations, she couldn’t lie
down properly, so I propped her legs on my
shoulders as I put my chair in front of the table
and sat down. This gave me plenty access to her
honeypot.
I started licking her inner thighs as I stretch my
hands up to caress her breasts. I stood, making
her legs go in the upright direction and came to
rest on my chest. I put one of her legs down and
then I moved my mouth to her boobs. I licked
around her areolas spending some time on each
breast. After a while, I go in for the kill, sucking
each nipple into my mouth. While all that was
going on, my left hand was rubbing her mound
through her panties. I continue sucking and
nibbling on her breasts and then I moved my
mouth up.
Kissing her full on the lips and then getting a
little tongue action going. After a bit, I proceeded
to her neck, down to her collarbone and then I
continue to her breasts again. Then I brought
both my hands up and I let her other leg down
gently. I started kneading her breasts until she
started to moan. Then I continued downwards.
Southern Cuisine on my mind, I started kissing my
way down; her belly, her bellybutton, her
waistline.
Slowly, I removed her panties and I noticed they
were soaked. Then I prop her legs on my
shoulders again as I sat back down on the chair.
I started to lick her inner thighs then I caught a
whiff of her sweet smelling honeypot ‘hmmm,
ambrosia’, I thought to myself.
Feeling like I have teased her enough, I decided to
go in. Reaching for her mouth with my fingers, I
inserted my index finger in her mouth to get them
wet.I brought it down to insert it into her
honeypot. She wriggled for a bit, but there’s no
space on the table for her to move so she lets
out a loud moan.
I brought my mouth down on her mound. I found
her clitoral hood and gently, I used my tongue to
free her clitoris from its hood. I flicked over it and
she gasps. I put my mouth over her clit and
started stroking with my tongue. At this time, I
eased another finger into her honeypot. The two-
finger movement and the tongue rolling over her
clit sent her over the edge in no time.
As I felt her
vibrations, I increased my tongue flicks’ intensity
and speed, moving my fingers faster.
She started pushing her mound more into my
mouth, lifting her bum off the table and that’s
when I noticed her vibrating a lot harder for about
20 seconds or thereabouts and then she went
limp. I took my time, lapping all the juices and
then she pulled me closer telling me she wanted
me inside her. All too excited, I rose to the
occasion (again, no pun intended) and then as I
was about to thrust in, I heard her calling my
name as if from a different dimension.
Suddenly, I came too.
The first I noticed was that people were still in
the library and that the librarian was calling on
everyone to hurry up with the packing of their
stuff and to get ready to leave. My squeeze told
me that I must have been having a bad dream
because I was moaning in my sleep. I told her
that I didn’t have a bad dream, that I was
probably just tired. I told her not to worry about
it. If only she knew right?
I packed my books, put them in my bag,
proceeded out of the library, and said my
goodbyes and then I went straight to my room
where I hope that the dream would continue.
Thefiercelane.
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