The Library

The Library

With all the pressure and stress of finals I knew just where you would be. This year was our last of graduate school and nothing was easy anymore. We spent countless hours in the library over the last two semesters. At times I felt like it would have been easier and more practical to just camp out, as I practically lived there already.

It was quiet and the smell of old books was everywhere, I love the smell of libraries. I love being surrounded by the books. There were so many worlds and so much knowledge left unexplored by a vast majority of the population. To me there is a quiet mysteriousness to old libraries matched only by that of museums.

Wandering around I contemplate how to greet you. Its mostly deserted on the first floor. Its the Friday before finals week and it looks as though students are either studying elsewhere or maybe fitting in one more night of partying before inevitable crash sessions begin. If my hunch is correct I'll find you on the fourth floor somewhere, close to a window, work sprawled out around you. Undoubtedly a highlighter in one hand and a pen rolling between your teeth, staring intently at the book in front of you. You learned a long time ago, and the hard way, that it didn't matter how prepared you thought you were there was always something else to study. Unfortunately the exam schedule was working against you this semester making all of your finals in the beginning of the week. This meant the majority of your time over the next couple of days would be spent here. This weekend would be a long one.

Getting on the elevator I realize that despite all the sleepless nights I spent here I was gonna miss it when I graduated. From an undergraduate degree to a second masters, 24 years of my life has been given to academic pursuit. I have no idea where to go from here.

On the fourth floor I find you just a little way from the elevator pretty much as I thought I would. You're sitting cross-legged on a chair head in hand, twirling a pencil in your mouth. You are bent over, staring intently at the book opened in your lap. You jump a little when I come up behind you and kiss your neck. Gently I move my hands up and down through your fine hair letting it fall disheveled to your shoulders. I rub your temples lightly, commenting that you work to hard. Groaning your agreement you get up and turn to face me, leaning against the table behind you. "What brings you up here?" you ask, a smile playing at your lips. I remark something to the effect of a cold night and a hot blond. You laugh bringing your arms up around my neck and pulling me to you. You scouch to the end of the table spreading your legs to bring me between them. Is that an invitation? I inquire. You respond by wrapping your legs around my waist and placing a fingertip on my lips spreading them slightly.
That's all the invitation I need. Taking your face in my hands I kiss you more roughly then I mean to but you kiss me back harder. You slide your finger under my shirt and caress my nipples, gradually letting your finger trail down my stomach to the top of my jeans. An involuntary noise escapes my throat as you start to undo my belt. The pins slide from the holes and I let the belt come apart before pushing you back on the table so that only your knees hang over the edge, your hair splaying out over the other side. As you stretch your arms out above your head your shirt comes up revealing a gorgeous stomach, it amazes me that you manage to stay so thin and fit despite having the worst eating habits. Khakis rest on your hipbones creating a shadow where I so desperately want to be.
Pressing my body into yours I pull your head up to mine and kiss you languidly. I flick over your neck with my tongue leaving a trail of wetness that quickly evaporates into your skin. You put one hand through my hair and the other drags up my back your nails digging into me pulling my shirt up too. I bite your neck before you bring my mouth back to yours forcefully. You kiss the way you fuck, taking exactly what you want without saying a word. Your tongue explores my mouth pausing only to lick my lips lightly. I can feel your nipples grow taut through the fabric of your shirt. You strain, willing me to do exactly as you desire.
Moving back I lift your shirt up till I see the bottom of your bra. You watch me as I kiss down your stomach, the rise and fall of your chest moving faster the lower I go. Pausing for effect I undo the top button of your pants and run my finger along the fine blond hairs that make up your happy trail. You sit up letting your head fall back to rest between your shoulder blades as I Unzip your pants spreading your knees for better access.
As I bend over and kiss you movement catches my eye. Looking up I can see the vague shape of a woman at the end of a far bookcase. She's watching us, head tilted slightly to the side. I watch her for a few seconds longer then continue to kiss you. If she wanted to watch that was fine with me, I feel like having an audience tonight.
I pull your pants down to your ankles revealing the thong I got you for Christmas. It was black satin, I had told you to think of it as my tongue whenever you wore it. Fingering the band I trace it before slipping underneath. A sound escapes my lips when I feel how wet you are.

Looking to the end of the bookcase I think the woman has left. Then I see her, she hasn't left at all but moved for a better view and made herself less conspicuous by watching us over the tops of the books in front of her. I watch her as I continue to play in your wetness., I would give her a good show.
Having an audience, is making me feel cocky, I lift your legs onto the table and climb up over you. I know you can feel that im packing as I angle my hips and press into you. You're ankles are locking behind my back urging me to press harder. Grinding into you my forearms begin to shake from holding myself up. The base of the strap-on rubs against me perfectly, and I start to moan before I can catch myself. Your hand clamps over my mouth and I smile knowing we are being watched. I bite the inside of your hand and flick my tongue across your palm.
Your head is almost completely off the end of the table now, the muscles in your neck straining to support you. Sliding down to and off the opposite end of the table, I pull you with me. I sit in the chair you had previously occupied and watch you get off the end of the table and unto your knees in front of me. Grabbing the top of my jeans you manage the button with one hand, using the other to pull my zipper down. Im not wearing any underwear, not even attempting to hide what I'd walked across campus wearing under my jeans.
I wore your favorite, seven inches with a moderate girth. Your lip gloss highlights the color and plumpness of your lips seductively as you stretch your mouth around it. "Christ" I gasp, grabbing the edge of the table as you start to move your head up and down, working the base against my clit. You were well versed in the art of fellatio having spent high school and a few of your college years dating men. Though we occasionally bring a man to our bed I will rarely give head, preferring instead to watch you do it. I could come just thinking about it...

Grabbing your upper arms I hoist you back onto the end of the table and pull your pants down around your ankles. Spreading your legs as I kneel in front of you I start at your knees and kiss my way up to your inner thighs. My tongue makes circles on your skin, the same circles Im going to make on your clit. Again I push away your thong to feel you, you're swollen with arousal. You moan and push against me, this time having far less patience for my teasing. Letting the fabric fall back into place I breathe hot air on you before sucking in a cool breath, causing you to shiver. You pull my hair, shifting as my tongue teases you through the satin.

Pressing my fingers into your slippery wetness you start to rock against my hand your legs wrapping tightly around me partially lifting your body off the table. Picking you up I press you against the wall, using your back as leverage to thrust my fingers into you. One of your hands grasp my bicep, while the other goes over your head gripping the corner of the wall above you.
I like the feel of my muscles straining in your grip while I fuck you, your legs wrapping tighter around me, urging me deeper. I know what you want from me.
Back to the table, putting you on your back I rip your pants off your ankles, flinging them haphazardly at the window. You spread your legs making room for my hips between them as you grab my cock with impatience, leading me into you.
Sweet fucking Jesus, I don't even know if im breathing as push into you. You're so tight I can feel you stretch to take it all in. I move slowly not wanting to hurt you but wanting to slam against you at the same time. As I pull out slowly you rush your hips back up to mine taking it all in one thrust.
One of your hands is down the back of my jeans gripping my ass. You cry out every time I pull out and push back into you forcefully. I wondered if our guest was wet there watching us from behind age old books. Maybe she was touching herself, wishing it was her I was fucking on the table before me. Maybe it was the opposite and she was watching with disgust, unable to pull herself away. Whatever the reason, I was sure she was still there.
I move faster turned on by the thought of her hand reaching under her skirt to pleasure herself, her breath becoming more ragged as her fingertips quicken their pace. Noise escapes her lips though she doesn't realize it. She is watching now through half lidded eyes. She recognizes me but rational thought is lost on her at the moment. I thrust into you while this little fantasy played in my head. Your cheeks are flushed mouth slightly open, caught in a soundless expression of ecstasy.
Suddenly you cry out, coming hard you hold me tightly against you. I collapse onto your body exhausted and breathing hard from exertion. You stroke my back under my shirt, giving me goose flesh all over my body. After kissing me sweetly you tilt my head whispering in my ear, "we have company". Mmm, I should have known you had seen her, little escapes you.
"I would love for you to lay me down on this table and lick my pussy till I come in your mouth", you whisper in the same sweet tone. I love it when you talk dirty and at this point I don't really care who may be around or watching.
Wasting no time getting my mouth between your legs I immediately start to make circles around your clit, grazing over it gently. You butterfly your legs, giving me full access to what I want. Moving my tongue up and down I start a rhythm that I follow with my fingers inside you. You start to contract immediately surprising me that you are so close already. It excites you to know you are being watched. "Baby", you breath as you come quickly, my tongue still working your clit.
I move up and cover your body with mine, stroking your hair as you calm under me. I can feel your heart rate return to a slow steady beat through my hand on your chest. I look up just in time to see a woman disappear into the elevator. She looks familiar and I think I recognize who she is. I had a professor in an introductory course that I had wanted for the longest time. Everyone knew that I had the biggest crush on her. She had a staring role in more than a few of my wet dreams in college. Being married she was very unattainable but I never shook the crush, even after I graduated I would occasionally think about her. I'm getting excited all over again thinking about how she stood there the whole time watching us. Its getting late and there's a chance she went back down to her office. I would make a detour on my way out, just to say Hi.