Where You’ll Find Me

You all know how I like to play sexual risk sometimes– playing in public, stalker role play, blow jobs in cars, on trains, in alleys, camping…

Anywhere really, but the library holds a special place for me in all kinds of ways– and summertime is slow in the library– I find myself daydreaming, drifting, fantasizing, bored– which always leads to sexual misbehavior or adventure which ever camp you like.

It has been a long time since I had a man meet (or stalk) me in the stacks, the last time I fell in love with the man. The memory of dropping to my knees with him, my face and mouth so close to his cock– that intense emotion and needy want for his cock was there instantly. This time not, but it was still super fun– I don't need to fall in love with every cock that comes my way.

This time I took it further that ever before. Blatantly kissing outside the elevators– visions of you bending me over right there for everyone to watch as you fuck into me– pass through my flickering films eye as we kissed and felt each other in the open. I like kissing on you,  your cock already pressing into me– feeling larger and harder than our last time together. I could feel that long solid ridge that makes up your shaft.

Grabbing and leading you by your cock, I pull you toward the more secluded stacks.

"How come your cock feels so much bigger than last time?"

I want lead you around by it.

Through the row of vinyl– we kiss, our tongues rolling around the others, my hand still clasped around your cock– all of it making me wet.

Next to the photography aisle– my favorite section. The spot opens on both ends– one end to a large group of tables with sporadic groups of people reading, studying, reading newspapers,watching porn…whatever it is they all do in this big library– who knows– occupied though. The other end is blocked by a wall, but has two tables with people sitting on each side, just barely in view. No one seems to notice us, I see no employees, I hear carts being  pushed –but see no one.

The kissing is heavy, my hands still exploring your hard shaft over your pants making me want more. I can feel the tip of your cock drip and absorb into the fabric. Bending in half, bringing my face towards the zipper of your jeans, feeling the heat radiating, the throb pulsing from behind the denim, the hardness pressing against the seams– that's all just too much for a girl like me to take. I need that cock in my mouth and in that moment is when things in my brain switch– I want cock and everything else around me becomes an irrelevant blur.

The want out weighs the risk.

Dropping to my knees, your cock out from behind the denim and finding my hands, mouth and tongue. I can hear someone in the next aisle, I wonder if they are watching– I don't really care and maybe like the idea. Looking up at you from below I look directly at the iPhone as you snap the picture of your cock in my mouth. Such a good little cock slut I can be.

I could slobber on your cock for hours, stay on my knees, worship that swaying branch– keep you hard, bringing you close many times– but my pussy wanted some too– and we really could not stay here for too long.  I never intended to fuck you here, I just wanted to feel your cock slide between my pages, I wanted you to feel how wet you make me- and,

"I want your cock to smell like me."

Pulling the triangle patch of panties away from my pussy, bent in half  my ass backing into you grabbing your cock sliding it into my puffy lips, slipping around and surrounding you, just sliding. Then another switch in my brain clicks off and I want you inside of me, surrounded by the books and people. You must sense my loss of control, because the words pass your lips

"I brought a condom."

Could I really fuck you in here, I have never fucked in here before. Could I do it…

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