Coming Alive

You're sitting in the library
A bottle of water by your side
Your hands demurely brushing your bangs

I watch you, unseen, unknown to the world
You turn your head
I quickly immerse myself in a novel

I hear your footsteps
Loud yet quiet
Gentle yet bold

Your soft breathing startles me
How you knew I was here is beyond my knowledge
Your fingers trace patterns over my shoulders, back, and arse

Your hand cups my swollen cock
I let out a moan of pleasure
In the next aisle, a woman gives me the evil eye

"Not here," I whisper to you
But it's too late
You're dropping to your knees, unzipping my fly, freeing my cock

I shake my head frantically, gesturing for you to release your death hold
A wicked smile forms upon your lips, and you lean forward to envelope my shaft
I shake my head again, but it's a battle I'm quickly losing

You bob your dead up and down, treating my cock like a lollipop
I glance over at the next aisle
My heart sinks; evil eye woman is still there, reading a book

My body arches in pleasure
Your tongue, your lips, your mouth, work magic upon my cock
One more lick, and I'm in heaven

My eyes open, I wasn't aware they were closed
My knuckles are white, from gripping the shelves
I glance down, you're wiping your lips, swallowing my cum

"Psst!" I hear from the next aisle
My heart sinks; we had an audience
I glance over and see evil eye woman

"That was hot!" she whispers
I grin at her and help my girlfriend up
"I love you," I tell her