I love to read...and not just erotica! I went to the library this afternoon and grabbed a few books from the "New" shelves. Not having heard of some of the authors, I sat down on one of the couches at the back of the library. It's one of my favorite places to read. The rounded back wall is an expanse of tinted windows that overlooks a beautiful park. There's even a covered veranda with tables, for days like today when the weather is nice. Unless I'm sitting and talking with someone, though, I don't sit out there. The chairs are too stiff and upright. The couches are my preference.
While I was there, the library wasn't too busy. The kids were still in school, moms were lining up in carpool lanes at nearby schools, and the senior citizens were hitting those senior specials at the restaurants. Honestly, I don't know where everyone was, but the library was fairly empty.
I kicked back on the couch and opened the first book. After the first few paragraphs, I thought it might be a good possibility. Book two was a no, right off the bat. I was reaching for book three when I saw it. And it was the best scenery I had seen in a while.
There before me, outside the windows, on the veranda sat two women, both slightly above average in looks. But one woman, one glorious woman was facing me. Either because of the tint on the glass or glare from the sun, I don't think she could really see into the library. But I could see her.
And I could see right up her skirt, between her legs, right up to her red panties. I couldn't believe it. Red panties, right there for me to see. But I wanted to get closer. There was a table inside with cushioned chairs (much more comfortable than outside and still with that view). I moved my things, had a seat, and laid a book open as if I were reading.
From here I had the perfect VAA: Visual Access Angle. I could see up her skirt better, and she still made no sign that she knew she was being watched. I could see that the panties appeared to be sheer, but with her legs under the table there wasn't enough light to see through them. Damn!
That didn't really matter, though, because I could still see them. And everyone loves a look up a skirt. Everyone. And I certainly loved it. My body was tingling, and I couldn't resist. I moved one hand under the table and began to lightly rub my pussy. Unfortunately, I wasn't wearing a skirt today. Khakis made things a little less easily accessible. But I still found a way to gain that access.
I slowly, silently unzipped my pants and slipped my right hand inside. My own black cotton panties were a bit wet. My fingers worked their way under the side elastic and found my throbbing clit. I leaned over the book, deep in concentration...