The library has always been my happy place.

My safe space.

I enjoy the whispered conversations with the smell of old books in the air.

There are always students studying and individuals reading the newspaper—so many stories as to why each of us is here.

All of us are in our own space, filling our minds with the written word.

I come for the stillness and the quiet.

For my fingers to run along the spines of books searching for the right one to sweep me away to another time and place.

I’ve seen you here many times before.

We have been in the same aisle on more than one occasion. Quick smiles from me and an, “Oh, hello—excuse me,” as I pass you, have been our only interactions.

I’ve noticed recently your gaze has started to linger on mine a little longer, each time our eyes meet. Your lips turning up at the corners to smile at me more. Needless to say, you are on my mind more often than not.

There have been times the library has been bustling, and you’ve sat at my table.

No words were spoken between us. I do know that each time this happened, I couldn’t focus on my book. My heart would beat a little faster, and the heat would move from my cheeks to between my legs. I noticed I started looking for you when I would come—disappointed at times when you weren’t here.

Today was unlike any other. I was in the “adult” section of books to help get my mind off you. I thought if I could read about sex, I could imagine it was us. Then I’d be too distracted to notice if you came in. I picked a taboo topic and went to sit at my usual table.

The cover had two lovers on the front, half-clothed. I dove right into the book. I was several chapters in when you sat across from me. You took me by surprise. You saw the cover and title and asked me if I was doing a little “light reading.”

My face flushed, and you noticed. These were the first words you spoke to me. I smirked, nodded my head, and returned to a failed attempt at reading.

I could feel your eyes on me. I became aware of what I was wearing and wondered if you were trying to imagine what was under my shorts and crop top. The thought of this aroused me. I hadn’t put on a bra today and could feel my perky nipples start to poke through the thin fabric of my shirt. I glanced up at you. You had noticed.

Your eyes shifted from my tits to my face.

You had been caught.

You smiled at me and got up. I figured you were leaving, but to my surprise, you got up and sat beside me.

Moving your chair closer to mine, you placed your hand on my upper thigh. Leaning in towards me, you whispered in my ear, “Is it your book or me that excites you?”

Your warm breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. You moved your hand up my thigh, using your fingertips to brush my skin softly. Ever so slowly and methodically, you moved closer and closer to my pussy. My nipples grew even harder. I was throbbing under your touch.

With a sultry look, I turned my head just slightly to look at you. I took your hand into mine. Spreading my legs open, I placed yours under my shorts so you could feel how wet I was.

Your face brightened, looking pleased to discover there were no panties under my short denim shorts.

You rubbed my clit, causing my eyes to roll back and close. Just when I was close to coming, you slid a finger inside of me. After a few inward motions, you removed your hand and licked your fingers.

My eyes widened.

Getting up, you looked at me and said, “If you want more next time, be sure to wear something with easy access. No bra. No panties.”

You left me there on the verge of coming, alone.

I waited until you were out of sight before I got up and went to the bathroom to finish myself off. A huge orgasm exploded there in the public bathroom of the library.

I was already considering my options for dress for the next few library visits.

As hard as it was, I stayed clear of the library for the next several days. I did not want to come across as eager—yet I yearned for you.

When I woke today I could not hold off any longer—I chose a black maxi skirt to the knee with slits on both sides to the mid-thigh and a flowy, short top. I made my way inside and did a quick visual sweep. You were not here.

My heart sank a little, but I didn’t let that deter me from browsing the aisles.

Once again in the smut section, I was looking for my next read.

Lost in the selection of choosing, I did not notice you coming up behind me. You placed your hands on my hips as you pressed yourself into me. My heart skipped a beat. You whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed you.” Your hands moved to my ass cheek and up to my breast, grazing my nipple. I let out a deep exhale. Your lips moved along my neck as your hands worked their magic, touching me.

I felt your fingertips slowly move up under my tank in search of more. I eagerly waited for you to play with my breasts. I wanted my nipples pinched, stretched, and placed in your mouth.

You read my mind and went to work.

I could feel your cock growing up against my ass. I pressed myself further into you and started grinding on you. Reaching my hand back, I rubbed your length through your pants.

I wanted you.

The response I was met with from your cock had me needing more. I unzipped your pants, placing my hand inside.

You were trimmed, and your cock was so stiff and hard, so eager to be mine.

Pumping my hand up and down, I noticed your breath slowed down.

You took your hand that wasn’t full of my breast and slid it between my legs.

I parted them wider for you to do what we both craved.

You parted my folds, sliding the moisture around.

You whispered in my ear, “You’re so wet, baby. Do I arouse you?”

I nodded—no words needed to be spoken. The proof was there.

Rubbing my clit and fingering me in the aisle of the smut section at the library was the most cliché thing that’s ever happened to me. I was loving every moment.

There was a window with a deep sill beside us. Before I realized what was happening, you had moved me in front of it. You told me to lean forward, resting my elbows on the frame.

You pulled my ass out.

I did as I was told.

I was gazing outside from the second-story window of the library while you were getting ready to fuck me.

I heard you unbutton your pants and pull them down slightly. You pushed the material of my skirt aside and smacked my pussy with your cock before you entered me.

I could not see your cock, but the feel of you stretching me wide while feeling like you were in my stomach felt like heaven.

Your thrusts became harder. You held onto my hips to pull me back into you. It was hard not to make a sound. I wanted to scream your name, which I didn’t know. I wanted us to cum all over each other. Instead, we were fucking by a window in the library, and anyone could catch us at any moment.

I reached down to rub my clit as you were ramming me. I could feel myself on the verge of cumming when you licked your thumb and placed it inside my ass.

That was all it took. I told you I was going to cum. You told me to keep it going. To ride the wave. Cum was dripping out of me and all over your cock. I held on as long as I could before I had to let it go. It was at that point you released your thick, creamy cum inside of me.

Your pulses drove me wild.

You kissed my neck for a while before you pulled out. You pulled my skirt down around my ass and zipped your pants back up.

We looked at each other and smiled.

You asked if I was done or wanted more.

I smiled and said, “More.”

Picking me up, you set me on the windowsill.

You pulled my top up so my tits were out.

You ordered me not to pull it down, even if someone walked by us. You began to lick and suck my nipples.

I was still so wet for you.  I wanted you more than ever before.

Releasing my breasts, you moved my skirt out of the way.

You pressed my knees open wide, as far as they would go.

I could not believe we were doing this at the library.

Looking at my cum filled, wet pussy, you leaned down to start licking me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back.

Your tongue felt amazing…

I had a feeling this might become routine. I was looking forward to seeing you more.

I breathed in and let you devour me.