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"So you got my text?"
I so would have loved to see your face when your cell vibrated and your beautiful eyes fell upon the content.
'Central Library. 9pm.'
I can only imagine the inquisitive raise of your eyebrow. I mean if it had been against any other name it would be a dead cert for a wrong number.
But the thing is it was not a random number or name that flickered upon your cell screen.
Innocuous to any prying innocent's eye, we both know 'Sally' was not really an old school friend, however much you found yourself revelling over all old times. Although if she were real then maybe we should invite her to the party one time. Now that is a naughty thought, imagining you cavorting with another woman, me sandwiched between the pair of you!
I can only wonder what you must have thought. A pang of intrigue, no doubt, as usually the messages are a little more obvious - don't you agree? Something I think we both can profess to, fond memories of many playful requests and demands. But the library, I bet that has you guessing; it's hardly a restaurant or the hotel suite.
I pondered delaying the second message, if only to let the intrigue settle. When I sent it I had no doubt that this time it was greeted with a curl of those delicious lips of yours.
'Black dress. Stockings. Heels.'
Now there was no way that was any 'Sally'! There was only one person you dressed for these days. Only one person who took pleasure in dressing you, savouring you. And always the only one who you adored undressing you, be it with with his eyes, his hands or simply his teeth. I imagine the mere thought made your cheeks flush and caused a tingle down your spine. I can just see that broad smile on your face, the seeds of something naughty suggestively planted in your mind. But then when has 'Sally' not offered a suggestive hint?
But I bet the library reference still didn't stack-up. Did you even know the library opened that late tonight? Neither had I, but when I found that it did I just couldn't resist. I know you enjoy our playful games, and I bet you questioned what I have in store for somewhere so quiet and reserved. For we both know quiet is not a word we would use when it comes to us, far from it. Our needs and desires often played out to an orchestra of hot, needy, wanton lust.
I knew it would be eating you up from the moment you received those texts, and I knew it would till the moment you laid eyes upon me. I won't have to say a thing as you'll be able to read my eyes, my look, my need.
I heard you before I saw you. A vantage point on the upper floor, partially hidden amongst the rows of historical literature. I knew your heels would echo around the old library, each step loud enough for unsuspecting eyes to glance from their papers and books. I knew you would capture the attention of the few that frequent a library at this time. A little late night titillation based on the wandering eyes as you saunter in dressed in such a way. I couldn't help but smile at the scowl the librarian gave you when I hit send on the next message. I could already see the disgust in her eyes, you dressed up as if you were going for a meal or a night at the casino or club.
That little black dress that you know I so adore, the one that compliments your figure so well and if the moment is right teases the eye with the glimpse of your stocking tops that cling to your heavenly thighs. I could see the gloss of your lips even from here, and the soft curls of your hair that frame your beautiful face. My vantage point gave me a heavenly view of the plunging neckline, exposing the top of your cleavage. I could tell you had spent time pampering yourself, making yourself so deliciously edible that no man could ever resist.
The buzz of your cell met with a growl from the librarian, your humble apology just loud enough for me to hear. I watch as you flick open your cell, followed by your glance around the library until your eyes fell upon the location. Once more the echo of your every step against the granite floor, resonating through the old library.
Artificial light fills the central concourse, slowly disappearing into murkier darkness amongst endless rows of tightly packed bookshelves, the neon lighting giving way to fractured moonlight that filtered through the window blinds. I watch as you reach the stairs, taking the hand rail in your palm as you gingerly begin to climb the steps in your heels. I watch intently as your eyes search the end of the aisles, seeking the reference that illuminated your cell moments early.
Moments later I have to step back further into the dark corners. I watch you find the aisle and then slip down the narrow space, encased in books of all sizes and ages, the clink of your heels no more as you step from the granite flooring onto carpet. Your hand lightly trails the book spines, mouthing quietly the reference that now burns vividly in your mind. I can only imagine the thoughts flowing through your mind, the sequence of events that brings you here this night. I see your eyes darting around and imagine your heart thundering, my eyes glued to you, spellbound as I have been from day one. As I will always be.
And then you find it. I only just got out of sight as you look in either direction before reaching for the shelf. I couldn't see your face, and again can only imagine the smile upon your glossed lips as you pull the leather bound, tattered book from the shelf. You look once more in either direction, the stillness of the quiet library providing no hint or suggestion of what lay next. It was as though you wanted to call my name out, yet dared not if only for the wrath of librarian below. You turn once more and continue down the remainder of the aisle into the murky darkness, book held close to your heart as though treasuring it for all it's worth.
And then you feel me.
As you turn at the end of the aisle, the sudden touch of my hand. Firm and forceful.
You gasp, feeling the firmness, yet instantly know it is me as I push you face first up against the bookshelf end. Facing away from me, my strong hands firmly find the dip of your waist. My touch always so assured, so confident.
The book slips from your clasp with a thud as you feel the weight of my body pinning you against the wooden aisle end. In the silence the noise seems so loud, and my heart thunders against my chest as I hold you tight, my hands still, the thud of the book still resonating in my ears. Waiting, wondering if down below the librarian was on her way. Senses heightened, I listen intently, hearing our every breath as we wait nervously.
No sounds, no footsteps, silence maintains. My hold on you relinquishes just a little. You purr at my forceful actions and I can sense the heat of my breath upon your exposed shoulders. I inhale, and savour the scent of your fragrance that I knew so well as my hands caress the curves of your body through the soft fabric of your dress.
"Baby," you murmur, as one hand slips north, ruffling your dress under my touch, fingers finding and following the curve of your bosom, palm soon cupping and caressing your aching breast through your clothes.
"Ssshhh," I whisper, as I bring my mouth down beneath your soft hair, attentive lips sensually nibbling and nuzzling at your creamy neck. Instantly I feel you push back against me, our bodies firmly moulding as one as your hands reaches up and finds my hair. Fingertips ruffle as you bite your bottom lip with a stifled whimper. My other hand slips from the dip of your waist over the rise of your hips and back down, fingers expertly finding and hooking the hem of your dress.
You arch your neck to one side, allowing my hungry lips to devour, raining butterfly kisses upon your delicate skin. For as much as I had been teasing you, I had also been teasing myself, and now that you were here, now you were mine, I wanted every last inch of you. Our play a powerful aphrodisiac as passions spill over in a whirlwind of lust. I feel you squirm and writhe against me, my fingers pulling at the hem of your dress, edging it that bit higher. The sensual touch of your stocking thighs, fingers upon your inner thighs stirring my hunger further.
My thumb dances over your pebbled nipples, taut and engorged beneath the combination of dress and intricate lace bra that I knew would match that of your panties and stockings. I could feel my heat pounding, my desires overwhelming to the point that my grasp of control was teetering on the edge. My gasps meet your whimpers and I feel the near-buckling of your knee. The hem of your dress hiked up enough that my skilled fingers soon find your panties. Stroking and caressing I can feel your swollen and wet sex beneath the delicate, already moist lace.
Your lips part uncontrollably, your hands slipping from my hair and reaching up over your head, pressing up against the wooden book aisle end. My hand traces over your breasts, my fingers running up your neck before teasing your lips with my thumb. I savour the touch of your lips as you kiss my thumb before my hands glide up your arms, a strong hand gripping your wrists in my hold. The weight of my body pushes against you, all the while my other hand teasing you through your ever saturated panties. As I stroke and caress the length of your weeping, swollen pussy lips I feel your liquid essence leak from you, your cunt so deliciously wet.
I feel you squirm as my fingers lay claim to you. My hold on your wrists tight, so much so that even if you wanted to escape you knew you couldn't. At the mercy of my animal desires to take and devour, a vulnerability that only adds to the intensity of the erotic encounter. Soft purrs escape your lips as you become more breathless with each passing moment. Skilled fingers that know every inch of you, working you into a frenzy. I so adore how your body responds to my touch, as though you are an instrument that I can play so well, our bodies so in tune to the hunger that consumes us. I feel your thighs begin to tense and buckle at the knee as you ride the ragged edge of wicked pleasure.
You know that I can sense you are close, fingers caressing you through the wet lace, teasing you to brink of submission. And you know I am not going to stop.
You know I am relentless and insatiable as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. Panting, you savour the sensations that burn through you, body and mind soon submitting as one. Cunt throbbing, clit engorged and brushing against the sodden lace, shivers pulse down the curve of your spine as the pleasure lays claim to you.
My teeth rake against your creamy neck, leaving marks, fond memories that will need concealing but memories no less. Ones that when you get home will trigger these feelings once more. Cheeks flush red, lips parted uncontrollably I feel you shudder, the soft moan as you spiral into the inky abyss.
And at that moment I let you savour the ecstasy as I hold you tight. Mind melting as your orgasm takes control, shuddering through you, leaving you gasping for air. The sensations overwhelming as you climax so fucking intensely. My every breath upon your tender skin, I feel the pleasure ripple through you, coursing through your veins.
Your eyes slowly open, pupils dilated, dark and stormy, fueled with lust. You tilt your head back, arching your gaze to meet mine, followed by the curl of your lips as you see the intensity that rages through me. Words not spoken yet desires obvious as you grind your pert arse against my groin, feeling my arousal. My strong hold on your wrists maintains as I feel you wriggle and squirm. I sense your urge to place your hands upon me, yet my hold remains firm against the wooden aisle end.
My free hand, fingers wet with your desire glides firmly over your body, following the curves that captivate me every time. Over the dip of your waist, the rise of your hips before I trace the contours of your pert behind. I pull my hips back for a mere second, the sound of my zipper defeaning in the silence before you feel my body once more pressing against you.
A whimper greets the sensation of my throbbing cock between your thighs. Swollen tip and erect shaft rubbing against your drenched panties. I feel you grind against me in need as I slide against your red hot sex, your hips urging me to slip inside you. I can feel your need, an urgency and hunger that burns within you.
"You need me so bad, don't you baby?"
To feel me deep inside you. Your clenching cunt rippling against my throbbing cock thundering deep into your fiery wetness. Christ, the thought is eating you up and the ache you feel is so damn hot, isn't it?
Breathless gasps and moans escape into the silence as our bodies brush and grind, the delicate saturated lace the merest of barriers between our animal desires. I feel the wetness of your panties against my shaft as we rut, the playful buck of your hips against my gentle rhythm. Passions bordering on the insane, the books of all ages witness to our steamy encounter. In the eerie silence we fight the urge to let our desires spill from our lips.
My heart racing, I tease and peel the saturated lace to one side. Savouring the instant touch of flesh upon flesh, my cock slips effortlessly between your drenched petals, slowly penetrating your weeping flower. Like the animals of the night we are, our bodies become one as I take the one thing I crave more than anything other. Soft whimpers and mewls spill from your glossed lips as your resistance to the silence begins to falter. The danger of being heard or caught adds to the intensity as I sink deep, feeling your aching cunt around me.
One hand grips and holds your wrists firm and tight, the other falling across your lips, stifling the ever louder moans that dare to escape as we satisfy our inner cravings. In unison our bodies as one, the delicate circle of your hips meeting my thrusts as we lose ourselves in rampant need. Your body ever more squeezed between the bookshelf and I. My hand finally releasing my grip on your wrists as the passions build. Instantly your nimble fingers find the edges of the bookshelf, gripping tightly as you shudder with each cantering thrust that sucks the air from your lungs.
Bodies writhing we gasp for breath, tumbling into the abyss. Your cunt clenches wildly, suckling around me, pulling me deeper as I take and ravage you until we can't take any more. I feel you orgasm with me, the wild clench of your cunt pushing me over the edge. I feel my balls constrict and my throbbing cock thicken and swell. A heavy groan begins to break the silence and I bury my mouth into your shoulders to hide the noise. I climax powerfully, the sudden wetness deep inside you as I orgasm, painting your cunt with my cum. Our bodies slump against the wooden bookshelf, breath hot and heavy as we pant and gasp for air. My hands falling upon yours, fingers interlocking together as we ride the waves of pleasure.
I raise my mouth to your ear and begin to whisper through panted breath.
"I'll be watching those prying eyes that'll be drawn to the click of your heels as you'll saunter out wearing that just fucked look so well," I gasp, the heat of my every breath against your radiating skin.
"And as they imagine," I begin, pausing for a fraction, the silence deafening.
"Only you and I will know how our juices will leak from your cunt and trickle down your inner thighs with every step," I continue, my tone assured and confident. You purr in delight and I feel you push your body back against me, the sinful words so naughty, so us.
I so would have loved to see your face when your cell vibrated and your beautiful eyes fell upon the content.
'Central Library. 9pm.'
I can only imagine the inquisitive raise of your eyebrow. I mean if it had been against any other name it would be a dead cert for a wrong number.
But the thing is it was not a random number or name that flickered upon your cell screen.
Innocuous to any prying innocent's eye, we both know 'Sally' was not really an old school friend, however much you found yourself revelling over all old times. Although if she were real then maybe we should invite her to the party one time. Now that is a naughty thought, imagining you cavorting with another woman, me sandwiched between the pair of you!
I can only wonder what you must have thought. A pang of intrigue, no doubt, as usually the messages are a little more obvious - don't you agree? Something I think we both can profess to, fond memories of many playful requests and demands. But the library, I bet that has you guessing; it's hardly a restaurant or the hotel suite.
I pondered delaying the second message, if only to let the intrigue settle. When I sent it I had no doubt that this time it was greeted with a curl of those delicious lips of yours.
'Black dress. Stockings. Heels.'
Now there was no way that was any 'Sally'! There was only one person you dressed for these days. Only one person who took pleasure in dressing you, savouring you. And always the only one who you adored undressing you, be it with with his eyes, his hands or simply his teeth. I imagine the mere thought made your cheeks flush and caused a tingle down your spine. I can just see that broad smile on your face, the seeds of something naughty suggestively planted in your mind. But then when has 'Sally' not offered a suggestive hint?
But I bet the library reference still didn't stack-up. Did you even know the library opened that late tonight? Neither had I, but when I found that it did I just couldn't resist. I know you enjoy our playful games, and I bet you questioned what I have in store for somewhere so quiet and reserved. For we both know quiet is not a word we would use when it comes to us, far from it. Our needs and desires often played out to an orchestra of hot, needy, wanton lust.
I knew it would be eating you up from the moment you received those texts, and I knew it would till the moment you laid eyes upon me. I won't have to say a thing as you'll be able to read my eyes, my look, my need.
I heard you before I saw you. A vantage point on the upper floor, partially hidden amongst the rows of historical literature. I knew your heels would echo around the old library, each step loud enough for unsuspecting eyes to glance from their papers and books. I knew you would capture the attention of the few that frequent a library at this time. A little late night titillation based on the wandering eyes as you saunter in dressed in such a way. I couldn't help but smile at the scowl the librarian gave you when I hit send on the next message. I could already see the disgust in her eyes, you dressed up as if you were going for a meal or a night at the casino or club.
That little black dress that you know I so adore, the one that compliments your figure so well and if the moment is right teases the eye with the glimpse of your stocking tops that cling to your heavenly thighs. I could see the gloss of your lips even from here, and the soft curls of your hair that frame your beautiful face. My vantage point gave me a heavenly view of the plunging neckline, exposing the top of your cleavage. I could tell you had spent time pampering yourself, making yourself so deliciously edible that no man could ever resist.
The buzz of your cell met with a growl from the librarian, your humble apology just loud enough for me to hear. I watch as you flick open your cell, followed by your glance around the library until your eyes fell upon the location. Once more the echo of your every step against the granite floor, resonating through the old library.
Artificial light fills the central concourse, slowly disappearing into murkier darkness amongst endless rows of tightly packed bookshelves, the neon lighting giving way to fractured moonlight that filtered through the window blinds. I watch as you reach the stairs, taking the hand rail in your palm as you gingerly begin to climb the steps in your heels. I watch intently as your eyes search the end of the aisles, seeking the reference that illuminated your cell moments early.
Moments later I have to step back further into the dark corners. I watch you find the aisle and then slip down the narrow space, encased in books of all sizes and ages, the clink of your heels no more as you step from the granite flooring onto carpet. Your hand lightly trails the book spines, mouthing quietly the reference that now burns vividly in your mind. I can only imagine the thoughts flowing through your mind, the sequence of events that brings you here this night. I see your eyes darting around and imagine your heart thundering, my eyes glued to you, spellbound as I have been from day one. As I will always be.
And then you find it. I only just got out of sight as you look in either direction before reaching for the shelf. I couldn't see your face, and again can only imagine the smile upon your glossed lips as you pull the leather bound, tattered book from the shelf. You look once more in either direction, the stillness of the quiet library providing no hint or suggestion of what lay next. It was as though you wanted to call my name out, yet dared not if only for the wrath of librarian below. You turn once more and continue down the remainder of the aisle into the murky darkness, book held close to your heart as though treasuring it for all it's worth.
And then you feel me.
As you turn at the end of the aisle, the sudden touch of my hand. Firm and forceful.
You gasp, feeling the firmness, yet instantly know it is me as I push you face first up against the bookshelf end. Facing away from me, my strong hands firmly find the dip of your waist. My touch always so assured, so confident.
The book slips from your clasp with a thud as you feel the weight of my body pinning you against the wooden aisle end. In the silence the noise seems so loud, and my heart thunders against my chest as I hold you tight, my hands still, the thud of the book still resonating in my ears. Waiting, wondering if down below the librarian was on her way. Senses heightened, I listen intently, hearing our every breath as we wait nervously.
No sounds, no footsteps, silence maintains. My hold on you relinquishes just a little. You purr at my forceful actions and I can sense the heat of my breath upon your exposed shoulders. I inhale, and savour the scent of your fragrance that I knew so well as my hands caress the curves of your body through the soft fabric of your dress.
"Baby," you murmur, as one hand slips north, ruffling your dress under my touch, fingers finding and following the curve of your bosom, palm soon cupping and caressing your aching breast through your clothes.
"Ssshhh," I whisper, as I bring my mouth down beneath your soft hair, attentive lips sensually nibbling and nuzzling at your creamy neck. Instantly I feel you push back against me, our bodies firmly moulding as one as your hands reaches up and finds my hair. Fingertips ruffle as you bite your bottom lip with a stifled whimper. My other hand slips from the dip of your waist over the rise of your hips and back down, fingers expertly finding and hooking the hem of your dress.
You arch your neck to one side, allowing my hungry lips to devour, raining butterfly kisses upon your delicate skin. For as much as I had been teasing you, I had also been teasing myself, and now that you were here, now you were mine, I wanted every last inch of you. Our play a powerful aphrodisiac as passions spill over in a whirlwind of lust. I feel you squirm and writhe against me, my fingers pulling at the hem of your dress, edging it that bit higher. The sensual touch of your stocking thighs, fingers upon your inner thighs stirring my hunger further.
My thumb dances over your pebbled nipples, taut and engorged beneath the combination of dress and intricate lace bra that I knew would match that of your panties and stockings. I could feel my heat pounding, my desires overwhelming to the point that my grasp of control was teetering on the edge. My gasps meet your whimpers and I feel the near-buckling of your knee. The hem of your dress hiked up enough that my skilled fingers soon find your panties. Stroking and caressing I can feel your swollen and wet sex beneath the delicate, already moist lace.
Your lips part uncontrollably, your hands slipping from my hair and reaching up over your head, pressing up against the wooden book aisle end. My hand traces over your breasts, my fingers running up your neck before teasing your lips with my thumb. I savour the touch of your lips as you kiss my thumb before my hands glide up your arms, a strong hand gripping your wrists in my hold. The weight of my body pushes against you, all the while my other hand teasing you through your ever saturated panties. As I stroke and caress the length of your weeping, swollen pussy lips I feel your liquid essence leak from you, your cunt so deliciously wet.
I feel you squirm as my fingers lay claim to you. My hold on your wrists tight, so much so that even if you wanted to escape you knew you couldn't. At the mercy of my animal desires to take and devour, a vulnerability that only adds to the intensity of the erotic encounter. Soft purrs escape your lips as you become more breathless with each passing moment. Skilled fingers that know every inch of you, working you into a frenzy. I so adore how your body responds to my touch, as though you are an instrument that I can play so well, our bodies so in tune to the hunger that consumes us. I feel your thighs begin to tense and buckle at the knee as you ride the ragged edge of wicked pleasure.
You know that I can sense you are close, fingers caressing you through the wet lace, teasing you to brink of submission. And you know I am not going to stop.
You know I am relentless and insatiable as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. Panting, you savour the sensations that burn through you, body and mind soon submitting as one. Cunt throbbing, clit engorged and brushing against the sodden lace, shivers pulse down the curve of your spine as the pleasure lays claim to you.
My teeth rake against your creamy neck, leaving marks, fond memories that will need concealing but memories no less. Ones that when you get home will trigger these feelings once more. Cheeks flush red, lips parted uncontrollably I feel you shudder, the soft moan as you spiral into the inky abyss.
And at that moment I let you savour the ecstasy as I hold you tight. Mind melting as your orgasm takes control, shuddering through you, leaving you gasping for air. The sensations overwhelming as you climax so fucking intensely. My every breath upon your tender skin, I feel the pleasure ripple through you, coursing through your veins.
Your eyes slowly open, pupils dilated, dark and stormy, fueled with lust. You tilt your head back, arching your gaze to meet mine, followed by the curl of your lips as you see the intensity that rages through me. Words not spoken yet desires obvious as you grind your pert arse against my groin, feeling my arousal. My strong hold on your wrists maintains as I feel you wriggle and squirm. I sense your urge to place your hands upon me, yet my hold remains firm against the wooden aisle end.
My free hand, fingers wet with your desire glides firmly over your body, following the curves that captivate me every time. Over the dip of your waist, the rise of your hips before I trace the contours of your pert behind. I pull my hips back for a mere second, the sound of my zipper defeaning in the silence before you feel my body once more pressing against you.
A whimper greets the sensation of my throbbing cock between your thighs. Swollen tip and erect shaft rubbing against your drenched panties. I feel you grind against me in need as I slide against your red hot sex, your hips urging me to slip inside you. I can feel your need, an urgency and hunger that burns within you.
"You need me so bad, don't you baby?"
To feel me deep inside you. Your clenching cunt rippling against my throbbing cock thundering deep into your fiery wetness. Christ, the thought is eating you up and the ache you feel is so damn hot, isn't it?
Breathless gasps and moans escape into the silence as our bodies brush and grind, the delicate saturated lace the merest of barriers between our animal desires. I feel the wetness of your panties against my shaft as we rut, the playful buck of your hips against my gentle rhythm. Passions bordering on the insane, the books of all ages witness to our steamy encounter. In the eerie silence we fight the urge to let our desires spill from our lips.
My heart racing, I tease and peel the saturated lace to one side. Savouring the instant touch of flesh upon flesh, my cock slips effortlessly between your drenched petals, slowly penetrating your weeping flower. Like the animals of the night we are, our bodies become one as I take the one thing I crave more than anything other. Soft whimpers and mewls spill from your glossed lips as your resistance to the silence begins to falter. The danger of being heard or caught adds to the intensity as I sink deep, feeling your aching cunt around me.
One hand grips and holds your wrists firm and tight, the other falling across your lips, stifling the ever louder moans that dare to escape as we satisfy our inner cravings. In unison our bodies as one, the delicate circle of your hips meeting my thrusts as we lose ourselves in rampant need. Your body ever more squeezed between the bookshelf and I. My hand finally releasing my grip on your wrists as the passions build. Instantly your nimble fingers find the edges of the bookshelf, gripping tightly as you shudder with each cantering thrust that sucks the air from your lungs.
Bodies writhing we gasp for breath, tumbling into the abyss. Your cunt clenches wildly, suckling around me, pulling me deeper as I take and ravage you until we can't take any more. I feel you orgasm with me, the wild clench of your cunt pushing me over the edge. I feel my balls constrict and my throbbing cock thicken and swell. A heavy groan begins to break the silence and I bury my mouth into your shoulders to hide the noise. I climax powerfully, the sudden wetness deep inside you as I orgasm, painting your cunt with my cum. Our bodies slump against the wooden bookshelf, breath hot and heavy as we pant and gasp for air. My hands falling upon yours, fingers interlocking together as we ride the waves of pleasure.
I raise my mouth to your ear and begin to whisper through panted breath.
"I'll be watching those prying eyes that'll be drawn to the click of your heels as you'll saunter out wearing that just fucked look so well," I gasp, the heat of my every breath against your radiating skin.
"And as they imagine," I begin, pausing for a fraction, the silence deafening.
"Only you and I will know how our juices will leak from your cunt and trickle down your inner thighs with every step," I continue, my tone assured and confident. You purr in delight and I feel you push your body back against me, the sinful words so naughty, so us.
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