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🕑 Added 2022-08-04 22:19:54 +0000 UTC Here’s a smutty story I wrote. Let me know if you like it and I'll write more 💕 _____________________________________________________________________________ I’m working in the library when I see you, sat two tables across from me. He teaches here, I think. You’ve stolen a few glances at me already, from over the top of your laptop screen. I look in your direction and wait for you to look up again. When you do, I me.et your eye and smile softly, running my finger over the white collar of my black dress. Keeping your gaze, I close my book and slowly stand up before turning and walking away. I look behind me, to see if you’re still looking, and briefly smile again, before disappearing into the rows of books. You hesitate, but decide to follow. As you make your way through the aisles, you see me at the end of the sci-fi section, amongst a row of old sci fi magazines. I’m on my tip toes, stretching up for something on the top shelf. I’m too short, and it’s just out of my reach. As my dress rides up, you catch a glimpse of my white panties. Blo0d rushes to your cock. I see you. “Please, can you help me?” I say. Without saying a word, you make your way over to me. You reach the magazine easily, pull it from its place and hand it to me. The March 1954 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. I beam up at you “thank you. Have you read this one?” Standing next to each other, I come to you sternum. As my eyes look up at you, you wonder what id look like, looking up at you with your cock in my mouth. You press the thought away. But it makes your cock press more firmly against the inside of your pants. You nod, and say you have. “Oh, wow. Did you enjoy… “ I loose my words as I notice your thick, hard cock protruding through the fabric of your pants. My jaw drops slightly, my cheeks turn crimson and I drop the books and magazines I’m holding. They scatter over the floor. “Fuck” I say, embarrassed. Shaking my head. I bend down to pick them up, and as I do, I can’t help but take another look at the bulge in your pants, before quickly looking back down. I’m nervous. But, you saw me do it. And You know that I want it. You bend down to help me with my things. We lock eyes again. I can feel my pulse throbbing between my legs, my heart is racing, my panties feel wet. Your cock is rock hard. There is electricity between us. You hand me the last book from the floor. We suddenly hear some people passing by the aisle we’re in, and we look up in sync, startled. We both stand slowly, and I can’t help myself. I need you, desperately. I drop my things again, purposefully this time. I take two steps forward, toward you, placing my hands on your chest, and pushing you back, hard, against the bookshelf. You’re overcome. As I move toward you, you place your hands under my armpits and effortlessly lift me. I place my hands on your muscular shoulders as I wrap my legs around your waist and we kiss, hard. You turn, and push me up against the bookshelf. We’re kissing harder, almost frantically. We’re lost, oblivious to our surroundings. Oblivious until we hear more people moving, and talking, down the adjacent aisle. We stop, coming out of our haze, and look at each other for a moment. I place one finger gently on your lips. “Shhhhh” I say. I hold your gaze as my finger glides over your bottom lip, before I move it to the back of your neck, over your shoulder and down your chest. I undo your belt, slowly and quietly and ease my hand through the top of you waistband. My mouth falls open a little when I feel it, I take a sharp inbreathe. It’s thick, solid and slick with precum. Your eyes close and you let out a short gasp as I wrap my hand around it. We hear the people in the next aisle again. It sounds like there are more now. I lean forward, closer to you. You can feel my hardened nipples against your chest, through my dress. I place my lips close to you ear, as I move my hand slowly down you shaft. “Shhhhh.” I say, and I kiss you softly and slowly just below your ear. My hand moves back up your cock. You moan, involuntarily. We know we shouldn’t. But we feel out of control. We can’t help it. With one hand behind your head, and one hand on your cock, I kiss you deeply again. Your large, strong hands move up my thighs. One lands on my ass, you squeeze it hard as you pull us closer together. The other hand finds my pussy. It has soaked through my panties. You pull them to the side as I bring your throbbing cock to me. I rub it against my clit for a second. My head falling back, I moan “Fuck” I move my hand away, and you slide your cock inside me, with one seamless movement. You ease it all the way in. I feel it fill me up. It feels thick, throbbing inside me. “Oh my god” I say. My head falling back again. I begin to tremble. I barely notice the sound of the people moving down the aisle adjacent to us. Less than 1m away, just paper and wood between us. You notice, but you don’t care. We are a mess. Tangled against the bookshelf. You’re thrusting hard, looking down at your cock disappearing into me as you fuck me harder and faster. You groan. I’m gone, eyes closed. Back arching in rapture. You keep going. I suddenly look at you, eyes wide, my brow furrows, I shake as I cum unexpectedly. My mouth opens, my lips tremble, but no sound comes out. You keep going. You look at me, you look down. We hear the people again. “Fuck! Charlotte” you say, aghast. I put my thumb on your bottom lip, and press it slightly. “Shh. I want you to cum for me” You look down to the end of the aisle, then back to me. You look down at your cock, and back up to me. You keep going. I have one hand in your hair, the other on your shoulder, my legs interlaced behind your back. You move a hand from my thigh to the bookshelf behind me, to steady yourself. A book falls from the shelf above me, onto the floor. “Come on. I want to feel you cum inside me” I whisper. “I want you to”. A bead of sweat rolls down your face. I lean back. You keep going. You move your other hand from my thigh, up under my dress, over my belly, to my chest. I’m not wearing a bra. Your hand moves over my breast, cupping it, your finger and thumb coming together at my hard nipple. You caress it, bringing my nipple to your open mouth. Your cock disappearing in and out of me, still. Harder. My inner thighs glistening. They’re so sensitive. And it feels blissful. I moan. “Fuck. Cum for me. Please, cum for me” “Oh fuck. Fuckkkk” you moan. Another book falls. “I’m going to cum” “Cum for me” We sink into one another, your head falls onto my chest. Your arm comes from the shelf down to my waist. I lower my legs to the ground. Just as you pull your pants to an appropriate height, a group of students move across the end of the aisle. One glances over to us. I smile. I straighten my dress, gather my things from the floor. I look up to you, rise up onto my tippy toes and place a kiss on your jawline, before gliding off down the aisle and disappearing.
