In the Stacks - Sex Stories

In the Stacks

... then doubled back. Once again, she secretly crawled down the aisle on the other side of the book shelf, sheltering herself from his view. Once again she watched the man jerk off into a book, and then place it back on the shelf, do up his pants and walk away. Over the next month, this happened four more times. The fourth time, Anne started to become bold. After the man left, she actually went to where he'd done his business, and searched for the book. She eventually located it, the pages still wet with his semen. She was so curious. She looked around nervously. No one was there. She lifted the book to her nose and smelled it. She'd never smelled cum before. It vaguely reminded her of the ocean. She looked around again - still no one. She stuck her tongue out and gingerly dabbed it at the cold page. How many women had swallowed how many loads of cum in history? And now, she knew a little of what it was like. The taste was salty, but otherwise not like anything she'd ever tasted before. She wondered if it was better when it was fresh squeezed and still warm. The thought of it shooting down her throat direct from his cock, and dribbling down her chin and onto her breasts made her wet all over again. Anne suddenly got an idea. She wanted to know what it was like for him. What was it that made jerking off in library books so hot for this strange man? If he could be a pervert, maybe she could be a pervert, too. She looked around again, but she was still alone. She stuck her ...

... fingers down the waist-band of her jeans, and inside of her panties, and began fingering herself. For a minute she let herself enjoy the feeling, but a banging noise from a few aisles away interrupted her, and she quickly yanked her hand out again before she could be caught. But no one came to catch her. After a few seconds, she shoved her hand back down her pants again, she slipped two fingers deep inside herself, getting them nice and wet. Then she took them out and wiped them on the pages of the book, letting her fluids mingle with his. She closed the book firmly, and considered how the weight of the pages pressed her juices together with his semen. She replaced the book on the shelf -- a dirty surprise for some student of international economics. Never had Anne ever done anything so uninhibited and risky. Never had she been so turned on. She needed to cum badly, and didn't think she could make it home. Instead, she went to the women's washroom, and locked herself in one of the stalls. She pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet, rubbing herself energetically. At some point she heard the voices of two other women entering the washroom, but she was too much into her own pleasure to stop. She could see them, through a crack between the door and the frame it hung on, checking make-up and hair. They were totally oblivious to what was happening just a few feet away. Anne's fingers intensified and quickened on her clit. She felt like she would explode at any second, but was ...