Desperate In The Library - Sex Stories

Desperate In The Library

... minutes, before realizing she was thoroughly lost.

Bethany felt panic settle in as the stress of the past few weeks combined with her current predicament started to weigh her down with an almost overwhelming feeling of helplessness. Her breath came quick and shallow now as despair slowly started to overtake her.

"Ok, you're fine. Just relax," she said, trying to self-soothe her nerves. "Where are you now?" She took a deep breath and surveyed her surroundings, trying to push the cloud of pain out of her mind for a second so she could focus.

The hallway she found herself in was completely unfamiliar to her. The walls were covered in dust and cobwebs, and the floor was littered with construction debris. Scaffolding lined one wall. A tarp hung from it, seeming to billow in an unseen draft. Apparently, she had somehow wandered her way into some currently-being-renovated wing of the library.

"Ok, Beth, if there’s construction, there must be construction guys working here. Construction workers need bathrooms, right?" she asked herself hopefully. But as she started walking, she felt the dread creep back in as each hallway seemed to be filled with nothing but random construction equipment and boarded-up doors.

Bethany felt a searing pain in her lower abdomen that only seemed to grow more intense with each step. Her legs trembled as her bladder struggled to contain the mounting pressure inside of it, and she swore she could feel a warm liquid slowly trickling down her ...

... thigh despite all of her attempts to hold it in.

She was running out of time.

She started to run frantically, hoping against hope that she would find a bathroom, an exit, a janitor's closet—hell even an empty bucket would do at this point.

Her hopes grew as she turned a corner and found herself staring down a long dusty corridor lined with ornately carved doors—and none of them were boarded up. Elated, she ran to the first door—a crooked placard labeled "Staff" hung off it—and twisted the knob. But it didn’t budge; locked.

"Shit," she whimpered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes.

Bethany's heart raced as she tried the second door, and then the third, locked and locked. Finally, she reached the end of the corridor.

Bethany's mind was now a jumble of chaotic thoughts as she stumbled towards the final door. The desperation and urgency that had taken hold of her body were overwhelming, and if it weren't for the pain stabbing her bladder, Bethany would have thought this entire experience was just an incredibly vivid nightmare.

With trembling hands, Bethany grabbed hold of the tarnished brass knob, twisting it with all her strength; and to her amazement, the rusty locking mechanism relented with a loud “clunk.” She couldn't help but squeal with excitement as she shoved open the door, its hinges groaning with displeasure at being disturbed from their slumber.

Bethany burst inside and eagerly scanned the room, but as her eyes ...