Cumming in Public: My Naughty Library Rendezvous

Everyone Knew About The Secret Library Corner!

I​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ didn’t plan for the library to be the place where literally everything between us finally came together. But maybe it’s not that surprising after all. Quiet areas always seem to have that effect of emphasizing the things you are choosing not to acknowledge. Smiles that were held for a little too long. Hugs that lasted for a while. Joking that flirted with each other before we both pretended that “it didn’t mean anything.” And on that rainy Thursday afternoon, the library was so quiet that there was nothing to distract my feelings. We were supposed to be working, but I didn’t anticipate that our slacking off would result in me cumming in public.

Notes were scattered over the table, and laptops were open. His knee was touching mine under the table. I thought it was done by mistake at first, but then it happened again… and again… I felt heat coming up my neck, and he saw it. Certainly, he saw it. His eyes were following my reaction with a kind of slow curiosity, which made my breathing stop for a moment. He got up from his chair. “Come with me,” he uttered in that soft, teasing tone that always made me fall apart. I was surprised and immediately on guard as my eyebrows lifted. He didn’t wait for an answer; he just turned and walked, assuming that I would follow. And I ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌did.

Following Him Would Lead to Me Cumming in Public.

The​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌ oldest part of the library was almost abandoned. It was the place people went when they were planning on cumming in public. We went into one of the most remote aisles where the smell was a little of paper, dust, silence, and secrets. For a brief moment, we just stood there, very close to each other, looking, and it seemed that both of us were trying to memorize the exact second when everything changed. Subsequently, he brought his hand up to my face, not too fast to allow me to move away if I wished. I didn’t. I could swear that something melted inside my chest, a bit lower, and it was warm as soon as his fingers came into contact with me. His thumb was moving along my cheekbone, very softly, yet so firmly that it sent an erotic tingling all the way down my spine.

His lips found mine, as if he’d been holding the urge for months. The quiet aisle almost seemed to be breathless and very much alive because of that. My hands were roaming his chest, which was vibrating to the rhythm of his heartbeat. He put me against the shelf with his body, not aggressively, but with enough power that my breath escaped me with a little trembling. There wasn’t any rush, any kind of frantic chaos. There was just heat, want, and the realization that somebody could come at any moment. The thought made a wave of desire go through me, which was so strong that I clenched his shirt with my fingers. The sudden closeness stole a sound from me, quiet, ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌needy.

Soon I Was Cumming in Public!

The change was almost imperceptible, but it felt as if the thin string that was holding us back from going further had suddenly snapped or something. My fingers were gripping his shirt as if it was necessary for me to be there with him, taking the same small portion of air. I was tearing his shirt just to be able to touch his skin. He made a small, sharp exhale, which heated up the fire that was spreading through my body even more. His hands were going all over my waist, under my skirt. He slid my panties aside and gently pushed his finger inside me, slow and steady, pressing with friction that made me shiver. Hot, pulsating, and totally unbearable. Feeling as though I was moments away from cumming in public. Immediately, he could feel my reaction, and he tensed his entire body.

His fingers replaced his cock. Our bodies moving in an instinctive rhythm. The shelves behind me were shaking. It was the kind of urgency that you can feel in your very bones. My fingers were raking his back when the warmth exploded inside me, and I was cumming in public. It was sudden and all-consuming. Taking away my breath and making the whole world vanish for a moment. Without saying a word, he pressed his face against my neck, and his body was shuddering from the power of his own release. He carried me through it, arms firmly around me, our bodies joined. My heart was beating like mad. “Are we done?” I asked in a low voice. His gaze was dark as he smiled. “Not even ​‍​‌‍​‍‌​‍​‌‍​‍‌close.”

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