Okay now here is MY favorite!
LIBRARY BOOKS
Okay libraries are boring stuffy places, and NO you can’t listen to your tunes on your mp3 player without getting told off by some interfering busy body. But you need to study hard for this exam and you can’t afford to buy the books you need so ‘what the hell?’ that’s why you’re now sat in a dingy darkened corner, books laid out on the old thick hardwood table in front of you. A small table lamp is barely illuminating the desk top so at least you can see what you’re reading.
Which unfortunately isn’t what you should be reading, Next to the section of books you were after you found a dusty section and a book caught your eye ‘The Butler did it’ Odd you thought as it was in the romance section. You found out why it was there quickly though and chuckle quietly to yourself, phew this is a pot boiler and a half. You’ve got your mp3 on anyway but you turned it down, swaying gently with the tunes and are eagerly flicking the pages, God the Victorians could write filth! This is really good stuff far better than the mills and boon pulp hidden in your bedside cabinet at home. You’re feeling hot and flushed. Oh this is such a good read, shame to waste it? You think mischievously.
A quick glance around and no one’s about! ‘Good’ you think as you push back slightly in your chair, ‘it’s almost deserted no one will notice me?’ Edging your bottom forward in it, ruffling your skirt up your slender stocking clad thighs as you do, angling the light away slightly so you’re shaded. Your legs part slowly as you turn another page, eager to read on, fingers of your right hand idly trail down your blouse, slowly caressing your breast through the perilously thin material. Unconsciously unbuttoning one then two buttons to grant access to your wandering hand as it slips gently inside, finding the edge of your bra, gently pushing it away and sliding comfortably onto your breast. Tweaking the nipple sharply until it hardens as you read on, almost catching yourself by surprise. You quickly prop the book up to hide what you’re doing to yourself.
Your legs splay wider as you read on, with the book propped you’ve freed your other hand to explore and it slides slowly ever so slowly almost idly to your thighs. Your fingers unconsciously brush the inside of your thighs reaching the top of the material and caressing firmly on the soft flesh above. A finger cautiously strokes at your underwear now damp from excitement, pinching at them gently and tugging them to one side exposing your neat, hot, aching mound. The material brushes your lips making you groan slightly, looking around checking no one is looking your fingers gently play over the surface, almost teasing yourself.
Ah yes! A finger finally finds what its’ been looking for as you slide it purposefully inside you, your whole body relaxes at the release of so much pent up frustration, washed away with a single stroke of that deep searching digit. Then you push a second slowly into you, your eyes now firmly locked on the pages of the book. A third, my oh my, surely not? Yes a third, you’re so excited it easily slides to join the others. Your nipples are so hard now enjoying the attention of your explorations. You push back in the chair, leaning back at an angle to gain better purchase, you bottom is almost at the edge of the chair as you tilt it back and start to slide your fingers rhythmically in and out of you, stopping briefly to glance around before plunging them back deep inside you. A leg raises and rests on the table top, better you can really feel your fingers hard inside you as your muscles flex involuntarily against them. Your fingers are now circling your clitoris frantically, interspersed with the occasional plunge deep inside, bringing you close, almost purring, groaning, whimpering. Your eyes close as you savour the moment and you’re panting with short sharp intakes of breath now as your fingers increase in their relentless tempo, alternating between rubbing, stroking and patting, as you feel a tongue push and probe deeply into you.
‘Oh that tongue feels good’, almost lost in the moment. Your hips are bucking almost throwing you from the chair. You’re so close, too close.
Firm hands grasp at your thighs and waist and the tongue pushes deeper and deeper still as your fingers play over your clitoris at fever pitch. ‘Don’t stop’ you groan as unseen hands pull at your bottom lifting you slightly from the chair.
Your head snaps back sharply and an inaudible groan begins to rise from you, your legs start to quiver and shake rapidly and you almost tip from the chair, but those firms hands stop the fall, pulling you back onto that relentless tongue again.
You swear loudly as the release hits you, enveloping you in waves of pure ecstasy, grunting and heaving against your unseen assailants’ eager mouth and tongue. The chair tilts wildly as you rock back against it madly, as your body shudders with a second release ‘no more, god no more’ you pant. Sweat dripping from your brow as you feel serenity and contentment sweep over you.
You fall back into the chair swiftly, now fully conscious as you hear the footsteps approaching. Your eyes open quickly and your hastily straighten your attire, sweeping the book up as you stand just in time as the elderly librarian rounds the corner.
‘Is there something the matter dear?’ she enquires ‘I thought I heard someone shouting?’
You look around there’s no one else here, but there was? You’re sure you didn’t imagine it? You walk sheepishly past the bemused woman. ‘No I’m fine thank you’ you reply as you wander past her. ‘Just a really good book’ ...
Sun Oct 18, 2009 11:53 pm by tee
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Subject: Library Books - Stories by Richard