Passing Through
I entered the library shortly after class had ended for the day. The professor was hellbent on handing out nearly intolerable homework for the entire semester - I know because he announced it in class on the first day. To be honest, I liked spending my free time in the library, especially this one near campus. Most likely I would spend my entire day here skimming through books for my assignment, unless, of course I'm interrupted.
Taking a quick glance around the library, I sighed when I realized that my chances of being interrupted were slim to none. There was one person, an older man, nodding off behind a newspaper at one of the nine tables in the center of the room. I saw another man, perhaps in his late 60s, walk into the forest of book shelves on my right. As for the librarian, a pudgy, aging older man, he sat behind the librarian's, walled in, desk. I didn't have to approach him to know that he was looking at porn on a laptop hid out of sight - that was the norm.
Obviously, the librarian had an assistant, but he was out back smoking a cigarette and flirting with the women from my college as they passed. He was decent enough looking to catch their eye, maybe even seduce them into a quickie. Who cares about those kinds of things though? With a shrug, I wandered into the aisles on my left, walking to the back area of shelves. See, the library hadn't originally been a library. It once had been a ball room for parties and special events. Because of that, when it was changed into a library, the shelves were built oddly. Upon first approaching the aisles, you quickly realize that every two aisles are actually squared off with a bookcase where a wall should be.
If you explore enough though, you'll find two entrances near the center of two of the 'walls' to a back area where more book shelves were built as an afterthought. Because of the design, the back area was pretty deserted and definitely dimmer then the main part of the library. It made sense to place some of the least looked at books back here. On the right-hand side of the library, where I currently was at, newspapers, lots of magazines no one cared for, biographies and some classic literature were stored here. On the left, more classic literature and reference books were hid.
Seeing how secluded these areas were, many people had made the back areas into 'quickie rooms'. Thankfully, no one was amongst the shelves as I walked through them. Absorbed in my quest for books to help me with my assignment, I didn't hear when someone slipped through the back rows and snuck up behind me. I jumped when a hand touched my shoulder. Reeling around, I was delighted to see my girlfriend, Angel, standing before me. She scooped me up like we were in some old romance flick and kissed me. I clung to her tank top to keep my balance because she had dipped me too low.
"What are you up to? " I whispered when I was back on my feet.
She didn't say a word, but only smiled and slid her hands beneath the maroon v-neck sweater I wore. Her hands yanked my white T-shirt out of my jeans and felt along my stomach and back, disappearing beneath my bra for a moment, trailing to the clasp of my bra. Giggling, I tried to push her hands away, but she was kissing me, purposely distracting me so she could undo my bra. I had enough sense to know that she was acting a little rash but this hadn't been the first time she had done this kind of thing to me. Once, while visiting her parents, she slipped into the bathroom with me during dinner time. Needless to say, we did eating of other sorts, not that her parents were too happy with either of us. Another time, she had slipped her hand down my pants in a movie theater. Each time, she didn't explain what or why she was doing it, she just smiled at my shocked expressions.
Yet again, she was smiling as I squirmed, stuck between wanting to let her have her way or making her stop before we got caught. Pushing her crotch against my still clothed mound, I instantly blushed, knowing all too well what she was planning. My body gave in to her touches and pulls as she partially undressed me. Pushing down my jeans and panties together, she unzipped her jeans, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties but was indeed wearing something a little harder. This was the first time she had used the strap-on in public and I was more nervous then usual. Mostly because I couldn't control my voice when she started in on me with it. However, I didn't think that was going to stop her.
She pinned me down on a table that was normally used for placing books. Probably used by others in a similar manner of what it was about to be used for. My legs were held together by my jeans around my ankles, so Angel pulled my legs up and pushed them far enough over me that she could position herself properly. Angel spit in her hand twice and rubbed the spit over the head of the strap-on. I held my breath because I wasn't wet enough for her to go into me. Again, not that would stop my significant other. The dildo was slid slowly into me, my body squirming from too much friction. She pulled out halfway and slammed her way back in. Biting my tongue, I didn't cry out, but tears welled up in my eyes and I knew I wouldn't last long like this. Several more times, she repeated her actions until she finally pulled out to let my juices coat my entrance.
Angel was a sweet person but once she was horny, she became a mysterious and sort of violent person. When I say the word ‘violent’, I don't mean that she beats me to get off. No. She just gets a bit too rough without realizing it and tends to grab things with more force then necessary. In saying that, she grabbed my hips tightly and slammed her cock into me. My breath came out in a gasp as she fucked me. I bit down on my hand, causing me to wince from the combined pain of my teeth and her fingers that were holding on too tightly to my hips. I came within minutes but my body was feeling a little drained from the forced efforts of trying not to cry aloud.
Ah, but Angel wasn't done. Yes folks, she's a bit like the Energizer bunny when it comes to sex and she's hard to get off quickly. She let go of my hips and stepped back, allowing my legs to come down and causing me to nearly fall to the floor. Angel caught me before I went too far, she kissed me again before whirling me around and bending me over the table. The dildo was up my pussy before I could cover my mouth. A gasp escaped my throat, thankfully, not too loudly. I felt her fingers dig into my hips again as she started fucking me again. As she became comfortable with her rhythm, she slid her hands higher up my body.
When her hands grasped my exposed breasts, I bit my forearm, knowing what to expect. Angel slowed her rhythm as she massaged by breasts. I wasn't fooled by her tender actions though. Why, you may ask. Well, it’s because her tender touches turned rough just as quickly as they had a moment ago. Suddenly, she was holding my hair, pulling my mouth away from my hand and gripping my right breast as if she might fall off me any second. It wasn't until her fingers had wrapped into my hair that I realized what she was planning to do - make me cry out so everyone could hear. She got her wish too because I no longer was able to control myself. Every move she made just made me cry out, not too loudly at first but as I climaxed a final time, it sounded like a bookcase had fallen on me.
In typical Angel style, she was smiling as she zipped her pants and turned to walk away. I blushed as I hopped off the table and grabbed her arm before she could just leave me here in such an embarrassing display. Pulling up my jeans with one hand for some show of dignity, I had to ask her the same question that pops into my head after she does things like this.
"Why?"
She kept smiling as she shrugged and replied, "I was just passing through" and walked off.
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