Erotica
Night at the library
She went to the library to soothe her soul, and accidentally became a voyeur.
“Do you need help?”
She looked at me over the brim of her glasses, her hand resting expectantly on the magazine in front of her.
“No, thank you,” I said, smiling at the librarian, “I will find my way.” I don’t think she even heard my last words, as her eyes had already lowered back to what she was reading when I disturbed her with my arrival.
This wasn’t my first time in this old library, but the first time I came here during the evening hours. The dark mahogany interior always soothed the unrest in me, and that was what I needed now: to be calmed. I didn’t want to be alone in my apartment tonight. The void his absence left in my life was more palpable today. The library seemed like a welcome distraction from cloak of sadness always covering me.
I took the center flight of stairs — also crafted in the same dark wood — to the second level. It seemed like I was the only one in the library, which almost helped me to understand the librarian’s barely contained irritation when I had disturbed her. I shrugged and looked at the signs on the rows of books, to find the section where I needed to be. Almost at the back, I stepped between two shelves and started looking for the specific author I wanted to read.
Rounding the corner at the end of the row, and entering the next one, I heard it. A sigh? Was someone else here? There it was again. Not a sigh; more like a gasp. Heavy breathing. The row of books blocked my vision. I crouched down and moved sideways a bit to find an opening between the books. I clamped my hand to stifle the gasp which now came from my own mouth.
His tongue flicked over her clitoris, his hands pushed her legs up, giving me an unobstructed view of their most intimate actions. Her knee blocked my view of her face, but the muffled sound of her panting made it easy to imagine her expression of ecstasy. He stood up and for a moment I wanted to flee, but I just couldn’t. I watched as he leaned over her, and supposed he must be kissing her. My eyes were fixed on his fingers, two of which had entered her to slowly push in and out, his thumb circled the button of flesh where his tongue had been only moments before.
My hand found it’s way to my crotch. I ran my fingers over my labia, and twitched with lust. My leggings were damp from my own excitement. I found the elastic and slipped my hand inside, just as he dropped his pants, which gave me the perfect side view of his round buttocks. I pushed my fingers into my wetness, the same moment his cock slipped into her cunt. Could they hear my breathing, the way I heard theirs?
I matched my rhythm to theirs. Fingering myself, my climax started to build, and I felt more alive than I had been in months. When he pushed harder into her, and she could barely stay silent, my hand moved to my clitoris. I watched the muscles in his bottom, those in his legs, and was given a glimpse of him slipping in and out of her pussy. He pushed into her hard one last time, and I stifled a groan as my own climax overtook me.
After rearranging my clothes, I quickly found the book I came for, and left the aisle to return downstairs. I glanced back up when I reached the bottom of the stairs, and saw them walking towards it. When I walked out of the library onto the street, and into the dark night, they were directly behind me. I stopped, looked at them over my shoulder and smiled.
“Thank you,” I said, and before they could react, I turned and walked away.
My cloak of sadness was much lighter than before. He was gone, yes, but I was still here, alive and… well… sexy. I looked up at the dark sky, and smiled. He promised he would watch over me, and leading me to this naughty scene, just seemed like something he would do. There wasn’t a skip in my step just yet, but now life looked much better than earlier, when I’d rebuffed the librarian’s offer of help.
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