*This is my debut publication on Lit and I'd be grateful for your feedback and comments. Thank you in advance*
I see you standing in the back section of the public library, seemingly tucked away from the rest of the populous. Your short skirt betrays your innocent face, as does the pink lip gloss and the way you bend at the waist to collect a book from the bottom shelf as I pass.
The isle wide enough for the both of us, I still slide past you nonchalantly, my crotch rubbing on your ass as I pass, as if the shelves had closed in. Passing you, I quietly say in my deep voice "Excuse me, Miss.." I watch your back arch back up as you catch my eyes briefly as you look over your shoulder.
I riffle through the books on the shelf next to you, all raunchy erotica. Pulling one out with the title 'Good Girls Know No Bounds', my body to face you as I open and flick through it, the cover facing you. Satisfied with my first find, I smile into the pages before closing it and tucking it under my arm. I can feel you trying to watch me without being too obvious. Your form fitting button up blouse seemingly straining under the pressure of your obviously unsupported breasts, nipples threatening to cut their way through.
I pass back behind you, triggering you to avert your eyes back towards the shelves. Pausing directly behind you, I lean forward pressing into you with my body as I reach for a book right in front of your face, the title 'Short Skirts Drive Hard Bargains'. My hardening cock straining inside my pants as I subtly tilt my hips to press it into your ass crease, lifting your skirt a little with the increased pressure. I take a long, slow deliberate breath in through my nose, inhaling your sweet scent and registering vanilla and hints of strawberry.
"So many good titles.." I say in a low tone, almost to myself. I Taking half a step back, slowly I pull away from your ass. I flip through the book audibly and let out a "Hmmmm..." as i shut it and lean back in to replace it on the shelf.
Spending a second to peruse and feel the heat emanating from your body, I swear I feel you shiver. Reaching around your other side, I take two fresh books titled 'Nasty Exploits And Sweet Treats' and 'Quiet Girls Make The Most Noise'. I feel you shift as I pull them from the shelf, your ass giving a little push against my compressed cock. I smile wryly and drop a book on the floor in front of you.
"Would you be a good girl and pick up my book for me..? I seem to have my hands full.." I almost whisper into your ear. Without answering, you bend forward to collect it, forcing your almost bare ass at this new angle, straight into my cock, sliding it effortlessly between your cheeks...
'Devious little minx' I think to myself and smile in approval. I feel your hips give another slight tilt and with the slightest of movements, grind my cock into your crack. I feel my blood start to really simmer. "While your down there..." I say pausing to draw my request and the subtle ministrations of your hips out, "Could you find me a good read of your recommendation..? You seem to have a good handle on what you like..."
I can feel your asshole come into contact with my cock, so placing my right hand on the small of your bent back, I push forward with the force of a sustained twitch, showing you that i can see you for the little toy you are.
The air in your throat hitches and you drop your head before exhaling with a silenced moan. I see your head finally lift and start scanning the shelf at your eye level. You pause a couple of times. One was 'Jenny's Plastic Dream' and another was 'Silver Foxes Prey'. Finally you land on your final choice, pulling it to your chest like a dirty secret. The sustained contact still strong, i find my sense of smell now overwhelmed with a new intoxicating scent... Your wet lust fills my nostrils and flicks a switch in me.. I am now famished in a horny stupor.
You arch your back as you stand up, ass still firmly gripping the steel pole I'm sporting just inside my pants and tilt your head slightly back towards me..
"So many to choose from, Sir.. But if I had to choose, it would be this." Your voice sweet and as intoxicating as a fruity summer cocktail.. It takes me a minute to register the book you are holding up for my inspection. 'Learning New Skills, Comes With Experience. - an Old Dog Teaches New Tricks series.'
The cover sports a silhouette of a young woman on her knees, neck attached to a lead being held by an older gentleman (which I had to assume by the streak of silver embossed in his hair) standing in front of her.
I tilt my head and ask quietly "A whole series, hmm.. Are they all good? And what do you like about it, Miss?" You start to visibly blush harder while I feel your body quivering still against me.
With my free right hand, I let it bunch the side of your skirt so I can grip your right thigh, firm but gentle, my fingers painfully close to just grazing your now obvious and soaking thong.
"Yes, Sir.. They are very.. Engaging reads.. I like to also view them as educational... Though nothing beats a real classroom, so to speak." Your voice rings out in an almost a dream like quality. Musical but coy.. I release the books from my left hand, letting them drop to the ground with a sharp clap of sound. Reaching up with my now empty hand, i free your throat of any surrounding hair and run my fingers up it slowly, discovering a soft little velvet collar, delicately holding your throat.
"You do seemed to be dressed for a 'studious' occasion, miss.." My left forefinger and thumb start to trace your collar's circumference in opposite directions until i have your throat in my grip. I lightly increase my pressure on both your thigh and your throat, holding you snug to my body.
Your back arches just a bit more with the new grip, pulling you into the form i need you in, head tilted back resting against my shoulder and ass now firmly attached to my throbbing cock.
"Are you here to study or would you like some one on one tutoring?" I whisper down at you, my words dripping gravely lust into your ears.
I can feel your chest expand with your increasingly short breaths, my hands the only thing stopping you from completely melting into my body. Your hands once loose and hanging by your sides, now raise a little to trace the contact point where our hips meet.