"Ok. See you there in 5"
Umm, ok. I guess. I wasn't really expecting that. I tried to straighten out my cock so that it wasn't too obvious, and I headed out the door.
When I got to the library, I searched through the crowd of students for you. Finally I saw you heading for the stairs. You turned around just as you went through the door, locking eyes with me before I lost you again as you headed up to the stacks and study rooms.
I hurried after you. As I got through the door to the stairways, I looked up and saw that you were almost a flight above me. I could only see that you were wearing a loose knee-length skirt and boots that had a bit of heel. I hurried after you, wondering where you were headed.
You must have been hurrying as I couldn't make much headway. When you got to the third floor, the quiet study room where many of the stacks were, I saw you go through the door. Twenty seconds later I exited the stairwell myself and looked around, but I didn't see you. You weren't at the tables in front of the stairs, so I started to look around.
I thought I could hear your boots walking away from me, behind the stairwell. I walked quickly to the noise, but I only caught a glimpse of you as you walked behind a stack, about thirty feet in front of me. As I hurried after you, my phone buzzed with a message. Frustrated, I pulled it out.
"Aren't you cumming, Professor?"
God, what a tease! Now I was getting as angry as I was horny.
"Just stay still for a minute and you will see!"
I heard your footsteps continue for a minute and then stop. I hurried forward until I found you, hidden away in little corner of the library where nobody was likely to see you. Your back was up against the corner and you looked half excited and half frightened when I finally turned the corner and found you there. Your voice sounded small when you spoke.
"Hi, professor." You gave a weak smile as you pushed back even further into the corner as you saw my face. Your tight, low-cut top was in contrast to your loose flowing skirt, showing off your sexy breasts. But now I knew what I wanted, and I was going to take it.
I walked up to without saying a word, my hand reaching for your chests. I grabbed your shirt in my hand and pulled it down. As I expected, you weren't wearing a bra and your breasts popped out. You gasped, either in pleasure or fear, I didn't know. I didn't care. I raised my hand and slapped your breasts. Not too hard, but not too soft either. I knew I couldn't make too much noise, but I wanted to let you know who was in charge. You gasped again, your eyes rolling back into your head, and I knew you were enjoying our little game.
I stepped up close to you, looking down on you as my hands found your nipples. You looked up at me, lost in pleasure, closing your eyes. I played with your nipples, gently at first, then I squeezed them as I brought my lips right down to yours, not quite touching. You moaned from the feeling of my fingers pinching your nipples and my hot breath on your lips and face.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like the pain I'm giving you and you want more."
