Although she was absorbed in her book, transporting her to a distant time with shadows of a faraway memory, she sensed his presence. He was familiar, but not yet an acquaintance. She had noticed him in the library while she worked on her research. She felt strangely excited by his stare, not hiding his interest in her as his green eyes bore into her. To her surprise she felt herself getting wet and her breathing became heavier. Her innate shyness made her want to look away, but instead, her eyes beckoned him. He walked toward her and sat beside her, making sure their bodies touched with such nearness. Her heart pounded. Without speaking a word, he began to rub her leg, gently at first. He stroked her bare knee, just below her skirt, and as his touch became more searching, she gasped. Slowly, his hand moved up her leg, and he got hard as he rubbed her soft, creamy flesh. He would tease her at first, there on the park bench in full view. She wanted him to move his fingers closer to her wet pussy, but was afraid of getting caught. She began to moan and noticed for the first time his hard cock bulging through his pants. He looked into her eyes, and brushed her soft lips with a kiss. He knew she was his.
As he slipped his hand from her skirt, he touched her breast ever so slightly as he kissed her again, this time probing her luscious mouth with his tongue. She put her hand on his rock hard cock and gently stroked him. She had never know anyone so big and thick before. Suddenly, he stopped and took her hand and stood up. She wanted to take him in her mouth right then and there, but he had other plans. As she stood up, he guided her to a secret spot, hidden behind the shrubs. She was weak with excitement, but knew she would have to take her time. With ever so slight force, he pushed her to the soft grass and spread her legs. One hand moved up her skirt again, this time more deliberately to her inside thigh. He would linger there as she squirmed, wishing his fingers in her. His other hand unbuttoned her white blouse and began to massage her breasts through her lacy bra. It was not the type of lingerie one would expect on such a scholarly young woman. Her erect nipples teased through the lace and her heart raced as he moved his hand inside and squeezed her nipples, twising them between his finger. Although it hurt just a bit, it made her even wetter.