Edited by angelicsounds
This story and those to follow are dedicated to a very special lady whose exuberance for life and passion for love is inspiring.
Now a grad student, Elle had reached a point in her life where she was serious about her future. She wasn't exactly sure what company she wanted to pursue for employment, but she did know the field of study she needed to prepare herself for a career in managing others. That side of Elle was prominent, yet, unbeknownst to many, she also had a deep desire to pursue love in a unique way.
Elle was truly beautiful, not in a childish way that made her cute, but more of a depth of heart that men craved, at least if they wanted to spend the rest of their life with her. Perhaps the inward dictated the outward but one thing for sure; she was beautiful, striking, enticing, and certainly a looker to the male species. Oddly enough, many of the guys on campus didn't even know why they were attracted to her, for her mystery often seemed elusive.
She was five feet six inches tall, well proportioned, with dark brown hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. The natural wave lent to her pretty smile, a portrait of acceptance of others no matter how they might have differed from her. One professor even said of Elle that she had captivating eyes that smiled. Though she usually dressed like everyone else in the typical college t-shirt, jeans, and sandals, she occasionally walked through campus wearing a dark red or dark blue dress. On those days, men couldn't help but stare, though most tried not to show it.
One of the enticing matters about Elle was her full, sexy breasts. Guessing men would have calculated them to be anywhere between 34Cs to 36Ds. On the days she wore no bra or a loose fitting one; men ceased to guess and knew that Elle's melons were most assuredly 34DDs. Her waist was thin, her belly flat, her legs average in length, but no where did Elle appear to have anything that caused men or women to not like her figure. Even when she wore shorts, her chocolate brown skin caused men to gaze in approval over the smoothness and form.
And of course for the unique fraternity of butt lovers, Elle's sexy, round bottom scored a ten. Its shape and the way she moved it lent well to stimulate watching, lustful eyes. Though she wasn't dating anyone in particular at the time, she secretly longed for a man named Peter, a security guard who often escorted her to her car after the library closed at night. He was fair skinned, redheaded with a stylish cut, and about five eleven in height.
Elle tended to go for the men with blond hair but most recently she had also acquired a taste for the red. To her, the combination of contrasting colors always sent her into erotic fantasies of varying kinds. She was no stranger to sexual expression nor was she the least bit desirous of any relationship short of interracial. Each difference, each similarity, and each opportunity only added and enhanced her twenty four years of life experience.
If, however, she could have had her choice of men, it most assuredly would have been the red headed security guard, Peter. Since he worked on weekends, he often met her as he made his rounds about campus. Usually, Elle was on her way to the library to study or research a topic. During the week when she wasn't in class, she worked at the media center in the basement of the oldest building in the library complex.
Most Saturday mornings though, she would go out for a donut and cup of Frou-Frou coffee, and then drive over to the library for a lengthy day of graduate studying. Since she lacked about a year finishing her Master's degree, every weekend counted. Usually, a paper was due each Monday morning, so the Saturday before was often filled with reading that would bore a sloth, at least that was how she viewed it.
Near the front entrance to the library stood the security kiosk. Inside, Peter was talking on his radio when pretty Elle sauntered by carrying a bag of books and her purse slung over her shoulder. As Peter's eyes caught her passing by, he stared intently out of the tinted glass at what he deemed to be the loveliest woman he'd ever known. He would indeed have to make sure that his rounds included a visit around the library to talk with Elle, if possible.
But Elle couldn't see Peter inside the kiosk, since the windows were of a dark tint. She knew he was on duty, however, since his old beat-up Chevy sat pitifully in one of the employee spaces. It amused her, but like most college students; he had little money to spare. Besides, the car actually ran, though one of the tires was questionable. When Elle turned to the right to head for the front door, Peter laid down the radio and stiffened slightly. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt, over beige shorts that revealed her sexy, delectable legs.
While Elle disappeared inside, Peter looked at his watch and saw that his rounds were coming up. He decided to go fifteen minutes early, just to enter the library and possibly pursue his secret heartthrob. Inside, he found her handing in some books at the circulation desk, but he walked past her like he was on official business. Someone nearby greeted Peter, causing lovely Elle to look in his direction. As she did, she caught him smiling and knowing he was caught red handed, he lifted his right hand in a wave of sorts.
Peter then turned and walked away, but not so far that he couldn't watch the movements of Elle. She finished at the desk, headed for the stairwell, and proceeded to climb the flights to the third floor, simply because she wanted the exercise. Being a library employee, Elle knew the best rooms for maximum privacy and since she had access to the keys, she chose the most secluded room, a room buried deep within the rows of shelves that led to the most remote section of that floor. Unlocking the door with the only key on campus, Elle went inside, turned on the lights, and closed the door behind her.
The dimensions of the room were twelve feet by fifteen. In the middle of the room stood a typical wooden library table, with several chairs positioned around it. On a nearby wall, a small computer table stood with a PC, fully loaded with the latest educational software. Bookshelves were affixed to three of the walls, although none were full like those outside. On the fourth wall, however, a large floor to ceiling mirror reflected the room, making it seem as though it was much larger than it really was.
Ironically, the existence of the mirror had always intrigued Elle to the point of creating a fantasy that she was pleasuring her body as the mirror watched and reflected the scene. Several times she had considered going through with her personal gratification, but for the reason that she might get caught, she decided not to. But on that day Elle had seen Peter, a visual memory she couldn't shake nor did she want to. It warmed her, for she desired to know him better, to give herself to him, at least in her fantasies.
Elle glanced once more around the room and proclaimed softly, "This is my room, The Chocolate Diva Room!"
Setting her bag down on the table, she tried to focus on the research she needed to pursue. For some unknown reason, she kept glancing back at the mirror, as if Peter was there watching her, enjoying her presence, even longing for her to be in his arms. After three or four glances, Elle began to flush with warmth as it spread sensuously throughout her delicious body. Deep down, she wanted to strip naked and masturbate, especially if the lights were on and the mirror had full view of what she was doing.
