As I rush across the Quad, my skinny jeans chaff between my thighs. In my haste, I forgot to put on underwear. I rush to the library hidden behind the foreign language building across from my dormitory, where the last copy of the book I need is waiting.
I shouldn’t have waited this long to finish my paper, but with class being canceled today, I thought of something more fun to use the newly free time on. Once my roommate almost caught me with my pants literally down, I decided it was time to check the library. Of course, everyone else had been astute students and used the time to finish their papers. Probably checking out all the other copies while I checked out girls online.
I sling the library door open and power walk around the first floor, only realizing later that the section I’m looking for is in the basement. I take the stairs two at a time and jump down the last four. The echo of my feet slapping the floor dissipates before I can open the heavy soundproof door into the archives.
Checking my phone for the right shelf, I walk around the corner and down an aisle without looking. The plush carpet keeps my footsteps from making a sound, but a soft moan catches my attention.
Peeking up from my phone, I first spot the lower ass cheeks hanging out beneath a white miniskirt. Trained to catch the slightest glimpse, my eye locks onto the strip of gray disappearing between those thunder thighs.
Frozen in my tracks, I stare up the ladder as you hold a book in one hand and balance yourself against the bookshelf. I grin and slink back behind the end of the aisle, watching you read. I’m the luckiest guy in the world. Things like this always happen to me.
You gasp and I realize you’re rocking your hips. Now that the initial rush of blood has settled in my pants, I can see more clearly. The top of the ladder is shaped like the letter H with rounded hand rungs, one of which you must be grinding against to produce that siren’s song of moaning.
You flip the page with your thumb and rest your forehead against the cool, metal shelf. Your mouth hangs agape as you pant and the lids of your eyes hang heavy. Your boldness gets me rock hard in seconds, my zipper screaming in protest as it tries to contain my member.
You pick up the pace and bite your lower lip, resting your cheek against the shelf with your eyes closed. I shrink back behind the shelf. If you open your eyes, you could see me if you weren’t so distracted.
I watch your panties closely as you slide over the smooth rod of the hand rung. The ladder is glistening in the fluorescent light. I can see now that your panties aren’t gray, they’re white but completely drenched in your juices. As if on cue, a long drip runs down the ladder.
I look around as you continue to moan as if someone catching you is the last thing on your mind. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else in the basement. If there were, they’d have definitely heard you and come looking like me.
Another gasp and you throw your head back. I’m worried you might throw yourself off the ladder if you’re not careful, but you’ve got a death grip on the bookshelf. And possibly somewhere else, too.
Since no one else is here, I throw caution to the wind and whip out my cock. Just watching you has gotten me throbbing and leaking pre-cum. The tight zipper isn’t quite big enough of an opening for me, so my veins are swollen and rigid. My dickhead is purple with blood, shining with pre-cum. I don’t have anything to lube with or anything I plan to shoot my load into, but I still got my foreskin, and that means I’ve got all I need in a pinch. Though still not sure where my cum is going.
You keep humping the ladder at such a vigorous pace you might wear through your panties and slip your pussy over the handle directly. I match your pace and stroke myself as I kneel behind the shelf. I’m falling in love as we get off within feet of each other.
I keep watching you soak through your thong, still entranced by its undefined color in the lighting and under current circumstances. I’ve always been a bright neon guy, but you’re changing my mind.
You slam your hips against the shelf with a guttural groan. You drop your book and convulse over the handle. I peel my sheath back as far as I can to cum with you. As your book falls, squirt erupts from between your legs, spraying the books on the shelf in front of you and across the aisle. Your squirt runs down the ladder as fast as your book falls. I watch in slow motion, shooting ropes of cum onto the end cap, biting my lower lip, and squinting, holding back my own moan of pleasure.
The book hits the carpet with a muted thump, but it’s enough to pull you out of your reverie. You spasm and right yourself on the ladder, trying to settle yourself into an unsuspicious posture, though the dripping squirt on every surface around you, and the growing dark spot on the teal carpet.
I try to fall back out of sight, but my knee hits the shelf. I yelp as a tingle runs into my hip and down to my foot. I fall to the side as you turn toward me and our eyes lock as the library basement returns to utter silence. I lay there for a moment, my erect, dripping cock in my fist and cum smeared on my pant leg.
Your face glows bright red and you suck in a deep breath.
