The university library is vast. It’s grown organically over the years, now stretching over several floors, with interconnected rooms and dark passages, some seldom visited. This makes it perfect for what we have planned… We meet at the front desk as arranged, eye contact made, no words exchanged. You’re dressed modestly, with your shoulder length hair twisted up into a little topknot, but your eyes sparkle with mischief. You follow me across the main library, and into the reference section. I open a door at the back of the room and gesture for you to enter. I follow you through the door and gently close it behind me. ‘Forward’ you hear me say. My voice is deep and authoritative. You walk down the passage and up a small flight of stairs. I follow behind, appreciating your scent, the sway of your hips, the way in which your skirt rustles against your body. We’ve spoken online, exchanged some photos, chatted and teased but your physical presence has my heart racing and an uncomfortable bulge developing in my jeans. You reach the top of the stairs and find yourself in a dimly lit room, high above the main library, with a view of main library space through small, unglazed windows. You sense my closeness behind you, feel the warmth of my body and hear my breathing. A moment passes, whilst I appreciate your closeness, then you feel my lips on the back of your neck. My warm fingers slide your top from your shoulders. My lips follow, kissing, licking and teasing the exposed skin. One hand slides up to your topknot, fingers entwining themselves into your hair, pulling your head forward so more of your neck is exposed to my lips, kissing and pulling at your skin, teeth scraping and nibbling gently. You press backwards against me, feeling my hardness pressing against you, straining at my jeans and nestling between your buttocks. My free hand reaches beneath your top, fingers running up your spine to quickly unhook your bra, then around to the front to release a breast from it’s support, hand supporting then fingers closing around your nipple to tease and tweak into full hardness. It’s soon joined by the other hand on your other breast, releasing and supporting, fingertips pinching your nipples as my lips roam your neck and shoulders and your bum grinds against my hardness. After all the anticipation of our meeting, I’m not going to be able to take much of that without losing control. My hands slide to your sides and I spin you about, pressing you against the wall. You can hear the subdued sounds of the other people in the library as my lips find yours, kissing you deeply. One hand is back to your breast, pulling you and tweaking your delicious, sensitive, hard nipple as the other slides up your back and again entangles itself in your hair, pulling your head back so I can kiss your neck, holding and controlling you as I explore your body. My free hand lifts your top so I can get my mouth to your breasts, nibbling and teasing your nipples, pulling with my lips and teeth. Enjoying your little cries of pleasure as my teeth scrape across your sensitive flesh. My hands slide to your sides, your hips then your thighs. I drop to my knees and slowly raise your skirt, my lips kissing my way up your thigh. I stop for a moment to admire the sight of the vertical, damp, line in your underwear, before applying my tongue, teasing you through the thin material, hands on your bum to control you as I revel in the taste and smell of your excitement. Your hands find the back of my head and you pull me towards you to increase the pressure as my tongue slides over you. The wetness and heat coming through your underwear is SO sexy, but I need more. I slide your underwear aside to expose you to me completely and run the tip of my tongue down your soaking crease. I slowly tease you with my tongue, catching every last little drop of wetness and swallowing greedily as your delicious muskiness coats my lips and tongue. My fingers join my tongue, sliding inside you as my tongue flicks and teases your clit. I look up at your and see your chest heaving, breath coming in short bursts, as your excitement builds and you struggle to contain the noise. I get to my feet again, kissing you, so we can both taste your excitement, then step back slightly so your hands can reach between us. You undo my belt, then the buttons on my jeans, sliding my them and my underwear to the floor. My cock springs free and your fingertips trace over the tip, bringing my pre-cum to your lips to taste. You reach down, and guide me towards you, the tip of my cock rubbing over your clit and our juices mingling. I run myself over you, opening your most intimate place to me. A moment’s resistance and then I’m inside you. Sliding deep into you in a single smooth movement. A cry escapes your lips as you stretch around me and we both pause and look into each other’s eyes for a moment. We can’t wait any longer. The chats online, all the teasing, all the build-up, all the foreplay has lead to this moment. You hold my gaze and speak for the first time… “Fuck me” I start moving within you. Slowly at first, then building speed. Faster… harder… Breath getting faster, heartbeats pounding, we move together with pure animal lust. Mouths locked together, hands roaming, bodies moving as one. The background noises of the library lost to us as we enjoy each other in our attic hideaway, hidden in plain sight. It can’t last. The buildup has been too long, too protracted. We both crave release. You hold me close, hands on my bum, your internal muscles squeezing and releasing, faster and faster as you reach your peak. I feel your orgasm as your muscles tighten around me and your wetness becomes a torrent and this triggers mine, filling you with wave after wave of my cum. We cling together as the sensations subside. Breathing into each other’s necks. Waiting for our pulse rates to slow, catching our breath. Regaining control. Kissing gently as we come down from that high. We’ve enjoyed an experience long in the planning and quick in the execution. We straighten our clothing and discretely leave the anteroom, no more words required. (Until the next adventure, of course).