Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 20:12:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Karen Brown <ksb.196800@yahoo.com>
Subject: Library

This story is based on a tiny bit of truth. The very first part--the mutual
admiration (possibly imagined on my part) between myself and a younger coed
in a university library--did actually happen. Did she come on to me? I
don't know, but I will always regret not responding to her initial
expression of interest. Due to fear, mainly, and not wanting to be labeled
in any way. However, that maybe 20 minutes of flirting has kept me
fantasizing for many months!


It was hard to figure what was happening, here, I was thoroughly shocked by
what I had just seen and felt my face grow hot. I stared at the paper I was
reviewing at the library table and didn't dare look up. What had happened
seemed like something out of a soft porn book or R rated movie with Michael
Douglas and Sharon Stone...you know, the interrogation scene. I had been
working intently for about an hour and was only vaguely aware that a pretty
young 20-something dark-haired woman had sat down at the table across from
me. She had smiled warmly as she sat down and put her hair behind her ear,
and I casually admired her flowery summer dress and tanned shoulders. The
next time I looked up, she had a notebook open next to what looked like a
college textbook and was intently taking notes. Her brown eyes darted up
suddenly and caught mine, but I quickly looked away at several other points
in the expansive room, anything to look as if I wasn't staring too much,
you know the usual mode of stranger interaction-avoidance. She was pretty,
full lips, nice jaw line, high cheekbones, a natural beauty, although she
looked wholesome and down to earth; she must have had at least a few guys
at her feet in her past.

The shock I received happened the next time I looked up, after making a
half-page of comments on a technically flawed section of the report. The
chair across from her had been pushed aside and I could see straight across
and under her table where her legs were spread apart at about a 45 degree
angle and her dress was bunched up around her thighs to reveal pink lips
and open vagina, like two slices of a ripe peach, framed by black pubic
hair. She was looking down still, and just when she looked up, that's when
I turned back down, my heart racing in a false fight-or-flight response, my
throat suddenly seeming dry. I felt sudden panic that overwhelmed a
fleeting but very real thrill of sexual charge, as I always imagined, many
people feel when they encounter a forbidden view of a particularly stunning
sexual imagery. My god, what was this woman thinking, was she that
clueless?...was she mentally unstable...a flasher...or was she a lesbian
coming on to me like a sack of potatoes!? I looked down for a minute again,
hoping this woman would not realize I spotted her and hopefully go away,
but I also found myself almost hoping I could steal another peak. With
peripheral vision that others typically can't seem to sense, I could see
her face was slightly down.  I cautiously glanced up again and but she was
looking up right into my eyes. I glanced back down again and heard her
clear her voice. I looked up just to see her legs close slightly as the
palm of her hand rode up over her pussy and her fingers seemed to briefly
rub her vaginal lips. I sternly looked back down shaking my head, afraid
and also feeling somewhat violated, now that it was apparent she had
crossed the line here was kind of pushing herself on me. At the same time,
however, this obscene gesture had my pussy vibrating and I could feel my
nipples harden the way they always do when I'm turned on.

Suddenly she got up, slowly, while I futily tried to focus on the
paper. She stopped and stood next to me. I had to look up at her, and of
course her pretty dress was back down to below her knees. She was smiling
and holding a pack of trident whispered,

"Excuse me, would you like a piece of gum?", she said in a sweet but sexy
voice.

 I looked up, my heart racing, not knowing how to respond to this bizarre
gesture, but said, "Sure, thanks". She pulled out a stick, opened it and
put it toward my mouth. As I went to grab it, she pulled it away with a
smirk and moved it toward my lips. I looked over to see if the older woman
in a nearby table was watching but she had looked back down to her book. I
haltingly allowed her to move it to my mouth and cautiously took it in, but
her hand lingered near my nose and I could take in her smell...like the
smell of my own excited pussy, I noted, only slightly different, maybe
alittle perfume.

"Hi, my name's Karen," she finally said, in a near whisper.

"Hi, I'm Brenda" I said, shaking her hand. I had about 20 yrs on her, but I
was nothing to sneeze at either. I have curly blondish brown hair, shoulder
length, and fit as always. I am 5'9 and thin, but have always had a nice
butt, as some have said. Not much up top, but my breasts are perky and
sensitive. And cute/sexy as some have said, with naturally full lips and
big brown eyes. She held it alittle longer than I felt comfortable before I
pulled it away.

"This is a great library to work in, isn't it?" she said .  "Yeah, it's
nice and quiet", I replied, trying to be more casual yet still matter of
fact and somehow business like.

Then she said, "Ahh, I see you are reviewing a paper. Can I show you this
really great book I found last week during a study break?".  I looked at my
watch, God I was so nervous I could hardly breathe, yet didn't want to seem
rude to this woman, but at the same time I was petrified. Was she coming on
to me big time or just being friendly??

Not knowing what to do, but not wanting to hurt her feelings, I said, "Uh,
I guess, but I've got to get back to this and try to finish before
closing."

She walked ahead of me and went to the back of the stacks, between the
aisles books labeled "romance" and "Science fiction". A waft of sweet,
clean smell drifted back to me...no overpowering perfume, but a nice clean
smell and maybe a hint of pussy.  At the end of the aisle almost to the end
of the library she stopped and pulled out a book. A chair blocked the end
of the aisle. As she opened it up, she looked into my eyes as I stared at
the page in shock. There was an impressionist-type rendering of a woman
bent over a table, her Victorian style dress pulled up around her waist,
with another woman kneeling behind her, her mouth buried between the
other's buttocks, a look of rapture on both woman's faces. My breathing was
shallow and I felt weak at the knees. Before I knew what was happening, she
moved her hand up to my face, brushed away the long blonde curls that
framed my face and moved her face toward mine. I let her lips touch my
cheek and kiss it, then she proceeded to plant kisses back long my cheek
bone, my ear, I could feel her hot breath against my ear, as she whispered,

"Do you like it?" and I felt myself melting. Yet at the same time I was
frozen in fear and couldn't catch my breath. Her soft lips and face on my
neck were electric, as she whispered, "You are so beautiful I can't help
myself, I'm sorry". With those kind words I acquiesced and turned my body
to allow her access to my lips. Her soft, smooth, sweet skin felt strange
with a kiss of this intimacy. She kissed them and began licking them
gently. I opened them slightly while not really responding, then felt her
tongue dipping in gradually deeper into my mouth. Finally I responded with
a mild pucker, then stronger and stronger kisses in response. I felt her
tongue licking my teeth and I tried to be as passive as I could without
seeming to reject her. She then grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me
full on. This time she had me pinned against the stacks, her smallish
breasts squashed into my fuller breasts. I could smell her breath, (or was
it mine?), her sweet skin, her shampoo, and of course the gum in her
mouth. Our quiet but urgent sounds of sounds of lips smacking, tongues
slipping, and heavier breathing belied the stoic setting of the stacks. Her
hands now were rubbing my back, sides, my breasts. Now I was responding
too, I haltingly brushed her breasts as my tongue now danced with hers, and
I felt her hands grab mine and push them onto her breasts.

"Oh god, Karen, I have a husband". I said. She replied, "Trust me, he'll
never know, this is our secret, hon". And I felt her hand down between my
legs, rubbing against my slacks, probably feeling the moisture there by
now, and her fingers wondered back between my legs to my ass crack,
scratching on the denim and back up over my pussy.

"That's as close as I'll get now with you", she said, but then pulled away,
turned around, pulled up her dress around her waist to reveal an incredibly
beautiful full, toned ass. She reached back around to grab my hands, then
put them against her skin, on her ass. The skin felt so soft and warm and
nice and sexy. I couldn't help but feel it, to rub it all around. I was on
remote, like an animal unable to resist this beautiful, erotic body. Two
females in heat, I thought to myself as she turned her neck and face to
reach my lips. Her hand pulled mine down under to her heat, to her sex. I
felt it now, it was hot and wet and soft and hairy. I couldn't see it from
this angle but it lingered in my memory from under the table. The coarse
hairs were made softer by the sticky wetness and I felt her mons pubis
press against my hand. I dipped my fingers into her vagina as we french
kissed and moaned into each others' mouths.

"Oh, yeah, touch my pussy", she whispered. I found her clit briefly, gently
and felt her breath intake sharply. "Oh god you turn me on, Brenda".

I said "You turn me on too. But we shouldn't be doing this in here, someone
might come".

 "Trust me, no one is around, don't worry honey." She was right, this was
so remote, and you could hear people walking down the aisles a mile
away. Suddenly, she bent over and left me staring at her ass and vagina
from behind, the fingers of her right hand dipping into her pussy, then
sliding over her anal area. My god, this was as erotic and dirty and kinky
as it gets, I thought. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down behind her to
my knees, my face inches from her beautiful ass.

"Oh god, Brenda, please kiss me back there, kiss me anywhere, please", she
moaned in a whisper. I held those white beautiful globes and kissed them,
this was model material I thought, and if Vanessa can do it, so can I. I
licked along the top of her crack and worked my way down to the side of her
anus, over the black hairs that framed it. Then I licked the other side,
getting a faint odor of sex and ass, as I do from my fingers sometimes
after checking my hygiene after wiping. There is something bluntly and
obscenely erotic about the anus and anal sex and until now had never done
anything like this with my husband. Maybe because his ass was so freaking
hairy that I feared leftover dingle berries and that thought was enough to
turn me off for good. No, her skin was so smooth and her anus was so clean
and pretty and slightly puckered. I licked closer to the anus and it
responded with a pucker and I could feel her ass bucking slightly, moving
to meet my mouth. I still couldn't get myself to lick in there directly,
but then felt her hands on my face, guiding my lips and tongue against her
asshole.

"Ohhhh", she moaned as her voice wavered. Obviously this was a huge turn on
for her and that inspired me further. I licked up and down and all around
her sphincter, "My gosh", she said, then I pointed my tongue at it and
dipped it in as I felt her push back against me. Next I pushed further,
past that tight muscle band until I felt her cheeks on my cheeks and my
tongue was all the way inside. "Oh", she said, "oh", then, "oh", over and
over as I rimmed her and fingered her pussy. Here I was eating this
beautiful woman, a lesbian for all I knew, and pleasuring her back side and
vagina. And I haven't even bared flesh for her. Her breathing quickened and
I heard her voiced moans go higher and higher, while I licked and sucked
and fingered her clit until all at once I felt her tense up and gurgle with
ecstacy, then go weak against me, her pussy leaked juices and she came down
on the floor between my legs, breathing heavy. By this point I was so
turned on and horny and oblivious to the situation that I slipped out of my
clogs, pulled down my jeans and panties to reveal my light brown bush to
her face. She smiled weakly but eagerly by grabbing my ass and pushing her
face against my sex, rubbing all over my pubes and labia, licking. Then she
brought her middle finger up and she licked it and stuck it in her mouth as
she stared into my eyes. As she pulled it out, wet with spit, then brought
it around to my ass, and I could feel her fingers rubbing against my anus.

"Oh, yeah", I moaned, it felt so dirty and erotic and pleasurable, feeling
her fingers touch me back there as she looked in my eyes. Where only I am
supposed to touch, where my most private dirty-but-strangely erotic purging
routine occurs every morning after coffee. As she licked and sucked along
my lips and brushed her tongue against my clit, I feel her middle finger
tip against my asshole.

"Do you want this, Brenda?" she said, coming up for air.

"Do I want what?" I asked.

"You know what I'm getting at, you dirty girl", she said
wryly. "Do... you...want me to slide my finger...my middle...finger...up
...inside...your ...asshole?".

"Oh, god, yes", I whispered, even before she had finished, "Yes, oh please
do it...stick it in ...there," and she did. She pushed her finger into my
ass, her first then second knuckles sliding in, then wiggled, then
proceeded to lick all around her finger as it went in and out of my rectum,
probably pulling out traces of ass juice I thought, maybe even fecal
material, but that made it all the more erotic and sensual and I could tell
that we were on the same wavelength here. All the way in, her last knuckles
nestled against my anus, I could feel her finger against my vaginal wall
and it felt absolutely wonderful. She pulled it out and, looking into my
eyes, held it up to her nose and sniffed it.

"I'm smelling your most private place now, Brenda". That means you are
mine", then she grabbed my waist and turned me around. Then as she held my
ass cheeks apart to completely expose my anus, she licked and poked my butt
hole repeatedly with her tongue, (my god, this felt so good, like a soft
bowel movement but with so much pleasure and eroticism) then alternately
with her thumb, then finger, then tongue again, all the while I pushed back
against her and fingered my own pussy, my clit, while one arm leaned
against the chair. I was closer than I have ever had been to orgasm with
another person. The sensations of her lips and fingers, my fingers, her
hair and breath against my ass, all together culminated in a crescendo of
pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhhh" I moaned finally. Oh God, oh gosh, oh Karen, I really like
you!" I know it sounded so sophomoric, but I was suddenly smitten with this
girl and lover.

I'd be glad to get any feedback! Ksb.196800@yahoo.com