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.
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