Taking You in the Stacks Pt. 01

This was a fun experiment in taking control. I hope you enjoy part 1.

Special Thanks to Artgasim for taking the time to read my last draft of the story and offering helpful suggestions to refine the language and improve readability.

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It's late on a Friday at the university library. No one is around except for you, me, and the increasingly bored person sitting at the circulation desk.

You've been teasing me mercilessly all week. I've sat at this table every afternoon with my stack of books to work on my research project, and every day you make a point of asking me if I need any help. It's not the asking that is the problem. It's how you lean in when you ask, often pressing your full, soft breasts into my arm.

It's how you somehow manage to drop something in front of me at the same time every day, and how you bend at the waist to pick up your book, notepad, or pen; showing off your amazing ass and curvy calves in the process.

Today you've outdone yourself. The sundress you're wearing barely covers the tops of your thighs, and you've made a point of sashaying around in my line of sight to show off your legs in a pair of strappy sandals. We both know you are dressed to tease and not to study.

The final straw for me is when you approach me and innocently ask if I know what time it is while you lean forward to show off your cleavage. Not only is it obvious you are not wearing a bra, but I've seen you using your phone. You know perfectly well what time it is.

As you walk away you look me in the eye and drop a scrap of paper on the floor near where I'm sitting. Before I can pick it up, you've moved on, heading for the stacks in the back of the library.

I retrieve the folded piece of paper and open it. I read the five words you've written with a flourish: Take me in the stacks.

Normally, I'd think twice.

Normally, I'd never consider following a woman deep into the secluded rows of shelves in the dimly lit depths of the library.

Normally, I'd be concerned my presence might make you uncomfortable.

If not for the note, the thought to follow you would never have occurred to me.

But you did leave a note. You want me to follow you; to find you; alone and deep in the stacks.

So, I follow you

The journey takes me through several doors. For a moment I'm concerned that I've lost you. Then, I spy something pink on the handle of the last door.

As I approach the door I see someone had draped a pair of hot pink boyshorts on the handle. The lace material is minimal, and the patterns have an intricate, delicate design. I pocket the item and turn the handle, slowly pushing the door open.

You see me out of the corner of your eye as I approach, but pretend not to notice me as you carefully place a stool in front of a shelf and step onto it. You gracefully place your hand on the bookshelf for balance as you move to reach for a book on the top shelf.

The act of reaching pulls your dress up, completely exposing your bare ass. I'm shocked and pleasantly surprised. It is now obvious beyond a shadow of a doubt that you want me here. I know what to do.

The first time you acknowledge my presence is the small sigh that escapes your lips when you feel my hands on your waist.

"Do you need help getting down?' I ask with a smile in my voice.

You don't answer. Instead you carefully turn around on the stool to face me and lean forward. My large hands grip your waist and I lower you to the ground.

"I think you misplaced something back there," I say as I pull your panties from my pocket.

"These are yours, aren't they?" I inquire with a smirk.

You blush, and nod your head.

"I have one more question for you," my voice dips into a low growl. "Think carefully before you answer."

I look down, staring directly into your eyes.

"Do you want me to make you cum, right here in the stacks?" I whisper.

Your eyes go wide at the directness of my question, but you do not hesitate even a moment before nodding your head again.

In an instant, my hands are on your shoulders.

I spin you around, forcing you against the wall of books in front of you. You barely have time to brace yourself before my hands are underneath your short dress and reaching between your legs.

My fingers trace tiny circles along your inner thighs; teasing you as they move ever closer to your hot, dripping, pussy.

"Don't make a sound. Just enjoy this," I whisper into your ear as my right hand finds your pussy lips already wet and dripping in anticipation.

Three things now happen..

My teeth bite down on your neck.

My left hand cups your full breast through the thin material of your sundress.

The middle finger of my right hand penetrates your slick pussy and your legs almost buckle as your brain overloads with pleasure...

You feel your nipple harden beneath my palm. The only thought in your head is that you wish I'd pulled the dress down before grabbing your breast.

That thought is fleeting, as my lips on your neck now have your attention. I'm kissing up and down your neck, hitting all the right places. Occasionally, my teeth graze your skin and you feel my growl of need.

Soon, I find that special spot just beneath your ear that sends shocks of pleasure straight to your pussy.

My fingers collect more and more of your moisture as they slide in and out of your hot, tight, wet pussy with ease.

Your moans are music to my ears as I pull my fingers out, and spread your juices all over your lips and clit.

When I slip my fingers back into you I feel your pussy grip my fingers greedily.

You've never felt this ready to be fucked. You are hungry for my cock, so eager for whatever comes next.

What comes next is my thumb on your clit.

You lose all sense of time as waves of pleasure wash over your body.

My fingers begin to move inside you again. You feel them curl to rub that special spot inside your pussy, and your legs go weak. I'm holding you up with my left arm wrapped around your chest cupping and teasing your right breast; while the fingers of my right hand plunge deep into your pussy.

You are soooooo close to orgasm, any little thing could bring you over the edge.

You hear me growl next to your ear. "This is what you wanted. This is what you needed. Ask for my permission to cum. If you're a good girl I'll give it to you."

The pace I've set for fingering you is somehow just right. You feel your orgasm building. All you need is for me to keep touching you this way, and you'll explode on my hand.

"Just say the words. 'Please, may I cum?' and I will give you what you want." I remind you.

You feel my fingers change pace, and your orgasm begins to slip away. Your resolve slips, you need to cum NOW. You cry out begging me to let you cum.

"Good girl," is all I say as I continue with the rhythm you need to finish.

It doesn't take long from there. Soon you're panting, moaning, and groaning. Your orgasm is close, close, close, and....

THERE! You have to bite the back of your hand to keep from screaming when the orgasm hits you.

As your orgasm reaches its peak I hold my hand in place to allow you to grind on my fingers at your own pace, just the way you like it. You stretch out the delicious feeling for as long as possible before you collapse.

My hand slips away from your pussy and I grab you beneath the rib cage with both hands. Holding you. Pulling you back into a warm embrace.

As you come to your senses, I turn you to face me. Looking into your eyes, I ask, "Now, how do you want me to fuck you?"