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Classic Literature, according to the sign above his head.

I was in Horror, peeking at him through the shelf after having pulled out a couple of books to aid my view.

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He put a hand in my hair, helping to guide my head up and down on him, applying a little pressure to tell me when to speed up.

He tasted so good, and I really wanted to feel him come in my mouth, to feel him running over my tongue. My clit was dying for some attention, so I reached down between my legs as I sucked him, putting my hand up under my skirt and inside my knickers. I sank two of my fingers into myself, thrusting them in and out as fast as I could.

Nothing overlooked the library so no one would see us though it.

I kissed him, kneeling between his legs as my hands undid his trousers, first the clasp at the top and then the zip.

As soon as the words left my mouth I felt embarrassed.

Now I knew how Frances felt in when she carried a watermelon."Are you carrying them around for someone else? He'd obviously seen me, when I thought I was being so covert. I was in trouble."I'm Mark, by the way." He held out his hand and I took it.

It was a simple armless one, with a plain blue seat and back covering, like the rest of the chairs I'd seen elsewhere in the library."Why don't you sit down and I'll help you out with this?

" I said, motioning Mark toward the chair and squeezing him through his trousers.

I felt myself getting damp between my thighs, partly at the way Mark himself made me feel, and partly at the possibility of us being disturbed. I figured I had nothing to lose except my own inhibitions, so I touched him through his trousers, running my fingers over the outline of his impressive bulge.

I guessed Mark felt it too, as I could clearly feel his erection through his trousers. He pulled away from me for a moment, looking down at it and then back at me. He let me rub my hand up and down the length of it, and I could feel the heat through his clothes.

I let out a sound of excitement as our mouths explored each other, our lips pressed against each other's and out tongues moving together, though I kept one eye on the walkway above in case anyone spotted us. "I've been here before, just looking at the music scores, and no one ever comes down here.""Except you? "And I'm already here."I wondered if he'd brought other women here, but soon let the thought go. I remembered something I'd seen on the Internet about women wanting to be manhandled and that they'd soon say if the man was being too rough.

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