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The Bookstore...
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The Bookstore... Walking through the bookstore, she pauses to take note of some of the new clothing additions. Itʼs been a while since sheʼs been in there and she tries to get a feel for the new layout. She heads over to the general book section and searches the titles for the book she needs. Noting its absence, she decides to try the textbook section and walks towards the back of the store. 3 weeks into the semester, this section of the bookstore is fairly empty. She starts walking down the aisles finding herself in the furthest corner of the bookstore engrossed in all of the titles along the shelves. Absentmindedly she turns the corner and walks straight into him. Startled, she stammers, “Iʼm so sorry, I was...” Looking up, she immediately recognizes him from his pictures. “Bella?” He questions, even though he already knows the answer. He steps back, not sure what to say or do, and they both stand there in silence for what feels like an eternity. Laughing, he says, “Sorry, I just never imagined turning a corner and finding you here on campus.” He looks at the books in her hand and asks, “Are you taking classes this semester?” Smiling, she looks down at her pile of books, grateful for the icebreaker. “No,” She laughs, “Iʼm teaching a workshop.” She looks at him, taking in every inch of him. He already seems so familiar from their conversations and the pictures, but she finds herself at a loss. “I should pay for these,” she motions, as she shifts the stack of books from one arm to the other. “Of course,” he reaches out to help her, “let me carry those for you.” His hand grazes hers as she reluctantly releases the books sheʼs been cradling. He carefully places the stack on the shelf behind him and wraps her in his arms before she can protest. No longer able to resist his instincts, he pulls her tightly against him and kisses her lips. “God, Iʼve been imagining that forever,” he whispers. Lost in his kiss, she presses her body to his, forgetting where she is and why she is there. Caught in the depth of his eyes, she gives in to the moment and kisses him back deeply. Her fingers interlace around the back of his neck as the kiss deepens and she feels their bodies melding into each other. The intensity and the passion that have been mere words on a screen are now coming to life before her and her body is screaming with passion. He pushes her against the endcap of the book shelves, pressing hard against her body, letting her feel the effect she is having on him. His hands quickly slide along the seam of her skirt, tugging gently until he reaches the hem. His hand slides beneath her skirt, trailing up her thigh, slowly moving inward as she shifts her body weight. His fingers lightly graze her inner thigh and he feels the heat emanating from her core. Carefully he draws his fingers along her panties, feeling the moisture that is building, then suddenly he removes his hand and releases her. Standing there dumbfounded, she watches as he picks up her books and starts walking towards the registers. She hesitates, then follows him unsure of what comes next. Passing a mirrored post she glances at herself and notices the flushed look upon her face. Trying to collect herself, she walks up to the register where he has placed her books and digs into her purse for her credit card. Her eyes constantly dart to where he is standing, a questioning look on her face as she tries to figure out what just happened. Silently, she finishes her transaction and reaches for her bags just as he does. He smiles coyly and takes the bags, softly saying, “Lead the way.” She walks on ahead, aiming for her car in the covered lot. Once they have cleared the bookstore, she stops and turns to look at him. “What was that?” He chuckles, “What was what?” Smiling, he blows a kiss at her and repeats, “Lead the way.” Watching her as she turns and continues into the parking structure, he follows closely behind as they get on the elevator. “That was a taste,” he says teasingly. “A taste?” She asks. “And just how fair is that?” She demands, turning on him as the elevator moves to the fifth floor. She turns to get out and heads for her car, wondering how wise this is. Feeling his presence so close behind, she realizes that itʼs too late to rethink her actions as her car is the only one on this floor. She walks straight over to her Lexus and unlocks the hatch, taking the bags from his hand and placing them in the back. “Nice car,” He whispers, “but do you know, how dangerous it is to park up here all by yourself?” He watches as she closes the hatch and follows her to the driverʼs side. Pressing against her from behind, he leans into her ear and whispers, “A lot can happen up here, you know?” He uses his body weight to pin her against her door, feeling her whole body tense. Slowly, he drags his hands up along her thighs, over her hips, along her rib cage, and then pauses as he drops his hands down, grabbing hers. Firmly he pulls her arms above her head, gripping both of her wrists in one of his hands. He drops his other hand and resumes his exploration of her body, all the while whispering softly into her ear. Her whole body tenses in response to his actions. Her mind races, wondering if this was a mistake. She gasps as he grips her wrists tightly and presses his body against hers. Moaning softly, she whispers, “oh, god, Baby, please.” Not fully certain what sheʼs pleading for, her body reacts and responds to his every move. Feeling his hard cock pressed against her ass, she leans her head back as she arches her hips to press back against him. “Please, what, Baby?” He taunts her as her hips drive back into him making him even harder. He slides his hand back down to her skirt, tugging up on it until it is resting on her waist. Her ass now exposed as he admires the<b> lacy </font></b>thong that rests between her cheeks. He lightly runs his palm over her bare skin, moaning into her ear. “God, you feel so good.” Letting his fingers play beneath the lace, he carefully tugs it aside. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers, letting her feel his hardness against her bare cheek, separated only by the denim of his jeans. Her pulse racing and heart pounding she softly utters her desire. “Please, take me. I need to feel your cock inside me.” Her hips roll slowly against him to emphasize her words. Her whole body is lit on fire as his touch becomes more deliberate. Her moans softly filling the space between them. Her hands tug against his hold as she feels his grip tighten. She listens intently as she hears the muffled snap of his button being undone, then the quiet grind of the metal zipper being pulled down. Her breath catches in her throat as she whispers, “yesss.... Baby, you know what I need.” His pulsing cock throbs as her words drive him on. Swiftly he releases the turgid shaft, feeling it spring from his jeans already solid and ready. He presses himself between her thighs, grazing her wet slit, coating his smooth cock with her juices. “Are you ready,” he moans in her ear. Her whimpers a clear enough answer. Taking his steeled shaft in his hand, he presses it firmly against her wet opening, feeling her tremble. Slowly, he pushes into her, filling her wet cavern. Giving her every inch of his cock until he is pressed all the way into her. Her body tightens in response to his every action. Her heated walls wrap tight around his solid shaft. “Oh yes,” She gasps as she feels the very last inch of his cock enter her. Her muscles tighten and release around him as he slowly begins to move rhythmically in and out of her tight pussy. Pushing back against him as he thrusts into her, her body demands more. “Fuck me harder,” she whispers to emphasize her desires. He increases his speed and tenor, thrusting his cock harder and faster as she moves her hips in time with his. Hearing her moans and whimpers, he senses her bodyʼs crescendo. He slows his rhythm slightly then picks up his pace again, driving her wild. Her soft sounds urging him on. Leaning in to her, he teases, “I donʼt think you are ready.” She arches her hips, tugging harder against his grip. “Oh god, Baby...” Her words barely a whisper, yet filled with passion. Releasing a sudden groan as she feels his fingers drop to her clit, slowly circling her taut button. Her whimpers escalating as he plays with her pulsing clit while thrusting harder and faster. Grunting quietly with every thrust, he tugs and pinches her clit. Gauging by her reaction how close he is driving her as his own body nears that edge of passion. The intensity between them reaching ultimate heights as they both cry out. His cock tenses and throbs deep inside her warmth just before exploding and filling her with his essence. Her body pushing against him at the same moment as her juices cover his cock, both of them driving through their orgasms. Bodies trembling and shuddering as they struggle to regain their breathing. He pushes against her, releasing her wrists, his lips seeking hers. She presses back against him, sighing as their lips meet, murmuring, “Damn....” |
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I'll admit.. I got really wet while writing this.. but I wrote it on a word document and then copy/pasted, wolfin... Still makes me wet when I read it.. mmmmm
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8/9/2012 6:47 pm |
I really hope you scanned this in, if not you must be as wet as a waterfall by now 
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