1. In the Stacks


    Date: 6/10/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    the amount of social interaction necessary, the nerves kicked in and made it impossible. The Clinton State Library was Anne's absolute favourite place in the world (apart from her bedroom at home, of course). She could sit and read for hours. It was quiet, but there were also people around - people that she didn't have to interact with, but could still feel a sense of belonging or community with. Library people were her kind of people: Quiet, respectful, safe. Anne had found a fairly secluded spot amongst the library stacks, in a little-visited section on the 3rd floor. She was bent over a copy of the novel Vanity Fair, but her mind was wandering from Becky Sharpe to her own issues. Almost 22, almost a graduate, but still a virgin. Most normal women had had sex by now. Lots of sex. Some of them were even married, planning families. But not Anne. As much as Anne wanted to be alone most of the time, she also felt lonely. She worried about never finding someone, getting old alone, dying alone, and never knowing the feeling of a man. Having totally lost her concentration on reading, Anne decided to close the book and maybe get a cup of tea from the shop on the main floor. She packed her things in her knapsack and began navigating through the rows of books towards the stairs. She came around the corner of the aisle marked SZ 532-581 and stopped. Most of the way at the end of the aisle was a middle-aged man in a blue polo shirt and grey slacks. What caused her to stop in her ...
    tracks was what the man was doing. He had his penis out through the fly in his pants and was stroking it enthusiastically with his right hand over an open book that he held in his left. Before he caught sight of Anne, she quickly slipped around the corner. Her nerves had gone into overdrive, and she felt like she was going to have a panic-attack. What the hell was that pervert doing? It was disgusting. Someone should do something. Anne's first impulse was to go in search of a security guard and alert them to the guy jerking off into the books. She walked a few steps, but then stopped again. What if they didn't believe her? What if he finished and got away before she got back? What if they laughed at her story? The nervousness took hold of her again and paralyzed her. There was also something else under the nervousness, too. Another feeling... curiosity? Anne had never actually seen a real penis in real life before - well, there was once with her father when she was younger and accidentally walked in on him peeing in the toilet, but it hadn't been all big and hard like this guy's. She didn't know if she'd actually get the chance to see another one, with the way her life had been going. Cautiously Anne crept back to the aisle and peered around the corner of the shelves. He was still there, still going at it. She got a better look at him. He was slender, tanned, with dark hair just starting to grey. She estimated that he was in his early 40s. He had a neatly trimmed goatee beard on ...
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