1. In the Stacks


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

    powerless to stop it. Just as the two women left the washroom, Anne came hard. It was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. "Fuck!" she growled through clenched teeth. The orgasm was so intense she nearly fell off the toilet, and had to put her hands up against the walls of the stall to steady herself. When she came out of the stall, she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her face was all flushed from pleasuring herself. She wondered if people would know what she'd been doing. Would they think she was a bad girl for getting herself off in a public washroom? As she opened the door to leave, she thought of the pervert, casually walking away from the scene of his crime. In some weird way she thought he'd be proud of her. She decided that at this exact moment, she didn't care what anyone else thought. ---------- After that day, the library got really busy with students cramming for final exams. Anne was spending most of the day every day at the library looking out for the pervert, but he stopped coming. By the time school closed for Winter break, Anne decided the pervert's run was finished. Maybe he'd been caught, or maybe he'd ascended to new heights of perversion, and gluing the pages of library books together with his semen was no longer doing it for him.Whatever the reason, he seemed to be gone. For Christmas, Anne got the usual gift from her parents, a pile of books. By the time she returned to school, many of them carried her personal scent. She couldn't get the ...
    pervert out of her head. She knew he was just some weird guy with a weird fetish, but she missed him. Was that even possible, with someone who was pretty much a total stranger? She didn't think it was logical, but she couldn't deny it. When school started again, Anne returned to the library. Each day she would wander the stacks, thinking about the older man and his big hard cock. Each day, she would touch herself secretly, and leave her juices in one of the books, like a calling card for him to find. But for three weeks, there was no sign of the pervert. Anne became depressed, thinking the closest thing she'd ever had to a boyfriend had just vanished. It was the first week of February when he returned. She spotted him sitting in the cafe speaking with a woman not much older than herself - maybe a grad student. He may have been her professor. The grad student seemed focused on showing him something on her laptop, but Anne saw the way that the pervert's eyes wandered from the computer to the student's prominently sweatered chest. Under the table, hidden from the student's view but clear enough to Anne, she could make out a sizeable bulge in the man's pants. 'She doesn't even notice, the stupid cow,' Anne thought to herself. She wished it were her there with him. She'd give him what he clearly wanted... She stopped, and wondered at herself. Where had these thoughts come from? Usually, she'd be deep in anxiety imagining having to interact with this person. But... but... "But he's ...
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