I caught her masturbating
It was late on Friday night. I was on the seventh floor of
the library doing research for my thesis. The place was
deserted. The library isn't normally very well populated
on Friday night, but this was the Friday before Fall break.
As a result, the whole campus was empty - especially the
seventh floor of the library.
I was looking forward to a productive evening. With no distractions,
I could plow through several volumes of old journals. I
could read all those papers that I had been avoiding for
the past two months. Unfortunately, it didn't happen.
It was not more than 15 minutes after I stationed myself
four feet from the end of the 651.03358 isle before she arrived.
She was definitely an undergraduate - a freshman, maybe
a sophomore. She had beautiful black hair, a high forehead,
and small, sharp features. She was wearing a loose blouse
and a short skirt that just showed her knees as she walked.
I remember thinking that her clothes looked a little cool
for the season.
She glanced around briefly before settling down into the
study carrel three isles down from me. From where I was I
could see her in profile by peeping over the top of the bottom
row of books. I felt a little annoyed at her intrusion. I
glared at her as she took a small book out of her purse and
began to read. Perhaps she would go away soon.
Several minutes passed while I read the paper that was opened
before me. There was absolute silence at first. However,
after awhile I became aware of what sounded like faint panting
coming from her direction.
"Oh..., Oh..., Oh..."
When I looked up, ready to complain about the barely audible
noise, my eyes were greeted with the sight of this beautiful
woman masturbating! She had spread her legs under the carrel
and had slouched down into her chair. She held her paperback
with one hand while her other moved gently between her open
legs. I could see that she had pulled up her skirt, but from
my vantage point I couldn't tell much else.
"Oh..."
I didn't know what to do. If I moved, she would hear me and
the embarrassment would be unbearable. If I stayed, I'd
be intruding. I watched her hand move back and forth between
her legs. God, it was erotic! Suddenly, she sighed and shifted
her weight. She lifted her hand to turn a page and then slid
it back between her legs to resume its earlier motion.
I heard her breath deeply. She had her mouth open as she read,
panting slightly. Her hand stroked steadily. Her skirt
had lifted enough for me to see the beginning of her buttock.
I could see her muscles tense periodically. She was pointing
her toes.
Soon she was panting loudly. Her breath came in short gasps.
As she read her expression was intense. Her eyes and lips
were wet. Her cheeks were flushed. I could hear wet lapping
sounds that were in time with her strokes. Finally, she
put the book down and let her other hand fall between her
legs. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I could
hear the wetness very plainly.
"Ohhhh, " she moaned softly. One hand moved while the other
didn't. I wished that I could see what she was doing more
clearly. "Oh yesss. That feels good, " she whispered.
She opened her eyes and looked down toward her hands. She
smiled slightly. "fucking good."
She began to watch herself. She seemed to be fascinated
with the motion between her legs. Her masturbation began
to speed up. Although she was quieter than before, she had
an expression of intense concentration on her face. Both
of her hands began to move and a satisfied smile came across
her face. Her motions grew faster and more insistent.
Suddenly, her expression changed: Her eyes widened and
then closed. Her stroking slowed and deepened. Her head
fell forward onto her chest and she opened her mouth in a
silent scream. Her body quivered for several seconds and
then relaxed.
She had come.
I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I was aroused and
wanted some relief myself, but I wasn't sure what to do.
Unlike the beautiful woman before me, I was afraid to masturbate
right there on the seventh floor of the library. I was afraid
to move. I was afraid that, now that she was done, she'd get
up and find me watching her. I waited breathlessly.
After a short rest, she opened her eyes and started masturbating
again. "Good, " I thought, relieved that I didn't have
to do anything yet, "the show's not over."
She was only moving one hand, and her strokes looked short
and gentle. Nevertheless, they were very effective. She
gasped with each and after a few moments, she speeded up.
"Yes, " she hissed, closing her eyes, "Oh yesss." In less
than a minute of rapid stroking, her body shuddered as another
orgasm swept through her, stronger than before.
After a short rest, she opened her eyes and continued. As
before she masturbated slowly at first, but quickly built
up speed. She crashed into her third climax less than a minute
after her second. She softly groaned as she peaked. It was
a beautiful sight.
Afterward, she continued masturbating without any rest
at all. Her brow knitted in concentration and she bit her
lower lip. Her stroking was vigorous. In only a few seconds
she came again --- this time with a much loader moan.
"Unngghh!"
This orgasm lasted much longer than the others. It was obviously
the most intense one so far. For twenty or thirty seconds
I watched her shudder with pleasure. However, after her
initial moan she made no sounds except an occasional gasp.
When it was finally over, she sighed and, removing her hand
from between her legs, sat up in her chair. I tensed up. "Whew, "
I heard her say to herself as she straightened out her clothes
a bit. She took another deep breath and sat quietly in the
chair for a minute or so with her eyes closed.
I was thinking about very quietly getting up and sneaking
away when she picked up her little book and started reading
again. I shifted the journal in my lap a little and wondered
what would happen next.
After five minutes or so, her hand found its way back between
her legs. She casually played with herself as she read.
I could see that her face was flushed. She shifted in her
chair and, hiking up her skirt, she started masturbating
again in earnest. I swallowed hard and kept watching. All
thoughts of sneaking away were gone.
In a few minutes her breathing was coming in pants again.
She put down her book and, as before, started using two hands.
She hooked her feet around the legs of the chair. With one
hand she held up her skirt while the other stroked between
her legs. She shifted her position again... And then another
time. Finally with a snort of frustration she sat up straight.
She looked around briefly but she didn't see me sitting
behind an imposing rack of books. Then, to my amazement
she stood up and slipped her skirt down to her ankles! She
stepped out of the discarded cloth leaving herself naked
from her sneakers up to her shapely hips! Evidently she
hadn't worn any underwear.
She pushed back her chair and sat down on the floor in front
of the study carrel with her back against the wall. This
forced her to sit facing in my general direction. I could
see her face plainly right over the books. I sat absolutely
still praying that she wouldn't see me. She appeared to
have other concerns on her mind.
She spread her legs, lifted her knees, and began masturbating
much more brazenly than before. Her mouth hung open and
her eyes were closed. Her strokes were powerful and fast.
I could hear her wetness very plainly but I couldn't see
her genitals because the view was blocked by her upraised
thigh.
After only a couple of minutes she smiled. "Oh yeah, " she
said softly, "that's better." Seconds later, her body
tensed and she came with a long, low moaning croon followed
by a series of feminine grunts. It was her fifth climax of
the evening.
Immediately she continued stroking herself rapidly.
"Yess!" I heard her hiss through clenched teeth just before
exploding again.
"Unngghh..., " she moaned plainly. "Unnn. Unnn. Unnn..."
Very cautiously, I peered around the end of the isle. The
top of my head would be in her plain sight, but I just had to
get a better look what this woman was doing.
It was a wonderful sight. She had her feet placed flat on
the floor with her heels almost touching her buttocks.
Her knees were splayed wide apart giving me an excellent
view of her genitals. Her pubic hair was very black and formed
a thick triangle above her pussy. However, her labia were
shaved completely hairless.
She moved finger in a brisk circular motion over her clit.
"Oh yeah, " she whispered, "fuck me senseless." Her voice
was soft and beautiful, but thick with her arousal. Her
cunt was dark and glistening. "Oh fuck, yeah, " she groaned,
"ohhhh God... Make me come!!"
"UNNNGGGHHH!" she suddenly howled loudly as her body jolted
into its seventh and most powerful orgasm of the evening.
Her grunts of pleasure were no longer the discreet ones
that had characterized her earlier orgasms. Instead her
moans and groans could easily be heard all over the floor.
She was oblivious to her noise, however. Her eyes were tightly
shut and her face was drawn into a mask of ecstasy.
When it was finally over, she sat still for several moments
without even moving her hands. On her face was a faint smile
of satisfaction. I moved back to my hiding place and waited
anxiously for what would happen next.
"Oh yeah, " she sighed aloud as she stretched out her legs
straight in front of her. "That was what I needed for sure!"
After a few moments she stood up, pulled a cloth out of her
purse, and used it to wipe up her lubrication. Then she quickly
slipped her skirt back on and left.
"Whew, " I breathed in relief when I heard the door to the
elevator close, "that was intense."
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