The narrow aisles between the towering bookshelves in Wits University library. Late night. Silent study hum from the reading room. Lamp light filters through gaps. I lead Kabanga back here, heart thumping. Short dress rides up my thighs. No panties now, soaked from earlier tease.
I turn sharp. His tall frame slams into me. Chests press. Breaths mingle hot. Lips inches apart. His dark eyes wide, shy black student frozen. I smell his clean sweat. He stammers, backs off. But I see the bulge twitch in his jeans.
The Contact
At the ladder. Barefoot to avoid slips. Climb slow. Bend deep for the book. Cool air hits my bare ass, dripping slit. He stares up. Sees everything. My swollen lips part, juice gleaming. His hand trembles on the ladder. Touches my calf. Slides up.
Electric. Goosebumps. I gasp soft, stifle it. Thigh quivers. Fingers inch higher. Brush inner skin. I lean more, pussy winks at him. He grabs. No more shy. Bold now.
I slip deliberate. Tumble into his arms. Strong hands cup my ass cheeks. Squeeze firm. His cock pokes my belly, rock hard. We freeze. Footsteps echo distant in the stacks. Someone requests a book? Hold breath.
Faces close. Lips crash. Tongues tangle wet, hungry. Salty. I grind my bare cunt on his thigh. He kneads my tight butt, fingers dig. Dress hikes to waist. Exposed. Vulnerable. Thrill spikes. What if a student wheels by?
His fingers find my slit. Soaked. Sloppy wet. Two plunge in, curl. I bite his lip to muffle moan. Pussy clenches greedy. Pump slow, quiet squelch. Thumb grazes clit. Sparks. Legs shake.
The Indiscretion
My turn. Fumble his belt. Zipper rasps loud. Too loud. Heart hammers. Pull jeans, boxers down. Thick black cock springs free. Girthy, veiny. Pre-cum beads on purple head. Wrap fingers tight. Can’t close around. Stroke firm, skin slides silky over steel.
Guide it. Rub head on my folds. Tease entrance. Push back. He thrusts up. Stretches me wide. Inch by inch. Full. Balls deep. Gasps sync. Shelves creak under us. Wood groans soft. Parquet cracks faint under his shift.
Fuck slow at first. Hips roll. Pussy grips. Juices drip down thighs. His hands maul ass, spread cheeks. Risky slap echoes tiny. Faster now. Quiet grunts. My nails rake his neck. Clit grinds his pubes. Build. Tension coils.
Distant chair rolls. Wheels rumble. Freeze mid-thrust. Cock throbs inside. Pulse races. No one comes. Resume. Harder. Deeper. Sweat slicks skin. Breaths pant hot in ears. “Fuck my wet cunt,” I whisper dirty. He growls low, pounds.
Orgasm hits. Pussy spasms. Milk him. He swells, erupts. Hot jets flood me. Stifled cries. Bite shoulder. Cum leaks out as he softens.
Pull apart. Quick fix. Dress down. Jeans zipped. Hearts pound wild. Slip back to counter. He follows slow. No one glances. Study lamps glow steady. Secret safe. But that thrill lingers. Adrenaline buzz. We share sly look. Neighborhood of scholars sleeps unaware. Our dirty deed done.