"The Attic"( MF cons ) Her eyes met his for a brief second then flitted away. The silence of the huge library was alluring. The hour was late and there were only a few minglers, last minute patrons checking out books for term papers and stragglers reading the last paragraphs of their papers. Tonight was the night. She was staying later and he was closing. Nobody would be there un'til morning again and tonight was the night that they would explore the attic. The attic. The thought of being alone in the attic with him sent shivers of excitement down her spine. Tonight it would finally happen, her dream would be reality. She'd told him about the dream a few times over the phone, she'd listened to him come as her own words became nothing more than gasps of climax and long sighs of sweet resolution. He'd offered to make her fantasy a reality. To rendezvous together. They were virtual strangers. That was even more exciting. Her mind drifted to the dream: They were alone finally. Everyone had left and the library was more quiet than ever. A small enigmatic smile played on her lips. He met her on the winding stairs that lead to the attic, gently taking her hand. Their fingers twined together. The gentle swish of her skirt twirled around her ankles. He looked at her and her breasts tightened under her blouse, the top three buttons were opened. The shoulder of her blouse fell slightly off, revealing the spaghetti strap of her camisole. Her breasts swelled into his hand when he cupped one then the other and teased her lips with a light kiss. The turn of the lock simultaneously flashed with the desire in her eyes. She kissed him, her tongue played against his lips and he opened his mouth, taking her tongue into an erotic play with his. He turned the door knob and lead her into the attic. It was barely lit but she could see where he was leading her. To a corner, near the literature section. She could see a blanket and candles spread out. The moon shown through the round window over the blanket, casting a silvery light across her body. His fingers released the zipper of her skirt and it slithered to the floor with a silk whisper. The smooth pads of his thumbs traced a line across her velvety skin above her naval. She touched the line of his jaw with her lips, grazing them across the slight five o clock shadow. Her fingers moved down the buttons on his shirt, opening them one by one. Her mouth blazed a hot trail down his chest, circling his nipples with her tongue. He tugged her back to him, his mouth sought hers fervently. Her blouse slipped uncaringly onto the floor into a puddle of silk with her skirt and panties. Only the camisole remained. Languorously he slid each strap down revealing her breasts to the muggy air. She arched toward him when his mouth found her puckered nipple. Tiny whimpers of ecstasy came from her throat. She was wet under his gentle touch. He laid her down on the blanket and tenderly nudged open her thighs. She drew in a sharp breath when his tongue met her wet throbbing clit. "Oh" she gasped breathlessly under his ministrations. He put his fingers in her and she arched at the invasion, pulling them deeper within. He withdrew them and covered her breasts with her own salty juice, he licked it off and saw the excitement light in her eyes. She felt him put his tongue against her clit and tiny shudders of pleasure wound her tightly, her muscles clenched as she came fast and hard, sucking her throbbing clit with his teeth and mouth.. She unbuttoned his jeans, sitting on her knees above him. He helped her pull them off. An O of appreciation and awe formed on her rosebud mouth when she saw his erection. He watched as she leaned over and took the tip of his cock in her mouth, sucking him tentatively at first. An animal like sound, between a growl and a groan escaped from him. She wondered if he was in agony like she had been when he'd been licking her and sucking her, torturing her. She didn't stop. His hands wound through her hair pulling her mouth further onto him. Her mouth opened wider and she took more of him in, as much as she could. He exploded warm cum in her mouth and over her lips, she pulled away licking it from her lips like a lazy kitten who'd gotten the last of the sweet cream. He grasped her arms and pulled her over his stomach her knees on either side of him. Her swollen lips pressed wetly into his stomach. She could feel his erection begin to rise again, pressing into her backside. She slid backwards 'til the tip teased her clit, un'til he could see what it was doing. It was a like a game of peek-a-boo, with her clit and his cock. He instructed her to get on her knees and wrap her tight velvety warmth around him. She complied willingly, getting up and then sinking onto his cock. Rocking back and forth. His hips willing his cock to reach all of her spots. He felt her start to stiffen, so pulled back. Not letting her come, not yet. She whimpered pressing herself against him to take back what he'd stolen moments earlier. "Please. Oh please," she moaned.. "So polite," he smiled wickedly. "Please what..?" "Please." "Say it for me love. Please what?" he caressed her face. "You fiend," she whispered. " Let me come." "What?" he asked. "Please let me come." She took his fingers in her mouth, sucking them. He moved into her further, pressing the tip of his cock against her g-spot and the base against her clit. He felt her stiffen as she began to come, her head thrown back her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes open, watching him intensely as he came. Filling her belly with his hot cum. She cried out with him. She lay on his chest, her breathing matching his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. "Next time I'll make you beg," she said. Her words muffled by his kiss.