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I never knew her name. I was studying for the LSAT to get into law school, and for almost a year, I spent hours in a library in my city preparing for the exam. It was there that everything happened.

When I finished college, my high school girlfriend married me. She had patiently waited for me during the four years I spent in college. I admit that I wasn’t always true to her during that time, but once I finished my studies, I resolved to live a quieter life. We started a family. Our first son was born a year after our wedding, and about eighteen months later, our daughter. Although both my wife and I had jobs, expenses kept piling up, so I decided to return to school to study law and become a lawyer. I suppose not everyone does this at twenty-five, but by that age, I was already married and a father of two, and I knew that returning to school for a few more years would be worthwhile in the long run.

My wife hadn’t lost her figure after two pregnancies; she was always mindful of her diet and exercised regularly. I loved her deeply, and after our wedding, I hadn’t felt tempted by any other woman until I met that girl at the library.

At that time, I was still working part-time to support my family, but I would go to the library a few afternoons each week to study for an upcoming exam. Studying at home was nearly impossible with two young children, so while my wife looked after our kids after work, I went to the library to focus.

I saw her for the first time on a Wednesday in late September. To study, I would climb to the top level of the library, a peaceful place that almost anyone ever went to. The only route up was a narrow metal stairway; the elevator did not get to that section of the building. I enjoyed studying there since the upper level of the library was a tiny, isolated study area, with just a few tables and bookcases designed to create a private, almost concealed feeling. The quiet was profound, making it a perfect place for anyone seeking solitude to disappear into the silence. I don’t clearly remember what was on the shelves; I think they contained very old newspapers that hardly anyone ever consulted. I firmly believe that most library users didn’t even know this space existed.

That day, I was concentrated on getting familiar with the different kind of questions on the LSAT when I suddenly heard footsteps coming up the metal stairs. At first, I felt somehow annoyed, because someone was about to disturb my peace, but then I looked up from my books, and I saw her weaving between the bookcases on the other side of my study table.

She was a little plump, with blue eyes, blonde hair, fair complexion, round butt and large breasts. She was wearing a large neckline dress that fell below her knees. That’s how I’ve always seen her, wearing gowns with patterns or flowers. After staring at her body for a time, I noticed she was also staring at me, and that lighted me with desire. I knew she wasn’t specifically searching the bookshelves for anything.

I stood up and walked over to her. I couldn’t help myself, and I intentionally groped her, feeling the full volume of her curves under my touch. She did not reject my hands on her body. She allowed herself to be groped, letting out a soft moan. Without saying anything, we began to kiss passionately, our hands roving across each other’s bodies.

We were apart from each other with just our clothes in between us. Her black lace bra barely covered her breasts. I used my hands to expose her cleavage. Squeezing them hard through the fabric, I relished their softness. She let out another moan, urging me on.

I trailed lips down her neck and chest, leaving saliva in my path. Her breathing became heavier and I teased and nibbled on her nipples through her bra.

But while our interaction was getting hotter, I had second thoughts. I stepped back from her having in mind my wife and the fact that we were in a public space.

My heart rate increased with a mixture of desire and guilt. The public environment we were in suddenly felt oppressive, and the thought of being discovered made my blood run cold. However, she didn’t allowed me go away. She touched the bulge in my pants and squeezed it.

I gave in to the desire and, with renewed resolve, pulled her nipples down and gave them a firm pinch, making her very uncomfortable. Her lips stayed open as though she were having difficulty speaking, rather than yelling. I got closer to her ear and licked it. She let out a gasp and a sigh, as tears fell down her cheeks.

She was unable to talk but enjoyed the pleasure I was providing her with my tongue stuck in her mouth a I consumed her with great hunger.

I couldn’t resist the desire to fuck her any longer. I stopped kissing her and rolled her onto her back. Now she was facing the shelves. Her breathing became heavy as I spread her legs. I then pulled down her panties, and slowly pushed inside her. With a groan mixture of agony and pleasure, she curved in my direction.

In response, she bounced bursa escort bayan against me while I kept pushing inside her. As we moved in perfect synchrony, her groans became stronger and urgent. While fucking without hesitation or inhibitions, time seemed to fly.

I continued fucking her, spanking her ass and pinching her nipples hard. She cried but didn’t say a single word, her pussy became wetter, and I realised she had an orgasm. I couldn’t hold it any longer; What should I do next?. Should I pull out my cock and cum on her back, or should I cum inside her?

I hesitated momentarily, caught between the desire to knock the air out of her and the need to claim victory in this moment of pure passion, but then something inside me broke.

I grabbed her hips tightly and started fucking even harder. We moved together with a consistent pace. She moaned loudly, with pleasure as she came again and again. I felt myself getting closer to the edge, my climax building rapidly inside me.

And then it occurred. I silently poured all of my repressed passion into her vagina, which was waiting. I reached for air and felt weakness in the knees as my orgasm swept over me like a tidal wave.

Without a word, she straightened her clothes and proceeded slowly down the library steps.

I stood thinking deeply about what had just transpired. For a second, I considered following her, but instead I sat still in front of my book.

When it was time to return home, I was anxious about my wife noticing something, acting differently, or saying something that would reveal my failure.

As usual, my wife gave me a tender welcome kiss. After spending a while playing with my children, I helped them with dinner and lay them up. But I kept thinking about the enigmatic girl who had met that afternoon in the library and in our relationship. That night, while I was in bed, the girl and the library returned to my thoughts. I couldn’t ignore the spark she lit inside me when she looked at me with such hunger and craving. Although I knew it was bad, I couldn’t help wishing her again.

My wife moved closer, and I felt her warmth. Then we hugged and she whispered ‘I love you’. It felt great, but I couldn’t make my thoughts about what happened in the library go away.

I was even shocked by the passion with which we made love that night. She appeared astonished by the strength I gave her, as though she hadn’t anticipated such a thing from me. Neither of us could deny the release of tension and yearning it brought.

I pondered whether this was only another fleeting reprieve from reality or if it had deeper significance as we lay entangled thereafter.

The next day, I couldn’t concentrate on studying. My eyes kept wandering towards the stairs, waiting for the strange girl to appear again. She didn’t show up, neither the next she did the next day. Over the weekend, I entertained the idea of ​​making up an excuse to study at the library, but my kids’ schedules were packed with birthday parties and playdates.

Over the next few days, me and my wife… Well, we were like rabbits on a sugar high. It was almost comical how our nightly escapades had become an Olympic sport. Each session seemed like a delightful distraction, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl in the library.

On Sunday night, after sex, my wife laid next to me and said: “So,” propping herself up on one elbow like this were a casual conversation over coffee rather than post-coital pillow talk. “Are we trying to have another baby?”

I laughed nervously, surprised by the question. “Well, no, we agreed on not having any more babies, Right?” I replied.

“Well, in that case, I guess I will start taking the pill again. I will call for an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning.”

On Monday, I returned to the library and occasionally looked at the stairs, hoping to see her there. But she didn’t show up… nor did she show up on Tuesday. I started to think that it had just been a one-time rendezvous, and in a way, I felt good about that. I wouldn’t have to keep a secret relationship hidden, and after all, my sex life with my wife was already very satisfying.

But on Wednesday, at about the same time as the previous week, she appeared coming up the stairs.

She wore a light blue floral-print dress adorned with scattered small flowers in shades of blue and darker green. The look was delicate and inspired by nature. The dress had a deep V-neckline, short sleeves and a skirt portion tha barely covered her thighs.

I heard the tall metal staircase creaking. She somehow knew that I would be waiting for her. My cock hardened, and my pulse raced. I couldn’t wait to see the enigmatic girl again.

She looked about, looking for me somewhere in the room. The girl from the previous week, with the captivating blue eyes and a figure that made my mouth swim, was standing by the window, bathed in the gentle sunlight. It was a vision, a goddess with curves and a bursa escort sitesi rolling figure that shouted femininity. Her blond hair highlighted her fleshy and fleshy lips.

I was standing there, watching me in silence, with bright eyes of desire. We had a tacit understanding, a mutual desire that did not need words. We had seen each other before, a week ago, and we had thrown a wild and passionate dust that had left us both breathless and satisfied.

I walked towards her, without separating the eyes of her body, observing every detail. The dress was scored to her curves, showing her female figure. The short sleeves accentuated her shoulders and the edges with flyers gave hr a playful touch. But what really drew my eye was the skirt section, which hinted at the jewels underneath by flaring out just enough to reach the mid-thigh.

Her chest rose and fell in anticipation as I approached, and I saw her breath accelerate. I felt my veins fire up as she kissed her lips in a quiet invitation. I grabbed her without saying anything, my hands finding the small of her back and drawing her in. When our bodies touched, I felt her softness on my cock and her shine.

I thought about her nonstop for the a few days. I wanted to tell her, but I couldn’t find the right words. Instead, I moved my hands over her clothes. Her breasts peeked through the garment as I pushed down on the bra. Her breasts, voluminous and heavy, jutted out and her large areolas were topped by pink nipples taut with arousal. I caressed them, felt their softness, brushed my thumbs over the sensitive peaks. She moaned softly.

With my mouth watering at the sight, I thought, “I love these tits.” I leaned over and put one nipple on my lips, I sucked softly at first, then more forcefully as her groans became more audible. She reacted to my touch. Her body needed my attention.

The girl put her hands on my head, her hands caressed my hair as we continued kissing each other.

My hands then moved down her body, feeling every inch of her soft skin. I reached her dress’s hem and slid it up to reveal the dark patch of hair between her large, white thighs. The sight of her cunt made my cock hurt so bad, and she had no panties on.

My fingers dipped into her slick folds. She was already soaked, vaginal secretions all over. I rubbed her clit, I felt the small bud harden under my touch, and she bucked against my hand, seeking for more.

I undid my pants, freeing my rigid cock, already glistening with pre-cum. With my hands on her ass, I positioned myself in front of her and led my pulsing length to her moist entrance.

I buried myself deep inside her with a single, light push, causing her to let out a loud shout of delight. Her cunt was hot and tight around my cock, like a vice. I cherished the sensation of her smooth walls stroking my tender skin and being enveloped in her hotness.

I started to move, almost completely drawing out before hammering her once more, my balls slapping her ass with every forceful blow. The girl pushed back to meet my body while leaning against the glass and holding onto the ledge.

Then I hit her madly, my hips crashing against her at a crazy rhythm. Our gasps and groans mixed with the sound of our bodies hitting each other. Her muscles contracted as she rode the wave of her orgasm, She pressed her pussy around my cock which intensified the sensations. I quickened my pace, which made her walls close on me again, undulating along my length as she came a second time, her soft screams filling the air. I couldn’t contain myself anymore. With one final push, I unleashed my load, filling her hairy pussy with my hot cum.

After our intense encounter, we remain there, unified as one, our bodies shaking. I could feel his pussy pulsing around my cock till I reached the very end. I grinned as I slowly moved away from her, my soft cock grudgingly giving up the warmth of her body.

I couldn’t help smiling; The idea that our secret meetings became a weekly ritual was both exciting and terrifying. While we adjusted the clothes, the girl’s eyes shone with satisfaction. I knew then that this was nothing more than the principle of a torrid romance. One that would exceed our limits and leave us both breathless.

When the clock struck two in the afternoon on another Wednesday, I was mounting the Municipal Library’s well-known metal staircase with trepidation. Knowing that today’s meeting with the enigmatic girl would be anything but routine made my heart race with excitement. I’ve been mentally reliving our past dates for the past week, wanting more of her sultry touch and our unadulterated passion.

She showed up after a few minutes. Her golden hair over her shoulders, her pale face, those alluring blue eyes, made her a sight to behold. Her plump figure, on that tight dress, left little to the imagination, especially the roundness of her rear and the hint of her large breasts taut against the cloth. She seemed to sense my arrival, her eyes meeting mine, a silent invitation in their depths.

Without saying a word, I approached her, with a palpable desire. I already knew the routine and the girl seemed to enjoy our tacit understanding. She stood up, with a safe and attractive body language, and led me to the table, suddenly balancing her hips at every step.

She got on the table and the dress climbed to hier thighs, exposing a milky and soft skin. I was breathless when I saw her legs exposed and the touch of lace that appeared under the dress. She threw herself back, leaning on her elbows, and her breasts pushed against the fabric, creating a tempting show.

Without delay, I sat at the table with her. I immediately grabbed her by the waist and attracted her to me. I leaned towards her and kissed her neck. I gave her the chill, and her breathing increased. Her excitement was evident from the way her heart pounded beneath my fingers.

I wrenched my lips away from her neck and planted a ferocious kiss on her mouth. With every contact, our passion ignited as our tongues danced frantically, tasting each other. I was drawn in and encouraged to take more by the girl’s hands entwining themselves in my hair.

I paused to grip and suck and then I open-mouthed kissed down her throat. Her breathing was heavy, and I felt her body shaking beneath me. Her lips moaned with delight as my hands moved over her curves. I caressed and squeezed her luscious skin.

In a nonverbal plea for my attention, she arched her back and pushed her breasts in my direction. I did as I was told, feeling the weight of her heavy eyes in my palms as I cupped them through the dress. She screamed as I bent down and bit her nipple tenderly.

I laughed. I watched her face twisted with pleasure and pain as I pinched and twisted her nipples. I kept torturing her sensitive spikes until she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent cry.

Her knuckles whitened as her hands tightened around the table’s edge. I moved my mouth to her other breast, and sucked the hardened peak. My hands made their way under her dress, slid up her thighs, caressed the soft skin there. I felt her wetness through her panties… her arousal was obvious.

Her soaked pussy was exposed to the cool air when I slipped her panties aside. Her clitoris was protruded, and her labia puffy, in need for attention. Without any delay, I pressed my fingers into her moist heat, and I made her to scream as her hips gave way beneath my grasp.

I screw my fingers and looked for her sweet point, rubbing and twisting it with expert precision. As he brought her closer and more to the limit, her drowned screams reverberated throughout the silent library and rumbled on the walls.

She trembled with uncontrollable intensity when her orgasm hit her like a wave while drowning a scream. She rode on the waves of ecstasy while her vaginal fluids fell gently on my hand. Excited for her release, I continued caressing her until her sobs ceased.

I stood up, with my penis we groped at freedom against the pants. I disbursed my belt, exposing my rigid length and freeing myself from my clothes. The girl froze her breath in her throat, her eyes stuck in my erection and opened, tiring.

I positioned myself between her wide legs, my cock hovering at her pussy, before she had a chance to respond. I swiftly impaled her, filling her up to the brim, our bodies coming together in perfect harmony.

As she adapted to my size, the girl rolled her eyes and screamed softly. I stood still, and gave her a moment to acclimatise to my invasion, but almost immediately, I began a slow, torturous pace.

She moaned in response, gripping the table with her hands and digging her nails into the wood as she urged me forward. When I accelerated the rhythm and wounded myself on her, I leant down and planted a fierce kiss in her mouth, with our tangles.

Our agitated breathing and our sporadic groans mixed with the sound of our meats hitting. I excited myself even more when the girl’s breasts bounced and her nipples rubbed against my chest.

I grabbed her hips tightly, pounding her with fervour. Her screams grew a little louder, echoing off the walls as she approached another climax. I could feel my own orgasm building; my balls were tightening.

Her pussy clenched around me, milking my cock as she moaned, biting her tongue, her body jolting. I emptied myself deep inside her, following her lead as my release rushed through me.

Our bodies were drenched in sweat and our hearts were pounding. We remained entangled at the table for a few minutes. The girl regained her breath and tilted her head, her blue eyes gleamed with joy.

She dressed quickly, straightening her clothes and maintaining her composure. She gave a knowing look as she descended the stairs, leaving behind the evidence of our get-together on the top floor of the library.

These meetings took place in the library week after week. My marriage was not affected at all, although my wife complained from time to time, claiming that I was somehow distracted. I explained to her that it was because of my studies, but the reality is that I was always thinking about the girl in the library and the things we did every Wednesday.