Private Moment in the Library
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,671
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Private moment in the Library
Just as a note, while a figment of my perverted imagination, this is based very loosely off a real event. It is based off the discovery of hand lotion and wadded tissues hidden in the corner at my work. This will be from the point of view of the person I believe to be guilty.
Reviews would be lovely, because I'm curious as to how I did on this, I don't generally do stuff from first person POV. Thanks!
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All I could think about as I sat down in the corner was how exciting this was. The day I was hired, this plan had formed in my mind, and finally I was going to do it. My hands practically trembled as I scanned the tops of the books; looking through the stacks to be sure no-one was approaching. Much to my relief, no-one was there.
With a deep breath, I set the hand lotion down on the shelf beside me, eyes constantly staring into the small open space between metal and paper, making sure that no legs passed by to spoil my fun. Should I unzip my pants or just work with them on, I wondered, before deciding to unzip them. I did so, my hard cock easily poking out once I moved the fabric of my boxers.
Settling back into a position that was a bit more comfortable I smiled, eyes scanning over the authors’ names on the books. Cornwell, Coulter… those were the two closest to me. Well, the two that had a lot of books. But, books were not my concern, no, my concern was the slightly smaller than average cock before me. I leaned forward, pumping three squirts of my work’s almond scented lotion onto my hand, smiling lightly at the contrast of the cream color against my chocolate skin. I rubbed my hands together lightly, warming the cool makeshift lubricant and coating my hands with it. Then, I lowered my hand, biting back a pleased gasp as I touched the sensitive skin. Fuck… I have been waiting so long for this.
For the first time in a long time, I do not need a magazine or any sort of porn, just the excitement of committing an oh-so illegal act was enough to keep me horny. My hand began to move as I let my eyes drift from the crack to glance down at my erection, watching as my hand stroked the skin. I could not afford to make this last, not the way I wanted to. There was too much risk of being seen, despite it being slow today. So, rather than allowing my thumb to linger at the head of my cock, I worked on bringing myself to climax. My teeth practically punctured my lip as I tried to keep from making any sounds, eyes moving back to glance about, making sure I was still hidden away.
It only took another moment before I felt the climax building and I quickly reached over, grabbing the pile of tissues beside me. I covered the head and jacked off into the tissue, again noticing the difference of the white against my black skin for a fleeting moment before I came, tasting coppery blood in my mouth as my teeth pierced the skin as I struggled to remain silent. It was over quickly, too quickly, and I cleaned up the slight mess on my hands and cock.
I could not be caught carrying the things back into the workroom, so after a moment of hesitation, I stashed them both where I had stashed food and drink previously- behind the Coulter books. I glanced at my greasy hands as I began to redo my pants and after grabbing the last of the tissues, I wiped off most of the lotion before spreading the rest on my skin. My breathing was a bit labored as I longed to bask in the pleasure, but as I finished zipping up my pants, I caught sight of a person walking towards my corner. Quickly, I turned to shelf reading, relieved to see it was a patron and not my boss, wondering why I had disappeared for so long.
With a faint smile and a nod, I rose and left the stacks, immediately walking into the bathroom. I washed my hands and smirked at myself in the mirror. I would have to do that again- soon. I was sure the ‘borrowed’ lotion would be safe where it was in the stacks. Smiling, I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the children’s cart, pushing it to the section. Business as usual now.
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Please don't forget to R/R. Come on, I'm desperate for feedback.
Reviews would be lovely, because I'm curious as to how I did on this, I don't generally do stuff from first person POV. Thanks!
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All I could think about as I sat down in the corner was how exciting this was. The day I was hired, this plan had formed in my mind, and finally I was going to do it. My hands practically trembled as I scanned the tops of the books; looking through the stacks to be sure no-one was approaching. Much to my relief, no-one was there.
With a deep breath, I set the hand lotion down on the shelf beside me, eyes constantly staring into the small open space between metal and paper, making sure that no legs passed by to spoil my fun. Should I unzip my pants or just work with them on, I wondered, before deciding to unzip them. I did so, my hard cock easily poking out once I moved the fabric of my boxers.
Settling back into a position that was a bit more comfortable I smiled, eyes scanning over the authors’ names on the books. Cornwell, Coulter… those were the two closest to me. Well, the two that had a lot of books. But, books were not my concern, no, my concern was the slightly smaller than average cock before me. I leaned forward, pumping three squirts of my work’s almond scented lotion onto my hand, smiling lightly at the contrast of the cream color against my chocolate skin. I rubbed my hands together lightly, warming the cool makeshift lubricant and coating my hands with it. Then, I lowered my hand, biting back a pleased gasp as I touched the sensitive skin. Fuck… I have been waiting so long for this.
For the first time in a long time, I do not need a magazine or any sort of porn, just the excitement of committing an oh-so illegal act was enough to keep me horny. My hand began to move as I let my eyes drift from the crack to glance down at my erection, watching as my hand stroked the skin. I could not afford to make this last, not the way I wanted to. There was too much risk of being seen, despite it being slow today. So, rather than allowing my thumb to linger at the head of my cock, I worked on bringing myself to climax. My teeth practically punctured my lip as I tried to keep from making any sounds, eyes moving back to glance about, making sure I was still hidden away.
It only took another moment before I felt the climax building and I quickly reached over, grabbing the pile of tissues beside me. I covered the head and jacked off into the tissue, again noticing the difference of the white against my black skin for a fleeting moment before I came, tasting coppery blood in my mouth as my teeth pierced the skin as I struggled to remain silent. It was over quickly, too quickly, and I cleaned up the slight mess on my hands and cock.
I could not be caught carrying the things back into the workroom, so after a moment of hesitation, I stashed them both where I had stashed food and drink previously- behind the Coulter books. I glanced at my greasy hands as I began to redo my pants and after grabbing the last of the tissues, I wiped off most of the lotion before spreading the rest on my skin. My breathing was a bit labored as I longed to bask in the pleasure, but as I finished zipping up my pants, I caught sight of a person walking towards my corner. Quickly, I turned to shelf reading, relieved to see it was a patron and not my boss, wondering why I had disappeared for so long.
With a faint smile and a nod, I rose and left the stacks, immediately walking into the bathroom. I washed my hands and smirked at myself in the mirror. I would have to do that again- soon. I was sure the ‘borrowed’ lotion would be safe where it was in the stacks. Smiling, I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the children’s cart, pushing it to the section. Business as usual now.
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Please don't forget to R/R. Come on, I'm desperate for feedback.