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.