By the time the couple had straightened themselves out, Rachel had unlocked the library door and sat at the reception desk. She busied herself with the computer even though there was nothing on her screen. Her body was tense. She couldn’t wait for the couple to leave so she could lock up and take care of the raging need that had built inside her while she watched the couple fuck. She wished she’d stashed a dildo at work, but that would have to wait until she got home.
At last, the couple passed her desk. The woman walked as if her legs were made of rubber, which didn’t surprise Rachel. She felt a pang of jealousy but squashed it immediately. She didn’t even know this man, she had no right to lust after him.
She watched them pass. The man caught her eye and smiled. His eyes were mocking here and she dropped her gaze while a furious heat crept up her cheeks. He’d seen her watch them. He’d put on a display for her and now he mocked her for her voyeurism. It should’ve made her mad; instead, it fuelled her lust. She wanted to grab him, pull him towards her and beg him to fuck her.
When they reached the door, the man opened it for the woman. Damn, he had manners too! She really wished they’d never come back. She wasn’t sure she would be able to control herself the next time. When the woman had stepped through the door, the man looked back at Rachel. She realised she was staring at him, but she didn’t look away. She had nothing to lose. If her desire was naked on her face, then so be it.
The man said something to the woman and turned back. Rachel’s mouth suddenly felt as dry as the desert and she swallowed with difficulty. The man leaned on the desk. His smile was pleasant, but his eyes blazed with heat.
“Would you like to join in next time?” His voice was low, almost a drawl. It slid over her, heating her core and making her want to abandon all self-control and lay down for this man, right here, right now. She didn’t care about her dignity, she wanted this man to take her. To defile her, to use her for his pleasure.
He cocked an eyebrow, his expression amused.
“I…I don’t even know your name,” she stammered foolishly as if that was the thing that mattered.
“I’m Chris.” The man put out his hand.
Rachel took it. Chris’s hand was cool, which surprised her. He briefly rubbed the inside of her wrist with his thumb. A whimper escaped her lips.
Chris smiled. “I take that as a yes?”
With difficulty, Rachel found her voice. “No.”
It was almost comical to see his face fall. “No?”
“I don’t want her to be there.” Rachel nodded in the direction of the entrance.
Chris looked to look at the door and when he turned to Rachel again the smile was back. “Done.”
Rachel was so surprised she almost yelped. “Wouldn’t she mind?”
“Holly?” Chris shook his head. “She’s very open-minded.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on her palm. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Tomorrow! She couldn’t do anything but nod. He smiled slowly, the satisfied smile of a man who knows he can get anything he wants. He turned and left the library.
She was shaking when she got up to lock the door behind him. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even know this man, but she knew she’d sleep with him. She’d beg him to take her any way he wanted. She wanted him to ruin her the way he had ruined Holly. And not just once either.
She staggered back to her desk and fell down onto the chair. Without further ado, she spread her legs and pulled the fabric of her panties aside. Panting with need she plunged two fingers inside her aching cunt and curled them up. She started stroking her G-spot with hard, urgent strokes. Her other hand found her clit, the button already erect from her arousal. She tilted her hips to get more friction and let her head fall back against the backrest of the chair.
Her fingers worked furiously and she could feel the spongy texture of her G-spot growing underneath her fingers. Her cunt started tightening against her fingers, her clit hardening into a pebble. Abandoning all decorum, she moaned and panted as she fucked herself. She imagined Chris between her legs, pounding into her as he had into Holly. Her fingers were inadequate – she needed a thick, hard cock – but nevertheless she could feel an orgasm build.
“Oh fuck…” The tension built inside her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge and suddenly she squirted copiously as she fell over the edge, crying and shaking with the force of her climax. She huddled over herself, her fingers buried deep inside her cunt. She waited until the contractions had stopped and then, with a squelch, pulled her fingers free.
With shaking hands, she pulled herself together. Her skirt and panties were soaked with her climax, but she put them on nevertheless. Feeling every bit like the slut she was, she straightened up her workspace, cleaned all traces of her sexual abandon and turned off the lights in the library.
Although her orgasm had taken the edge off her need, she ached for Chris’s cock. She couldn’t wait until he’d take her the next day.
Continue reading with Part 3.
It’s the roaring twenties.
Desperate to escape the stifling confines of her life with her aunt and uncle in New York, Jane Travers arrives at her friend Rachel’s country home determined to enjoy a summer full of fun and excitement. Rachel has promised her risqué parties, but what awaits Jane is beyond her wildest dreams. Guided by her old flame, Sidney Fitzroy, and the sensual singer Lillian Smith, Jane enthusiastically embarks on a journey of sexual self-discovery.
With Sidney and Lillian both satisfying her deepest desires, Jane sheds her restrictive upbringing and embraces her newfound freedom. As her feelings for both Lillian and Sidney intensify, Jane faces an impossible choice: a stable future with Sidney or a lifetime of excitement with Lillian.
But how can she choose when her heart belongs to both of them?