Library Lick-Off

Marcia had heard that the library was a big spot for masturbating, but
she had never seen it until now.  She was sitting in the third floor
study lounge late one Friday night.  The floor was empty except for a
woman sitting at another table.  Marcia noticed that the woman’s hand
was underneath the table.  She could see that her hand was moving.  Her
eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted slightly.

Marcia shifted in her chair, unable to tear her eyes away from the
other woman.  She sniffed the air, smelling the odor of the woman’s wet
pussy.  She really seemed to be enjoying herself, her hand moving
faster and faster between her thighs as she fingered her cunt and
rubbed her clit.  Marcia swallowed, not wanting the woman to know she
was watching, but wanting to see her come.

With a quiet yelp of pleasure, the woman came, throwing her head back,
her hand stilling as she pressed firmly against her cunt.  Then she
opened her eyes, staring straight at Marcia, a small smile playing at
the corners of her lips. “Want a taste?” she said.  She stood and
walked over to Marcia, who was sitting stock-still.  The woman brushed
her fingertips over Marcia’s mouth, leaving a trail of her sticky
juices.  Marcia licked them off, savoring the slightly sweet-salty
taste.

The woman hopped up on the table, pulling her short pleated skirt up
around her waist, showing off her dripping pussy.  “Now let’s see
yours,” she said.

Marcia glanced around nervously, but there was no one else around. 
She stood and pulled off her jeans and panties.  The woman reached out,
running her fingers through Marcia’s curly pubic hair.  Marcia was
surprised that the woman was touching her in such a forward fashion,
but she was very turned on.  “You should trim this,” the woman said,
moving her hand down and pressing against Marcia’s clit, making her
gasp.  “Show off that pretty pussy.  Now sit down and spread your legs.”

Marcia sat, resting her feet on the table, splaying her legs wide. 
The woman stared at her cunt, running her fingers along the edges of
Marcia’s labia, making her tremble with anticipation.  Looking straight
into Marcia’s eyes, the woman plunged her finger into her pussy. 
Marcia arched her back and moaned at the sudden, welcome, penetration. 
The woman finger-fucked her slowly, rubbing her hand along Marcia’s
clit with each stroke.  Marcia’s thighs were shaking, and she was
moaning loudly, not caring if anyone heard her.  When she came, she
threw her arms over the back of her chair, arching her hips up and
grinding her cunt against the other woman’s hand.

“Well well well,” the woman said, withdrawing her hand and licking her
fingers contemplatively.  “You certainly got into that.  Want to try a
little rug munching?”  She lifted her skirt again and scooted closer to
the edge of the table.  “Just look up and breathe through your nose,”
she said.  Marcia nodded, leaning forward and strumming the woman’s
clit with her tongue.

“Okay, yeah, faster,” the woman moaned, resting her hands on Marcia’s
head, pushing her hips up slightly.  Marcia licked along the woman’s
clit, pausing every once in a while to dart her tongue inside her slit
and then moving back up to run it in circles around her clit again. 
“Yeah, good, just like that,” the woman gasped, pausing to breathe
between each word.  “Ooh!  Ooh!  I’m gonna come!” she cried out,
arching her back.  Marcia held her mouth still, marveling at the
feeling of the other woman’s cunt pulsing against her lips.

Giving a final gasp, the woman pulled away and slid off the table. 
“Not bad for a first timer,” she said, smiling at Marcia, who was
licking the woman’s juices off her lips.  “Meet me here tomorrow night
and we’ll try it again.”