Masturbating Her in College Library

My girlfriend and I had been dating for quite a while. Since high school. It was now our junior or senior year of college. We did not have sex for the first four-plus years of our relationship. She was raised Catholic, and wanted to save her virginity for her husband. However, that did not stop of us from exploring every avenue of sexual pleasure short of intercourse.

It was during finals week of the semester, and we were both mostly finished with exams. We were horny, and I had been thinking about some new ways to get off with her. I have a panty fetish, and I love it when I can pleasure a girl "secretly" in public. FYI, she is 5'0". Quite petite.

So, bored and horny, we decided to have some fun in the main university library late one night. The libraries were open late, but this was a Friday or Saturday night late and we knew there wouldn't be very many people around.

She put on a short, loose skirt, halter top, and her usual (non-thong) panties. We walked through the glass doors to the library, nodded to the librarian at the desk, trying not to look guilty knowing what we were there for. A young couple walking into the library at 9:00PM at night on a Friday with no bookbag or books? What do you think she was thinking?

We took the stairs up a floor. This library had older sections and newer sections, stacks in the central part of the building and more open parts around the outside. We were looking for a secluded corner where we could do our business but had enough warning to make modest should someone come through.

After walking up and down levels and going in and out of doors, trying not to look too aimless to the few people that were in the library, we finally found the right spot. A simple desk and chair in the middle of the stacks, in the center of the library. One door that we were facing over the back of the desk. We should be able to hear anybody coming near, and had enough desk in front of us to obscure the most obvious lasciviousness.

I sat on the chair at the desk, she sat on my lap. At first, she sat more modestly on one leg, facing away from me. I started by touching her bare shoulders, loving the way a woman looks in a spaghetti strap. I kissed her neck, behind her ears, her earlobes, her whole ears. I teased the corner of her mouth with my tongue. Eventually I turned her head towards me for a full kiss. All the while my free hand roaming all over her body. Touching her knees, her thighs, creeping up under her skirt.

I knew her breathing well; knew when she was starting to get hot. She was squirming her butt on my leg. Her kisses getting more forceful. She was starting to make noises.

I turned her slightly towards me, running my hand along her bare stomach under her shirt. We continued kissing, and I slowly brought my hand between her legs, cupping her soft mound through her panties. I rubbed along her slit, enjoying the feeling, as I'm sure she did, of pushing the semi-soft, semi-rough cotton material into her crevice. I wanted to soak her panties with her now seeping juices.

We continued to make out for a while. At one point someone did come through the door. We arranged ourselves into something of a respectable manner and let them pass quietly.

I remember we ended with her straddling my right leg. She held onto the edge of the desk while I had my middle and ring finger of my right hand buried deeply in her pussy, her panties to one side. I stroked and prodded her g-spot hard, while she rode my fingers like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. When she gets going, she's far less cautious than even me. She came hard, soaking my fingers with her delicious, light-flavored juices. Her hair sweaty and sticking to her forehead, and her panties wrinkled, sticky and wet, we walked out of the library, another great orgasm accomplished.