Watching ... and More

I go to Uni two days a week for one week, and then three days during the next, in an alternating pattern. It's a different world there and sometimes I wish I could be there full time. The library is in a converted church. There are parts of it that are very, very private. It's also where the law books are as well as a small, self-contained reading/study area.  The two people I'm speaking about are called, in real life, Chris and Jane. Not to be confused with my brother and sister, these two just happened to share the same names.

I barely noticed them at first. I was trying to read a book on tort and, rather than me absorbing the knowledge easily, each bite of it stuck in my throat and just wouldn't go down. Tort is, in legal terminology, a fucking son-of-a-bitch.  

I looked up from my books and saw them sitting across the aisle from me. She was sitting sideways on his lap, her knees pointing towards me. She had a summer dress on that was elasticated just above her boobs and had no shoulder straps. The rest flowed down to her ankles; I guessed that she had little on underneath.  

She gave a soft giggle, and I saw his hand, which until now had been gently stroking her thigh disappear under the material of her dress, exposing a large amount of her leg as it did so. I saw her legs part slightly and a sigh came from her. He was touching her right here in the library.  

Her breathing became deep and a flush appeared at her throat. My own breathing matched hers although I didn't touch myself. He whispered something in her ear and she looked at me. When he finished whatever he was saying, she leaned back and kissed him before getting up and walking to me. I thought she was going to ask for some privacy, but instead she asked me to watch them. "You could let us know if anyone comes," she said with a smirk and added, "anyone apart from us, that is!"  

Then she went back to her boyfriend. This time she shucked her dress, leaving it crumpled on the floor. All she had on were pale yellow cotton panties and he set to work right away. She spread her legs and he slipped his hand right down her panties to her cunt. I could see his fingers working under the material and she was squirming on his lap. I was getting worked up myself.  

Then she got up, dropped to her knees, and unzipped him. His cock sprang up and she took it in her mouth. It was an impressive cock too! I realized that Chris was older than Jane by some years. I also saw a wedding ring glinting on his finger and knew, somehow, that he was not married to Jane; perhaps Jane just liked the idea of screwing a married man. (Note to self: must try that).  

He stood up, and bent Jane forward over the desk. His entry into her was effortless, smooth and full length. She let out a muffled cry as he began to screw her. By now I was well past the point of no return. I had spread my own legs really wide, reveling in the fact that he could see my panties too. My own hand was at work inside them and, while Chris shagged Jane, he never stopped watching me masturbate.  

Then he pulled out of her and I saw just how wet she had made him! He positioned his cock higher and I just knew he was going to shag her in her bum! It took longer for him to enter her this time and it was obvious that she could barely keep the noise down. Equally obvious was her love of being shagged up the bum, which far exceeded her love of being shagged in her cunt.  

Meanwhile, I was staring at Jane’s panties lying discarded on the floor. Chris followed my eye line and, using his foot, kicked them over to me. I picked them up and quickly found James sweet spot in them. Wet and creamy, she had clearly been horny all the way over here. I smelled her, sucked her, and reveled in that gorgeous cunt/piss scent.

Then I slipped my own panties down and off. I made sure both of them could see that I had Janes panties positioned so that, when I pushed them inside me, her cunt stains would go in first. With all my heart, I wanted to have her inside me when I came.  

Chris was getting close. Strange, isn't it? How you can tell when a man is close. His pace increased and then he held tight inside her. I couldn't see anything but I could sense the rhythmic contractions of him as he pumped his spunk up her bum. That thought sent me over too.  

I came long and hard and looked down between my legs as I did so. Once my orgasms start, I don't always need to continue clitoral stimulation. Just seeing James panties inside me was enough to sustain the orgasm, and, as expected, I squirted. A little river of clear fluid ran from me onto the material.  

When I'd finished cumming, I got up, pulled her panties from my hole, and gave them back to her. I was thrilled when she put them back on, along with her dress over the top.  

We went for a coffee in the cafeteria before going back to her room. An awful lot more happened there, but for me, the most exciting thing was the watching, both in the library and in her room. I find I enjoy watching two people have sex a lot. What I'd like to see now is people masturbating. Me not joining in, just watching. I wonder if there are people who would like and audience.