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As I stepped inside the library, I was immediately entranced by the scent of old books and the quiet that surrounded me. It was a Sunday afternoon, and there was barely anyone around, just the occasional rustling of pages and the sound of my own breathing. As I wandered through the shelves, my mind wandered to other things. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and I couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated that I was all alone in such an arousing environment.

That’s when I saw her. She was sitting at one of the tables in the back, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders as she wrote in a notebook. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and before I knew it, I was walking over to her. As I got closer, I could see every curve of her body, the way her sweater hugged her breasts and the way her skirt clung to her hips.

“Can I help you?” She asked as I approached her.

“I’m sorry,” I stuttered, “I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just admiring the scenery.”

She smiled and looked me up and down, making me feel instantly naked. “It’s quite all right,” she said, patting the seat next to her. “You can sit with me if you’d like.”

So I did. We talked for a while, about books and life and everything in between. I felt a connection to her that I hadn’t felt in years. And as she laughed at one of my jokes, I couldn’t withstand the urge to touch her. I reached out and brushed her hair back, feeling her soft skin under the pads of my fingers. She shivered at my touch, and I knew I had to taste her.

I leaned in and took her mouth, my tongue slipping into her eagerly. She tasted like mint and honey, and I couldn’t get enough. Our hands were all over each other, exploring every inch of skin we could discover. I pulled her onto my lap, pressing her against me so we could feel each other’s heat. It was like we were the only two people in the world, lost in our own desire.

But as hot as the passion was, we knew it couldn’t last. We were in a public place, after all, and someone could walk in at any moment. So we tore ourselves away from each other, leaving our desire simmering just beneath the surface.

“I have to go,” she said, her eyes flicking over to the door. “But you should come over to my place tonight. I have a feeling we have a lot more to explore.”

I couldn’t withstand the lure of her words, and I knew I’d be back in the library soon, hunting for that same forbidden pleasure.
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