My first cnc/public play experience. PSAI had prior consent for all actions that take place!

It began with a simple look. As I browsed the large stacks of books in the fiction section of the library, I looked up and met eyes with her. She had a slight build, the mousy type no one suspects is a filthy slut. I knew from that one look that she wanted me, wanted me to touch her, experience her. I put the book in my hands down, and began the hunt.

As I drew closer, now just a few rows away, I began to smell a linger perfume in the air. I knew it was her, that she wore it so I could follow her scent. I felt a deep need arising, the need to pin her down and feel her. A beast was waking and all I wanted was to give control over to it. I stalked another row closer, this time I could see her in the next row over. Her back was to me, luckily she had picked a row that didn’t have line of sight to anyone. Now was my chance.

I waited for her to approach the end of the row, she still had her back to me. I could smell her perfume much stronger now, it was intoxicating. I needed to know what she felt like, how she would moan and struggle under my grip. I slinked around the corner, checked for witnesses and as soon as I can in the clear I moved in. I quickly pinned her to the bookshelf she was standing before, an audible gasp escaping her lips, before her breathing went ragged. With on arm holding her down, I use my free hand to explore her body. I grab a handful of ass, massaging it just a little, slowly work my way up and around, filling my big hands with her breast. I find her nipple immediately as it’s rock hard. After teasing and twisting it a bit, I finally reach down and find what I’ve been leading to. As my hand slides between her shaking thighs, she lets out another moan. I can tell she’s already wet from the experience and I haven’t even done much. I quickly find her pussy through her thin pants, her clit swollen and begging to be played with. I draw slow circles around her engorged nerves, getting myself the reward I’ve been seeking, her knees start buckling and she moans louder, I can tell she’s trying to keep quite and failing.

I glance around after her movement nearby, and quickly decide to disengage, as there is security walking the floors. I move to another isle and wait to see if she moves. She takes her time collecting herself, dripping with her own juices, no doubt. She slowly walks to another isle, me following her from a row away the entire time. I have her scent down, and have mastered peeking through the shelves to keep tabs on her. I draw out my next move, trying to make her nervous. She knows I’m still nearby, but doesn’t know if I’ll strike again.

The perfect opportunity arises again, and I take it, forcing her against the shelf, just how she wants it. This time I quickly make my way to her clit, teasing and flicking, using my body to hold her down so I have both hands free. I explore her body, trying to feel every inch, lost in her rapid breathing. I do this several more times, before the library becomes inhospitably busy for my tastes. I give her one last long stare and leave.

She tells me she couldn’t help but touch herself as soon as I left, and we plan to escalate in the next few days…