jillin' off in the library female masturbation, exhibitionist (erotica for men)

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I went into the college library on a Saturday morning to masturbate. I went up to the 5th floor. I thought no one would be up there early except for me until I saw a girl in a blue sweater. Should I cancel my self-stimulation? Erotica for men. (female masturbation). Excerpt: I had gotten to the college library early. It opened at eight, and it was five after. I went up to the fifth floor which had a lot of state books for those who wanted to learn more about Kansas, the history of its cities, the rivers that run through it, the minerals in its soil. A lot of boring books about the state I lived in. So most of the people that came to the fifth floor during the week were there to do some intense studying and not just browse or mingle with friends. There were no places to mingle on the fifth floor. No study rooms. No large desks. Only tables for a single person. One desk. One chair. Scattered around the floor's outside walls so students could hide amongst the stacks of large dusty Kansas books that no one in their right mind would check out. The fifth floor was the quietest floor and the ideal place to masturbate. It was a Saturday morning. No classes. The only students I would see would be those minding their own business. I opened the fifth-floor main entrance door and heard only myself breathing. I walked through and across the book aisles to a wall far from the main floor entry. I opened my book bag and pulled out my laptop. I brought it only for show. I wore white tennis shoes, socks, blue jeans, and a long-sleeved striped button-up shirt. No panties. No bra. I looked normal. My fantasy was to strip off all of those clothes and find a good place to stroke myself on the most deserted floor in the college library. I think I began feeling horny in the library when I came to research for a chemistry paper last year. I sat in the library day after day reading and writing. After a while, I just became relaxed. I would kick off my shoes and walk barefooted through the stacks. I liked the feel of the carpet beneath my feet. I felt alone even though there were people around me doing the same thing. And I don't know what happened. My libido kicked in. I started coming to the library more often. I would read erotica and wave my bare feet at passersby. Look at my beautiful toes. Only a few noticed or seemed to care. Which made me begin to fantasize about doing more risky things. I wanted to be naked in the library. I wanted to stroke myself right there amongst the rows of dusty books. Or at least try. It was ten after eight. The library had been open for ten minutes when I saw someone else on the floor. Shit! A cute girl wearing a blue sweater, white shirt, and blue jean shorts. She looked studious. I saw her walk down an aisle, drop her bookbag and begin to look through some of the books in the row. Well, it wasn't that no one was ever going to come to the fifth floor. But it was surprising to see someone else so early. C’est la vie I left my laptop and book bag on the desk and walked around the floor. I wanted to make sure there wasn't a group of researchers planting themselves in my masturbation fantasy.画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。
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