My aunt was right that a little peek is just as exciting as being spyed on naked, and that confidence can lead to fun, as I was to find out.
As soon as I entered the building, I could feel him watching me keeping step as I walked across the library.
I was dressed in a simple black mid-thigh flared skirt, short boots, and I was wearing a thong for the first time.
It felt deliciously naughty, and I liked the way my skirt felt as it brushed against my bare cheeks, easy to imagine I was naked down there.
The only attention-grabbing thing was my jumper.
Form-fitting of a light peachy colour, nothing remarkable unless you noticed the dark of my nipples showing against the light material, or a peek of a nipple as it briefly poked through the loose-knit as my braless breasts swayed with the rhythm of my step.
My insides felt warm, and the risk was getting to me, as I could feel the slickness between my pussy lips.
It was such a thrill knowing people were looking at me, and I was getting so turned on.
Especially the guy who’d been looking at me, he wore trousers, shirt and tie, all of a designer cut, was clean-shaven, lean and looked to be around mid to late thirties.
Which made him at least 15 years older than myself, but there was something about the way he moved, feline confidence, watchful, curious, not the staring I’d experienced so far.
It was my first time in public dressed daring, apart from my recent run in the park, which I didn’t count, seeing as there were so few people around.
I’d chosen the library because it was big and sprawling, with plenty of places to hide away if I started to feel self-conscious. I’d even packed a bra in my bag just in case.
My mind was racing as I saw the watchful but not intimidating guy for the second time.
Was he wondering if I was without panties too, did he find me a turn on, and if so, would he be masturbating while thinking about me later?
I was not ready to leave the library. I still needed other books for my assignment. The library in my town is large and sprawling, it being an older building, so finding everything I needed took time.
Maybe ten people were in the library, most on the computers or waiting to use one, so apart from my thirty-something admirer and a couple of older men, who’d had smiled appreciatively as I passed, not many had noticed my ‘show.’
Finding a quiet place to sit and browse the books I’d picked up so far, I saw my mystery guy sitting on the opposite side of the room at a desk.
I don’t know where it came from, but I suddenly wanted to tease him with a bit more than a nipple peek.
My seat was off to the side of rows of shelving but still in plain view of the desk. I made the pretence of reading while watching him.
Although he was openly looking across at me, not bothering to pretend to read the book in his hand.
I was aware of the hardness of my nipples, a tingling feeling spreading to my stomach like a nervous flutter as I crossed my legs, allowing my skirt to slide up my thighs.
He watched intently, and I wondered if he was trying to see my panties.
Although my skirt showed a great deal of thigh, there was no chance of him getting a glimpse of my thong.
Yet
Shifting position, I let my skirt ride higher as I turned the page of my book, keeping up the pretence of innocently reading.
Slowly uncrossing my legs, I wiggled as if trying to get more comfortable in the large leather chesterfield, which caused my skirt to ride up, right under my bottom.
Then in slow motion, I re-crossed my legs, watching him over the top of my book.
His eyes moved down my body, and I wondered, did he see anything, could he see anything? and smiled at the thought; the warm tingle in my stomach spreading lower, making my pussy wet.
So far, I had walked about naked in the safety of my bedroom, knowing the neighbour’s son was watching. I had been stared at by a dog walker when I’d nipped behind a tree to relieve myself while jogging, which was a pleasant accident. I kind of flashed my boobs at a group of men in the same park.
But I have never done anything like this before. It felt so naughty but so right.
My sexiest fantasies were in being seen, allowing glimpses of my nakedness, being an exhibitionist.
Thinking about it had made me even wetter; was I wet enough that he’d notice a damp spot in my panties, I wondered?
Glancing at my stranger, I could tell by how his expression changed that he’d seen my panties, or at least a lot of my inner thighs. The way he was looking at me had become much more concentrated. Taking a breath, I uncrossed my legs, stretching one out, my skirt still bunched up and buried my face in my book.
When I looked up while turning a page, I was shocked to see he had started to walk in my direction, surprised as he took a seat on the arm of the chair.
Stomach fluttering, I lowered my book and smiled, ‘can I help you.’
He smiled back, leant in and said, ‘Do you taste as good as you look, little tease?’
‘Excuse me?’ I stammered, taken by surprise.
He leaned even closer and spoke softly, his breath tickling my ear, his aftershave subtle, expensive.
‘I saw you when you came in, the way you dressed, saw what you did, know what you are doing and just wondered if you taste as good as you look?’
I closed my book and put it in my lap, tilting my head in what I hoped was an annoyed manner I said.
‘That kind of question could get you in trouble.’
He shrugged. ‘I believe in being forward; life’s too short, besides,’ he grinned, ‘you seem the kind of lady who takes chances.’
‘Really?’ I said, ‘what gives you that impression?’
‘So you weren’t intentionally showing me your panties then?’
He smiled again, ‘If that’s the kind of thing you like,’ he leant closer, ‘and that is all, then that’s fine, but my original question still stands.’
I smiled and answered huskily, ‘I think my fingers taste fine, when I’m playing, but wouldn’t know what anyone else thinks.’
Paused, then added.
‘Because no one has ever ‘tasted’ me.’
You’ve never done anything like…?’
‘Never had the offer of being, ‘tasted’ before.’ I finished.
He sat back, ‘so apart from a little flashing,’ he glanced over my legs, ‘what have you done.’
I shifted in my seat, turning to face him.
‘Well, not discussing my sex life with a stranger in public for one.’ I said, seemingly annoyed.
He held up his hands, ‘sorry if I misread the situation, he said, starting to back away.
‘Apart from a little exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, and a little ‘self-help’, nothing really.’ I said quickly.
He stopped, ‘really, so you’re a…?’ he left the question hanging.
‘Yes, a late starter, just gaining the confidence to explore what she likes.’
I filled in.
‘And as for your ‘taste’ question, I wouldn’t mind your opinion. you could help me find out if its something I like, as long as we only go as far as I’m willing.’
‘Remember, this is a library; we need to be quiet and discreet; loud noises could alert a lot of people.’