The Sixth Floor

When her final orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers from her and lewdly suck some of her wetness from them. I love her taste and smell and deeply enjoy the fruits of our coupling. I offer her my fingers and she cautiously takes them into her mouth unsure how to react. The warmth of her mouth invigorates me as I enjoy watching her reaction to tasting herself. She coyly tries to hide how much she relishes her own nectar.

As I remove my fingers from her a second time, she stands up straight and smoothes down her dress, trying to make herself feel and look presentable. I know that she won't feel like herself for awhile, but she goes through the motions nonetheless. I respect her need to create order in the midst of chaos and I take a moment to do nothing except look at her beautiful face and body. She stares at me to see what I want and will do next, assuming that I will want to fuck her. I can tell that her orgasms have left her mind cloudy and her body numb but she is ready to do whatever is next.

I pull her towards me and kiss her deeply; my tongue parting her lips and my hands cupping her reddened face and flowing through her dark hair. My tongue searches her mouth, as her and I entwine. As my hands rub her hot smooth face, I break the kiss and whisper into her ear, "Tuesday. 11pm. Here."

I turn away from her and reach down to grab my bag and her soiled panties. I stuff her underwear into my pocket, knowing that I will rub and smell them many times in the coming days. I walk away without looking back at her, realizing that she is waiting for me to. I make my way down to the library's first floor and into the night; oversexed and in need of relief but more satisfied than I have been in recent memory. I smile as I slide my hand into my pocket and finger my companion's still wet panties, imagining that she's walking home through the darkness and thinking of me.