A mysterious stranger appears

This chapter was written collaboratively with an AI at aidungeon.io.

Suddenly, she heard a voice.

"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."

Her whole body flushed with embarrassment. Was someone talking to her? She turned around quickly to see if anyone was there. But no, the passageway between the bookshelves was empty. Was someone watching her from behind the books?

"Come to mommy, kitty. You can trust me, kitty."

The voice was getting closer. It was definitely coming from behind the shelves, but where? She strained her ears, but she could not make out the location. She stepped back nervously and bumped into the bookshelf.

"Shhh! I got you, kitty. Don't worry."

This time when she turned around, she saw a woman. She looked to be in her twenties, with long curly black hair. She was wearing a leather jacket over a knee-length dress. She was grinning from ear to ear.

"You dropped something, honey." She looked down at Anna’s skirt, still tangled in the chair.

"Here, let me help you." The woman said. Anna was taken aback, but thankful for any help she could get.

“Oh, thank y—“

With a single motion, the woman grabbed the front of Anna’s shirt and pulled it open, hard, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“Hey! What the hell?” Anna said.

“There. Now you match.”

It was true. Anna’s top and bottom were both now unfastenable. Anna stood there with both her shirt and mouth hanging open. The fabric covered her nipples, but the gap very much revealed her navel and pussy.

Anna blushed red. She grabbed the front of the shirt with one hand and pulled it together at the breasts. She used the other hand to cover her privates.

"What's your problem? Who are you?"

"Oh, just someone who's been watching you. You sure looked funny walking down the hallway, holding your skirt shut. I had to see what was up with this fascinating girl. I've been following you very closely. I've seen every move you've made. I must say, you've made quite a fuck up. Is there anything you didn't do wrong today?"

"I didn't do this," Anna said, tugging on her shirt with her clenched fist.

"True," the woman said. "That was my own little experiment. Whatever will you do now?"

Anna did not know what to say.

"Come on, kitty," the woman said. "I'm waiting."

Anna was surprised to realize her pussy was dripping.

"Can I... can I have some clothes?" she asked.

"Maybe I'll give you something better," the woman replied.

"But I..." Anna began, but she could not continue. She was so nervous, and so turned on at the same time, that her knees were suddenly rubbery.

"I want to see you come," the woman said.

Anna felt her legs give way.

“Wh-what, here?” she stammered.

The woman smiled deliciously. “I would very much love to see that. Perhaps another time. But, no. I have other plans for you."

Anna looked around desperately. There was nowhere to run to. The woman's eyes were dark pools of mystery and desire. Anna knew she had to do something. But what?

"Please, please, ple..."

Anna felt a hand on her cheek, gently stroking it downward. Then she felt her breasts, squeezed gently by the hand, the skin tingling as the nails ran over it. Then her belly, then her hips, then her thighs, then the moist curve between her legs.

"Please," Anna begged.

The woman kneaded her breasts, sending waves of pleasure through her. Then her hand slid between Anna's legs and down towards her knees. Anna's eyes rolled back into her head as waves of ecstasy coursed through her. Her knees buckled. She fell against the shelves, her hands grasping at the shelf in front of her for support, her pussy aching for the touch of the woman's hand. She wanted so much to come.

Then, as suddenly as the woman had started, she stopped. She removed her hand from Anna’s crotch.

“Do you want more?” she asked.

In spite of herself, Anna could only whimper and nod yes.

"Come with me, kitty," the woman said.

She turned and walked down the passageway between the shelves. Anna followed, mesmerized by the sway of her hips, the sway of her black hair. She could barely think. All she could do was yearn for the feeling she just had.