Kevin collects himself and plans his next move

Kevin watched Scarlett as she wandered around the library, in nothing but her birthday suit, bending over and picking up books. Despite her initial **** to be in the open, she had certainly adjusted to it now. Knowing Kevin was watching, Scarlett even put on a little bit of a show with some books, bending slowly from the waist and shyly looking back at him. She held the books tightly to her chest, pushing her perky breasts up into each other. It was enough to make Kevin hard, but he knew engaging her again might be pushing it.

Soon, Scarlett was finished with the books, and she threw Kevin's underwear at him on the ground. He took this as a cue, got up and began collecting his other clothes. It was amazing how far they'd been flung during his time with Scarlett. His pants were a relatively easy find, but it took him a few minutes to locate his shirt, strewn above eye level across a bookshelf near where they started. Unable to reach it by himself, he had to go fetch the library ladder to get it. Scarlett giggled as he did so, dressing herself in the process.

His shirt retrieved, it was only his socks and shoes to go. He figured his shoes would both end up in the same place, so when he finally spotted one near a waist-high shelf, he scoured the nearby area for the other. After ten or so minutes, he found it tumbled under a different bookcase. He found a sock lying in front of the books on one of the shelves, but had no luck in finding the other one.

Scarlett took a glance at the big clock on the wall, and almost had a heart attack.

"Shit, is it quarter past 1 already? We've got to get you out of here. They're teaching a computer class for seniors in here at 1:30."

"Wouldn't it be more fun if I stayed?"

"Normally I'd enjoy the company, but this week they're learning about webcams, and it'd be better if there wasn't any record of... this."

Kevin felt equal parts guilty, embarrassed and ashamed.

"I mean, it's going to be hard to do it again if people know what we're doing."

He'd have to go without a sock. Scarlett said she'd keep an eye out for it in the lost and found, but things seemed to go missing pretty regularly around here.

Finally ready to leave, Kevin almost forgot about the camera he set up. Hopefully, his plan had worked, and he'd captured at least some of the wild action that had just occurred. He wanted a souvenir for his first time. Wandering over to the table he left it on, he couldn't initially spot it. Confused, he checked the other nearby tables, then when that proved fruitless, under them. Still no luck.

**** now, he figured it was time to check with Scarlett.

"I left a book on the table here. Have you seen it?"

She shrugged.

"Sometimes they get put back in the shelves. I can look it up for you next time."

Kevin was panicking now. "I actually brought it from home. Do you have any security cameras?"

"If we did, do you think I would've done half the stuff we did out here? You better get going, that class will be here any minute."

Kevin nodded, and felt his stomach sink a little. He looked back as he left, and Scarlett lifted her skirt to flash him.

"Until next time" she yelled.

Kevin got home, masturbated, and fell asleep.

Kevin awoke at an odd hour to three quick knocks. He threw on some pants, and made his way to the door. He couldn't see anyone out the spy-hole, even after flicking on his outdoor light, so opened the door to no one. About to close the door, he glanced down and saw his missing sock from earlier. A quick inspection revealed a note inside.