Encore

As the last patron left the library, I made my way back to the reading nook, curious as to Julie's distracted behavior, why she had seemed so rushed when she came into the library. Approaching the secluded corner, I could hear Julie's gasp, her moans, carrying through the now silent library. I wasn't sure if she was louder today or if I was just more aware of the sounds since I had heard them before but the unmistakable sounds of her masturbating seemed to fill the quiet stacks of books as I stepped around the corner of a bookshelf to see Julie at the desk.

Julie was sitting at the desk, her chair pushed further back this time, her body angled more towards the me as her right hand moved furiously inside her khaki slacks. Her head was thrown back over the high back of the chair, her eyes squeezed shut, her full lips parted as she panted, her body trembling in time with the motions of her right hand as it burrowed inside her pants. Her left hand was holding onto the seat of her chair, her fingers gripping the wood tight as if to keep her from sliding out of her seat as she spread her legs a little wider, small grunts escaping her throat as the motions of her right hand became harder, more forceful. She shivered, a loud whimper escaping her lips as her head lolled back as her entire body seemed to tense for an impossibly long moment before it sagged, almost melting back into the chair. She sat there for a few moments, her breathing deep and ragged, her body semi-reclining in the chair in pose of complete satiation before she slowly sat up, her hand sliding out of her pants. Her eye slowly opened, her gaze falling almost instantly on me standing there. There wasn't any surprise in her face this time, almost as if she'd been expecting me to be watching her, although her cheeks did flush a deeper red at my presence. She looked at me for a few seconds, neither one saying anything, before she stood up, gathering her things and smoothing out her clothes once more.

"See you tomorrow, Julie," I told her softly as she moved past me, stepping aside as left the reading nook.

She froze at my words, her body seeming to tense for a brief moment as she turned to look at me, her large eyes studying my face carefully for a few silent seconds before she dropped her gaze, her cheeks coloring again. "Yes. Tomorrow, Mr. Thompson," she assured me softly, her voice barely audible even in the silence of the library.

"Very good, Julie," I murmured with a smile as she brushed past me, walking slowly out of the library.