Watching Julie

As I watched Julie leave, I couldn't help but feel an odd mix of arousal and curiosity. My mind raced with the possibilities of what she could be doing, what it would feel like to experience such raw passion. Yet at the same time, there was a part of me that felt intruding on her privacy and personal life. I walked back to my desk, my thoughts spiraling around the images of Julie masturbating. I wondered if she knew that I could see her. Was she doing it deliberately to arouse me or herself? Or was she so lost in her own desire that she didn't care who might be watching? The thought of Julie being so consumed by her desires that she didn't care who might see her sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a mix of attraction and fascination towards her.

As the night fell and the library closed its doors, I found myself unable to shake off the image of Julie masturbating in the reading nook. The thought of her, a respected professor and married woman, indulging in such an act in a public place was both thrilling and perplexing. As the lights flickered off in the library, I found myself lost in thought about Julie. Her passionate moans and the sight of her pleasuring herself had left an indelible mark on my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life she led, hidden beneath her composed exterior. The following day dragged by, my mind on anything but my work as I kept glancing at the clock, wondering when.. or if... Julie would make an appearance. Maybe she's avoiding me? I wondered, thinking of the erotic scene I'd witnessed the night before, of Julie, so engrossed in her own pleasure that she didn't even notice my presence until after she'd climaxed on her fingers. Finally, as the last hours of the day slipped away, Julie entered the library, her steps sounding more hurried than usual. She walked briskly towards the reading nook, her eyes averted from mine, as I let my eyes run down her slender frame.

Julie wore a conservative knee-length skirt and blouse, her outfit suggesting she was just wrapping up a day at the office. Her hair was neatly tied back into a sleek ponytail, revealing her elegant neckline. Yet despite her professional attire, there was something undeniably alluring about her. I couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in her hands as she approached the reading nook, her lips parted in a barely perceptible gasp. She looked around furtively, her eyes darting towards the camera mounted on the ceiling before settling on the empty corner opposite it. As Julie made her way to the reading nook, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Her movements were almost predatory, as if she were stalking her own desires. Leaving one of the work study students in charge of the front desk, I moved back towards the reading nook, positioning myself at the entrance of the small cubicle, blocking any other access and obstructing the view as Julie settled into the plush armchair, her hands caressing her thighs beneath her dark skirt, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining bright as she looked up at me watching her. Julie's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought she might say something. But instead, she simply leaned back into the chair, her fingers tracing circles on her inner thighs. Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a slow, shuddering breath.

As I watched Julie's fingers move in a slow, sensual rhythm against her skin, I couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over me. Her eyes were filled with a mix of passion and vulnerability that sent shivers down my spine. I stood there watching her as her hands slowly pulled her skirt up, exposing the soft pale skin of her thighs. Julie sat there silently, her eyes on my face as her fingers lightly played over the smooth skin of her inner thigh as her hands worked higher, pushing her dark skirt higher to expose a pair of light blue panties. Her teeth bit her lip as her right hand moved to her crotch, cupping her sex, her fingers caressing her pussy through the suddenly wet fabric of her panties. As I watched, Julie's fingers slowly slid into her wet panties, seeking out her clit. She let out a small moan, her fingers circling faster around her swollen nub. Her other hand moved to her breast, cupping it gently through her blouse.

Julie's breathing quickened as she continued to pleasure herself, her eyes locked onto mine. It seemed that having me there, watching her, excited her even more, her eyes never leaving my face as she rubbed at her pussy, her fingers pulling the now soaked panties aside to reveal her glistening pussy, her slender hips bucking up out of the chair as she curled two fingers deep inside herself. Her fingers moved faster, her moans growing louder, and I could see the flush spreading across her face. Julie's whole body tensed as she approached her climax, her fingers working frantically inside her soaking wet pussy. She arched her back, pushing her chest out towards me, her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse. As Julie's climax hit her, her whole body shuddered, and she let out a long, low moan that echoed through the otherwise silent library. Her fingers worked faster, digging into her skin as she held onto her orgasm.

After what felt like an eternity, Julie's shudders subsided, and she slumped back into the chair, her breathing heavy and ragged. Her eyes were still locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought she might say something. Instead, she reached down, grabbed her panties, and pulled them back up over her wet, sticky pussy. Julie's face was flushed, her eyes dazed, as she slowly stood up and turned towards me. For a moment, I thought she might run, but instead, she simply met my gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat. "I don't know what came over me."