As you walk the stuffy shelves of your University's library at night, you stumble across a Sara, a beautiful honor student addicted to exhibitionism
Sara Douglass's Memories (1)
My heart pounds in my chest as I glance quickly around the library. I can feel the flush on my cheeks, feel it spreading across my body in anticipation. Once I'm sure that there's no one else around I nervously reach up, my breath comes in pants as my fingers fumble with the zipper. I feel the cool air of the library on my skin as the zipper plunges down the jacket. "I shouldn't be doing this," I whisper to myself, "stupid Sara, what if you get caught." I try and reason myself out of it, but I'm far too excited to listen. I let the jacket fall off my shoulders onto the table with my bookbag, quivering with a mixture of anxious excitement and nerves as I'm left standing in only my bra and panties. "Stupid stupid stupid Sara," I repeat in my head, an embarrassed litany as I step away from the safety of my clothes. Walking aimlessly down an aisle of books. I can feel myself growing excited, feel my panties beginning to cling. As I turn the corner, my eyes grow wide. My breath catching in my throat as I come face to face with someone, a small squeak escaping my lips as my worst nightmare and my greatest fantasy come true.
I stare blankly up at her without saying a word.
*My face goes beet red as my eyes widen, wide enough to water, my mouth falls open. She quickly claps her hand over her mouth and tries to cover herself up, grabbing her jacket and backpack. Sara's voice is a panicked whimper as she whispers, "I-I'm s-sorry, I didn't know anyone was here." I back up a few steps, "I'm s-sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, it's really rude." I stammer out, mortified and ashamed.* *I turn to leave, my cheeks flushed and my eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. I make my way past you, my tits swaying gently beneath my bra. The cold air of the library feels good against my skin as I desperately try and avoid eye contact.*