Capítulo 3: Another Sketch
Next morning, Sarah found herself consumed by the letters Mystery man had left behind—each one a spark that ignited a deep, unexpected passion within her. The words danced in her mind, teasing her imagination and stirring feelings she hadn't known she was capable of. The sheets tangled around her felt suffocating, and every creak of the house seemed to echo her frustration.
She had tried several times to relieve herself last night, touched herself, rubbed herself but she couldn't reach climax, the mystery man's shadow was continuously lingering in her mind.
"Maybe I just need to get out," she muttered to herself. The thought of fresh air, of the morning sun on her face, felt like a lifeline. Perhaps a walk would clear her head and help her make sense of the feelings that were overwhelming her. With a determined nod, Sarah swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, the morning light filtering through her curtains. She made her way to the bathroom, the idea of a cold shower offering a glimmer of hope to soothe the heat within her.
As the water cascaded down her body, Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations—she closed her eyes...Sarah's mind drifted back to the mystery man's tattooed hands... running over body...grasping her neck in his authoritative hands....sliding rough manly hands down over her breast...slight teasing them. Another hand searching warm wetness between her thighs...she felts sudden urge...she rubbed her clit.. furiously to get some relief from aching but again she couldn't climax...Frustrated she came out dried herself. And went for walk..
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After her walk, Sarah felt her head clear a bit, the fresh air having worked wonders on her restless mind. She returned home, tackled her assignments with renewed focus, and even managed to keep her thoughts in check. But as the clock chimed six o'clock, a wave of nervous excitement washed over her.
Should she go to the library today? The thought buzzed in her mind, mixing anticipation with doubt. She hesitated but ultimately decided to get ready, feeling the thrill of possibility in the air.
Slipping into a knee-length skirt paired with a snug long-sleeve shirt, she felt a sense of empowerment wash over her. The outfit made her feel confident yet comfortable. Tying her hair into a high bun, 'No chance of playing with them now...' she smiled at herself. at least it will keep her out of trouble for a time, she thought. Glancing in the mirror, Sarah noticed the glossy pink lipstick she had chosen. It made her lips look fuller and shiny, a playful touch that felt both daring and sophisticated. She smiled at her reflection, feeling a rush of excitement.
She stepped into the library, the familiar quiet enveloping her like a warm embrace. Today she had to get a new book for her thesis. She made her way to the back corner of the library, where the shelves of academic books stood neatly arranged. As she wandered along the shelves, Sarah scanned the titles, searching for something that would help her with thesis. She pulled out a few books, flipping through their pages, hoping to find something tangible,
Suddenly, she felt something bump against her bare legs—a book had fallen from a nearby shelf. Curious, she picked it up. The title read "My Amore," and her heart raced at the sight of it. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she opened the book and began to flip through the pages.
To her astonishment, nestled between the chapters was another letter. Her breath caught in her throat as she read:
"I wasn't sure you would come today, but you couldn't stay away, could you? Did you think of me? Think of what I will do to you? I can see you don't seem relaxed today. Did I tease you a lot in your dreams? i had to tell you if you ever found way in my bed and I wont let you sleep even for a minute. But for now looking at you today i really want to do one thing for certain. Turn around the page..."
As Sarah turned the page, her breath caught. There it was—a bold, provocative sketch of herself, she gasping for breath, pushed against book stand. Her thighs were widely opened...one tattooed hand coming from behind...had pushed clutched her skirt upwards near stomach exposing her legs...and another hand was pushed in her panty. The rawness of the image struck her, capturing an intimacy that felt almost too personal. Heat rushed to her cheeks, a mix of thrill and shock flooding her senses. the book she was holding fell from her hands. She looked around no one was in her sight, she held book rack..to get hold of herself. She couldn't breath,,,she needed to feel what was in that sketch...she felt tormented... but she had determined she wasn't going to run away. she steadied herself...pulled her skirt up...n touched herself over panty...she rubbed herself slow , moaning softly...she knew he is watching her somewhere. She wanted to agonize him same way...thinking of 'Mystery man would be watching her...she felt oddly turned on...she pinched her clit...and wave crashed over her body...she cried with relief...soaking in bliss she stood there for few mins, ..calming herself... once the heat was passed...she removed her panty slowly.....put it in the book.
Sarah carefully tucked the book back into the shelf, the sketch still burning in her mind. She stepped back, feeling a surge of victory wash over her. The thrill of discovery had ignited something within her, a spark of confidence and curiosity.With a deep breath, she left the back corner of the library, her heart racing with the possibilities that lay ahead. Today had turned into more than just a search for new books; it was a step into a world where her desires and mysteries intertwined. She walked out, ready to embrace whatever came next.
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