Summer in Amber Ch. 02

Without hesitation, I eagerly unzipped and pulled my pants down below my knees. I wasn't hard yet but I could feel it rising with each passing second. I whipped my growing cock out and looked to Miss Amber, seeing that familiar hunger in her.

"You know," she began, "watching you play with yourself these last few weeks has been just as hard for me as it has been for you."

This was a shocking revelation for me at the time, but in hindsight it shouldn't have been. The signs were always there, I was just naive and couldn't always see them.

"Really?" I said, dumbfounded.

"Well of course. Women can be just as horny as guys Jake," Miss Amber said. "I've been getting wet with jealousy every day watching you have what I want."

Miss Amber looked off to the side, contemplating some devilish idea. She directed her attention to my cock again, the tip of her tongue subtly licking her upper lip.

"Honestly, I don't know how much more I can stand just watching."

She leaned in closer, inching her right hand to my waist. "Don't you think it's time I got a try?" She looked at me feverishly.

My heart skipped a beat, and I opened it to her. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that."

"Oh, I think I do," she teased, dancing her fingers lightly on the top of my shaft, my cock throbbing to her touch.

I couldn't believe it. I had imagined this moment too many times to count and now it was finally happening. I quickly remembered not to get too excited, so I focused all of my attention on her.

Miss Amber stopped moving her fingers and left her hand on me for a few seconds. "Ahh, there it is," she remarked, slowly wrapping her fingers around my growing cock. "I can feel your heart beat."

She gripped me there for a good ten seconds in complete silence. I could feel myself expanding in her palm, and my blood warming her up.

"Mmm, I love it. There's nothing quite like handling a new cock for the first time. Every one is different in their own special way."

She started stroking me, leaning in inches from my ear.

"Forget about school," Miss Amber whispered, tantalizing me. "Forget about your worries. Forget about what other people think. Focus on your desires. Yours and mine. Focus on this moment right now. Focus on me."

She gently bit my ear lobe, and I flinched in surprise. She giggled, clearly enjoying my reaction.

"And don't come until I say you can," she ordered.

Miss Amber removed her hand from me and brought it up to her mouth, letting out a thick trail of saliva into her palm. She spent a couple of seconds dispersing it evenly in her hand before coming back down to my fully engorged cock. Her grip was firm but gentle as she started stroking me, sliding up and down on the wetness of her spit.

"How does that feel?" she asked, her voice an angel.

"Great," was all the response I could muster, too lost in Miss Amber's touch and the delightful sight of her hand working my shaft from top to bottom.

Despite it being my first hand job I could tell she knew what she was doing. Her fingers were silky smooth, gliding over me with expert precision. It was clear she had experience because she handled me better than I ever handled myself.

"Of course it does. Every guy likes a good hand job," Miss Amber said as she encircled the head of my cock with her thumb. "And I love giving them."

She gave the tip of my cock a tiny squeeze between her thumb and forefinger, forcing a large amount of precum out for further lubrication before returning to stroking me, faster and with greater intensity. It was incredible, and I quickly felt myself teetering on the edge of a cliff. Knowing what was about to happen, I focused myself away from my own pleasure and onto hers. Miss Amber looked gratified, and in seeing this I let out a moan that made her green eyes glow a shade brighter. Her satisfaction drew me back to safety.

Suddenly in the middle of my ecstasy I heard the familiar sound of automated doors opening, and in an instant I was back to reality.

"Was that the door?" I exclaimed as I stiffened up. I could hear footsteps approaching the desk from the right, and I knew for certain. Shit, I thought. Someone was coming, and it wasn't me.

I looked to Miss Amber for guidance during this sudden turn of events, but she didn't appear to be the slightest bit worried. And despite the approaching innocent bystander she wasn't letting go of me. She just continued stroking.

"Miss Amber, someone's coming, you need to stop," I urgently pleaded.

"I've finally got you after all this time and you want me to stop now?" she said facetiously. "I don't think so."

"Please Miss Amber, if we get caught we'll be fired." I was begging, panicking as every worse case scenario swirled through my mind. This poor unsuspecting patron was about to see me being jerked off, and while I admit that some small part of me was turned on by that prospect, the consequences far overshadowed the draw.

"Jake, I told you to relax," said Miss Amber, sounding annoyed. "I've been waiting for a long time to have you to myself, and no one is gonna stop me. Not even you."

Still clutching me, she rolled both of our chairs closer to the desk, positioning us so that our lower bodies were completely hidden underneath.

"There, now no one will see you, and I get to keep having my fun," she said, forcefully squeezing my entire cock with her hand as if to punish me for questioning her.

This solution did little to ease my hysteria. While we were certainly hidden from plain view, Miss Amber's closeness and position of her hand would make it obvious to anyone what she was doing to me. I desperately wanted out, out of this nightmare, but she wasn't letting go.

"Um, excuse me?" I heard a woman say. I froze, not having the slightest clue what to do.

"Hi, how can we help you?" I heard Miss Amber answer coolly.

"I'd like to sign my niece up for summer reading."

I couldn't believe this was happening. All I could do was stare at the ground. I didn't want to look up, and every inch of me was screaming to get out of there. But then I felt Miss Amber's hand, and it managed to draw some of my attention away from my fear. She was that good.

"Fantastic, I'll just let my helper Jacob here take care of you. He could use the practice."

Upon hearing this I immediately looked up and turned to Miss Amber, wordlessly questioning her decision, but her face told me everything I needed to know. I had no choice. I was hers to do with whatever she wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.

With no other option, I grabbed a reading log and proceeded to explain the rules to the woman as best I could. She was alone, which I was thankful for, and shockingly attractive; short, with a petite body, straight long raven black hair, and skin as fair as Miss Amber's. I would have liked to have gotten a better look, but I was too busy trying to talk while Miss Amber was enthusiastically rubbing my cock.

With my consciousness split between nerve-wracking anxiety and intense pleasure, I was speaking without thinking; stuttering and stammering my way through a routine I normally would have had no problem reciting. Numerous times I tried to avoid eye contact with the woman, but every time I turned away Miss Amber aggressively squeezed me, forcing my attention back to her. At any moment I figured the woman would grow curious or frustrated, wondering why I was acting so strange, but instead she just listened to what I was saying, seemingly oblivious to what was really going on.

"So she can read as much or as little as she wants?" the woman asked.

"That's right," I said, "and if she meets her goals she gets to pick out a free book for herself."

Somehow I managed to say this without falter, and on cue Miss Amber swirled her fingers around me in such a way that almost finished me right there. I instinctively grabbed the desk and regained my composure.

"That's all there is to it," I said, straining to contain my agony, "do you have any more questions?"

"No, I think I've got it."

"And remember," Miss Amber chimed in, "make sure she stops in every week to update her log."

"Oh, that won't be a problem. She loves the library."

"That's what we like to hear." Miss Amber flashed me a quick wink.

The woman suddenly turned and looked directly at me. "Thank you for your help," she said, smiling, locking her light brown eyes with mine. It felt as if she knew exactly what was going on.

"Uh, you're very welcome" I said, "Have a nice day."

The woman turned and left, and as the automated doors opened and close I felt immense relief wash over me. Somehow Miss Amber and I had gotten away with this ridiculous situation.

"Wow Jake, you managed to hold yourself together," Miss Amber commended, "I'm proud of you."

Instantly I felt her unleash her full power on me, rubbing and stroking and massaging my cock in every way possible. It felt magical, unlike anything I had experienced up until that point, and soon I felt myself rumbling.

"And now you get to come," she said, positioning her other hand directly in front of my cock. "I know you've been waiting for this. Don't hold back. Give it all to me."

As if on command I erupted like a dormant volcano, unleashing thick streams of myself directly into Miss Amber's palm. My whole body convulsed and I moaned so loud it was a miracle the whole library didn't hear. It was one of the longest and most intense orgasms I'd ever felt.

"Well done," she praised proudly. She raised her hand for both of us to see, and we collectively gasped. It was completely drenched; wet and glistening with my essence.

"My god, look how much there is," Miss Amber proclaimed, "And it's all mine."

She raised her hand to her mouth and began licking it off, sucking her fingers like a baker who loved their work. I was stunned, hypnotized, my mouth slightly agape, and as I watched her hungrily consume every last drop of me, my hunger for her grew as well.

"Mmm," she licked her thick red lips, "I like your taste. Subtle and sweet."

"There's more where that came from," I said unthinkingly, still gasping for air, still reeling from the experience.

"Oh, I'm sure there is," she said.

Miss Amber wordlessly tucked me in and zipped me up. Leaning in close, she softly caressed my face with both of her hands and planted a hard kiss directly on my forehead.

"I hope you're ready Jake," she said ominously, looking me directly in the eyes. "I'm just getting started with you."