She looked around. The coast was clear. With trembling fingers, she undid the buttons. She felt the cool air of the library hit her skin. She felt exposed, even though no one was looking. She sat back, crossing her arms slightly.
She sat down and shoved the warm fabric across the table to Leo. He picked them up, examined them with a grin, and tucked them into his pocket.
This was harder. To remove tights, one had to move quite a bit. Roxanne looked around again. The nearest sleeper was five rows away. roxanne's enf exhibitionist game
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Leo’s next message made her stomach flip. She looked around
"Your tights?" he asked.
The fluorescent lights of the university library hummed with a sound that only stressed students and insomniacs could truly appreciate. Roxanne, a senior with a reputation for being impeccably dressed and meticulously organized, sat across from her boyfriend, Leo, at a secluded corner table. She was wearing her favorite outfit: a crisp white blouse, a pleated plaid skirt that hit just above the knee, dark tights, and sensible flats. She felt the cool air of the library hit her skin
From the end of the aisle, a figure appeared. It was a student, a guy in a hoodie, shuffling toward the bookshelves.