Today in a corner of the library, I accidentally spilled water on my skirt. The icy water soaked through my underwear, clinging to my skin... and instantly made me wet. The guy sitting nearby glanced at me, and I immediately squeezed my legs together, pretending to focus on my book. But my mind was filled with images of him walking over, using a book to block others' view, while his fingers secretly slipped under my soaked skirt. I so want to be discovered in such a serious place, wearing nothing under my skirt, and then be dragged behind the bookshelves, my mouth covered, and fucked hard. The quieter the place, the more these thoughts make me ache with desire.