Somewhere in my second year of college I had one of the busiest and wildest weekends of them all, but this story is not about that weekend. This story is about the Monday after.
Around ten o’clock we had our first class of the day. Twenty students were waiting to enter the enormous classroom that could contain about 250 people at once, but on this dull Monday morning the hall was nearly empty and when everyone had taken their seats, scattered across the 250 places, silence. Nothing but the professor who dimmed the lights to make his slides appear and footsteps from the right. Some guy, whose name I still don’t know, came across the aisle and took his place beside me. We sat at the back of the class, we could see everyone getting comfortable in the little light we had and we both took out our notebook, looked at each other and then turned our attention to the front.
I wondered why he would sit himself so close to me, the whole row was free and here we were next to each other. The fact that there was no one around us gave the feeling that we were even more against each other. Pressed against each other. On the other hand we were mentally so far away, both paying attention to Dr. Heggleson (Professor in landscape and design), my sight along with everything I had left from past weekend was sixty-two meters in front of me. My mind and my body were apart, using everything I could to not fall asleep and trying to get in as much information as possible.
My focus was interrupted, but I didn’t know by what. My being first had to travel back the sixty-two meters to realize my neighbor touched my leg in the process of changing his position. He didn’t look at me, he didn’t say sorry. He carried on with his notes, never keeping his eyes of the Professor. I tried to get back, but I couldn’t. His touch broke my concentration and I wouldn’t be able to get back on the same rhythm as the professor and the 24 students on the front rows were. My mind crawled back into my head and I fell in a place of comfort. The few lights above us made a yellowish combination with the frail beams of sunlight that could pierce the curtains of the hall. Blades of warm dust and light fell through across the seats. At a distance I heard a soft mumbling of a 54 year old man and a surprising “tik!” on the floor.
His pencil had fallen out of his hand and it rolled towards me. He didn’t have to ask me, he looked at me with dark brown eyes. I searched the floor with my fingers. Found the pencil and when I got up to face him, he was still looking at me. I detached my gaze, found his hand and laid the pencil in his large hands. I looked at him, at a slight angle because he was like his hands, bigger than me, and as I made my way out of his palm I could feel him softly touching my hand with his fingers. I tried to travel the sixty-two meters back, but now I was stuck in my bubble, trapped in thoughts and he was there with me, because for the first time in that class, he wasn’t taking notes, but nervously playing with his pencil.
I have never found myself very attractive or hot, especially not for anyone to become nervous of. I wasn’t very tall, but rather small and fragile. Long dark hair, above average breasts and, because I thought those were my only assets, a tendency to show them of in tight shirts. Nevertheless, I quiet fancied the guy, even though we never spoke a word. I figured I’d have a go and have a talk, so I asked him for some water. He gave me bottle, I took it in my mouth, I leaned back against my chair and with every sip I took, I pushed my breast out and out, filling them with air and showing him what I had in a tight black shirt covered with my long brown hair. He seemed impressed, but he didn’t really act upon it, he took a sip himself and turned back to the board below, still no notes and still with his thoughts in our bubble.
I could understand why he wouldn’t act on my initial move. He could think I always drink like that. I couldn’t think of anything else other than his hands, his stroking fingers. Why? Maybe because the lecture has reached its fall in momentum and I couldn’t understand why I would still listen to Dr. Heggleson’s voice, or maybe I just wanted to do a little more than waist my life in this moment. I had to be clear but didn’t want him to think I was some sort of freak. I am just a girl attracted to her neighbor and I want to show it. So, slowly, I went towards his leg and just began tapping it with my pen. Not very sexual, nor was it not awkward at the beginning, but he definitely noticed me now. His reaction, that came so natural for me, was that he began tapping my leg with his left hand. First bouncing on my soft leg and later feeling my pants, rubbing it. We became more at ease with each other. Both with on each other’s legs and convincing the other that we were still paying attention to the lecture.
I also traded my pen for my fingers and started rubbing him on his legs, up and down. Tingling with my nails and getting lower and lower between his legs, until I had my hand firmly on his inner leg and started massaging it with four fingers, without touching anything else than his leg. I could feel his big hand doing the same to me, but placing his fingers a little bit more on my lady parts, he had to press hard for me to feel his fingers. My pants rolling across my lips and sending a spark through my body. I touched his working hairy arm and let him know I liked what he did, so he continued. We now ascended into a different room, a different world, the people on the front row could only see from our eyes up. Isolated. We were together, alone.
The tingling feeling kept growing as he pressed harder and increased his speed, I wanted to stop, for him. I took both hands and pulled his hand away from my crotch. He took his eyes from the blackboard to me and I gave him a look, I made sure he was doing well, but I was going to do better. He turned his face again emerged onto my knees and into the darkness of the space between a lower and upper seat. He didn’t look. With trouble I got myself between his legs and the chair that was in front of him. Enclosed in his triangle. I gave one more look to the door and any other possibility of being seen before I took hold of the bottom of my shirt and slowly stripped myself from it. Exposing my skin and giving myself to him. I got a glimpse of his attention in which I also undid my bra and put both pieces of clothing on the floor. I was kneeling in front of him, partly naked and with a tingle of arousing pleasure. He stroke my hair as he was staring into another world, far away.
I first started feeling his abs and chest, sliding my fingers under his shirt and stroking him, begging him for attention. It was a game, a game I was desperate to win. Then slowly towards his dick, which was easily found because the stroking made his bulge hard and not easy to miss. He wouldn’t get up, so I could not slide down his pants, instead I undid his fly and took as much out as I could. The huge bulge had already been a pleasure and a warning, but his complete dick and balls were so much better and so big. To feel his skin against mine. To rub his head slightly as I approached to lick the shaft. I felt his hand going from my head to my neck. He didn’t give me his beautiful eyes, but he still gave me affection. He was wet from my saliva, so I brought the tip closer and put my boobs on his lap. I pushed them together and started rubbing them, forcing his huge dick in between them.
His hands travelled back to my head and he pushed it down. Not forcing it, but guiding it. Making my wet lips slide all the way down his shaft until my lips felt the base and my chin felt his balls. As I slid of him I had a string of cum and saliva drippling from my lower lip to the tip of his cock, I cleaned my face against his leg, as he saw me doing so, he took my head again and started pushing, I felt every vein pulsing as he kept going deeper inside my throat, massaging every nerve, feeling every spot. As I reached his balls again, he let go of my head. But I stayed, I waited just a tad longer before freeing him from my hold.
I saw his dick pulsing and dancing, glimmering in lights of a thousand miles away. I took him strongly with both hand and started jerking him very slow at the beginning, but increasing my speed gradually. Slapping his balls against the pants which they have escaped from, his dick increasingly pulsing. I keep going harder until I catch a glimpse of his eyes, he stares at me. I don’t stare back, I look down, because I know what is about to happen. I give his now rock hard dick a few final jerks before I grab it intensely and fill my lungs with air. I arc my back and press my tits as hard against him as I can. I wait a fraction of a second in anticipation before he sprays wet warm sperm over my tits. I make sure he doesn’t miss a spot and suck his head with caution for the last time. I put his still hard dick back into his pants and clean myself with a few tissues. I put my bra in his bag for remembrance sake and as I slowly find my way back into my tight shirt, our bubble is expanding and our parallel world is falling apart.
Only a few minutes of mumbling before class is over. The bell goes, we are back on earth. We packed our things and said nothing, we stood up, and both walked into the lights of the day. His bulge and my nipples were still clearly visible and as I thought whether this glance was our final goodbye, he looked me straight in my eyes followed by a look towards his hand, were he was holding my pen. He turned around and made his way into the dim lights of the corridor…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/2zy0oz/lecture_in_dim_light_fm
Wait, he took your pen? That bastard!