A little [f]un in a boring lecture.

I was running late for class, again. With that in mind, I took a quick detour and head for the back entry to the lecture theatre, so I could sneak in the back of the room without anyone noticing.

As I slumped down into my seat, I knew full well that I was not going to get much out of this class today. Not only was the lecturer going on about equations that I wouldn't even begin to understand, but I was a little distracted today. Don't ask me why, but the more stressed I am, the hornier I get… and let's just say, uni was really stressing me out recently. When this happens, it's like all my mental frustrations turn into sexual frustrations, to the point where I can't concentrate in any of my classes and just spend the whole time constructing these detailed sexual fantasies in my mind. So as I sat there in the dim theatre, where I should have been taking notes, I was desperately trying to recall the details of my erotic dream from last night. In the dream, I remembered that I was being taken from behind while standing, and the man fucking me was pressing my body and face up against the wall. The dream was just starting to get nice and rough when I was rudely awaken by my alarm clock to get to class, so here I was now trying to piece together the details before it disappeared out of my mind altogether.

Whenever I am fantasising in public, I have this technique I use to discretely get myself off, where I cross one leg on top of each other and gently grind my hips. It stimulates my pussy in the perfect spot and does the trick until I can get home to properly "relieve" myself. But today, I was feeling a little bit more worked up than usual and, well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I uncrossed my legs and rested my laptop in my lap. With my left hand resting on top of my laptop, I let my right hand wander down below into my lap. I was wearing a knee-length floral skirt, so I knew I had easy access for play. I started slowly, stroking my pussy through my skirt in long, firm motions. I closed my eyes and tried to take myself back to last night. I imagined my fingers were those of the man from my dream, and I traced over every inch that I would want him to touch me. My fingers led down to the hem of my skirt, and then pulled it up as I stroked my way back up my thigh and grazed my fingers over my panties. My pussy was already hot and pulsing, and could feel my wetness through the thin lace. As my breaths heavied, I had to remind myself where I was and snapped back into consciousness.

I opened my eyes slowly, and that's when I first saw you. The only other person in the back of the lecture, seated in the same row as I was, about a dozen seats to my right. Fuck. How long had you been there? You definitely weren't there when I first came in… you must've snuck in late as well, sometime after I had gotten settled in. But had you seen anything? I glanced over at you nervously out of the corner of my eye, but you were looking straight ahead at the lecturer. Maybe you didn't notice what I had been doing. Embarrassed, I brought my hand back out and straightened my skirt, cursing myself silently for being so careless. I could feel my face was flushed, partly from being so worked up and partly from my embarrassment.

It was then that I noticed my peers were now shuffling around in the rest of the theatre. It must be the lecture break, which meant a ten minute bathroom/coffee break before the lecturer resumed for the second half of the class. Now was my chance to escape and hide my shame. I didn't want to meet your eyes, just in case you did see too much just now. I darted out the back door before everyone else started to make a move and head straight to the female bathrooms. I wanted to hide in there forever. I stared at my flushed face in the bathroom mirror, thinking about how I may have unknowingly shared such an intimate moment with you, a guy that before today I had only seen in passing.

After hiding out in the bathroom for a few minutes and regaining some of my composure, I slipped back into the theatre just as the class was starting back up again, purposely avoiding even looking over at your side of the theatre. To my surprise, I found a folded piece of paper on my seat. I knew immediately that it must've been from you. Oh shit. I glanced over at you, but you were staring ahead to the front of the theatre. However, I did notice that you had shifted a few seats closer to me. Hands shaking, I unfolded the paper and read: "I'm looking forward to the second half of the lecture. You?" I must've read that note about a dozen times, your small, neat letters starting back at me, teasing me. I was horrified now knowing that you had must have seen me, yet at the same time, I was strangely turned on. Did you like what you had seen? What were you hoping that the note would accomplish? A million scenarios raced through my mind. And it drove me even wilder knowing that you were playing it cool. I was yet to catch you looking, yet I know you saw me. As my mind exploded with dirty thoughts, you were just staring ahead like nothing happened.

The thought of you watching me as I touched myself turned me on more and more and then, almost instinctually, my right hand found itself travelling back down to my skirt. I didn't bother setting up my laptop decoy this time – it was just you and me at the back of that theatre, I wanted you to see me and I sure as hell didn't want your view to be obscured. My fantasises now turned to you, this mysterious guy sitting just a few seats down from me. What would you do to me if nobody else was here? What are you thinking about doing to me right at this very moment? I closed my eyes once again, and this time, as I lifted my skirt up and my fingers traced over my pussy, I pictured your fingers. My other hand circled along my thigh, and in that moment, those too were you fingers. As I pushed the lace of my panties to one side, and stroked my clit, I imagine you whispering into my ear, asking me if I want more. As I inserted one, then two fingers, I pictured myself moaning back into your ear from pleasure. I was already so worked up from my first attempt that I was already nice and wet. My fingers explored my pussy in small, circular motions, and my hips followed in the same rhythm. I pictured you exploring the curves of my body with your touch. I imagined your tongue roaming across my breasts, and you gently biting down on my hard nipples. My fingers quickened their pace. I could almost feel your warm breath against my bare skin. I stroked faster and my breath was getting heavier. I imagined you whispering for me to cum for you. And so I did. My strokes brought me over the edge, and I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out in ecstasy. I held my fingers there as my pussy pulsated.

Only after my muscles stopped throbbing did I open my eyes again, and I made sure to look straight over at you to make sure you had seen everything. I was pleased to find you not only looking, but your mouth was wide open. Did I surprise you with my little show? And did you like that I looked you dead in the eyes as I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked off my juices for a final treat?

I'm sorry that I left straight after that. I was a little flustered, and while my actions seemed to suggest otherwise, I'm actually quite shy. I hope you enjoyed the lecture as much as I did though. See you next class?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3jz459/a_little_fun_in_a_boring_lecture