Bathroom masturbation [F] [public]

(Disclaimer: I have previously posted this on my Tumblr. I’m still a novice, and English is not my 1st language. I would love your feedback on it)

It crossed my mind how much he would freak out if only he knew how bad I wanted to fuck him. An image of me grabbing him by his shirt, pulling him closer, and kissing him passionately formed clearly in my mind. Either that, or the action of tracing the tip of the pencil through my jaw, and neck brought me shivers down my spine and a distinct pull inside my pussy. *sigh* This class is taking too long. I changed positions in the uncomfortable chair, and I was made painfully aware of how sore with need I was when I crossed my legs. And contracting my thighs together didn’t ease it at all. By this point I should know better, it’s always this torture if I spend more than 48h without orgasming.

*Now you could lend me your cock, couldn’t you? Or his face, for that matter…*

A wild hair, sleepy eyes, blushed me coming home from your house, at 2 am, doing that 3 min walk of shame to my place, is something that makes me smile. Shame… only for those who don’t try or are incompetent. Oh, and I would fuck him good. I realize that my tongue is playing little circles on my left thumb and that I need to behave.

*Fuck it!*

I stand up and make my way down the row of bored students and the odd still concentrated one. The commotion I created earns me a disapproving look from the teacher and his attention. He tries to play it cool, he almost looks unfazed but that skill failed him the first time he saw me, many weeks ago. I make sure to look into his eyes and smile. An innocent smile, a friendly smile, a smile that doesn’t convey what I’m able to do.

In a few minutes, I’m in the bathroom. I check if someone else is in the stalls, and to my delight I am alone. Perfect. I take some toilet paper and store it in my cleavage, I then carefully wash my hands and dry them. I retrieve that paper and use it as a barrier while I lock the partition door.

I pull my skinny denim jeans and blue navy thong down and sit on the edge of the toilet.

*I need to be fast.*

My heart is pounding and my hands are shaky as I wet two fingers in each hand. Slowly I work my two left fingers inside my already wet cunt and apply pressure to my g-spot. I part my thighs as far as the pulled down clothes allow, to make space for my right fingers to rub my clit in a circular motion. The pleasure starts building up inside me and it prompts me to bite my lower lip. I can feel the very beginnings of my orgasm which means that simple pressure won’t cut it now, so I move my fingers back and forth inside my warm, creamy and almost too tight pussy. Sounds of wetness, fingers slipping between engorged folds, and heavy breathing fills the bathroom. Surely enough other sounds arrive to my ears, sounds of footsteps and opening doors, sounds that made me stop. Someone has entered the bathroom.

*Shit.*

Here I am, a very frustrated girl, sat on a toilet, with her jeans and thong on her ankles, fingers filling her pussy and two others on her clit, trying to discern what is the other person doing and to breath normally.

I hear her closing a stall door, unbuckling her belt, pulling her clothes down, and a few seconds later peeing.

*Well, this is weird. If I was into piss, I would already come.*

I chuckle. I hear her pulling some toilet paper, and then getting up. I hear her pulling her clothes up, and buckling her belt. I hear her unlocking the door, going to sink and turning on the faucet. I, because I like to tempt faith, use this time to rub my clit once more. In seconds she was done, I heard her opening and closing the bathroom door.

Immediately, I double the strength I was applying and stand up flexing my thighs. I need to come right now. I aggressively bite my lip as I feel the little spark grow and grip my insides, starting deep inside my pelvis, almost in my bones, and gradually washing through my entire body. My thighs are shaking, and it took my right hand on the wall to prevent me from falling.

I take a deep breath and smile, sit on the toilet again. I bask in the orgasm glow for a few minutes, before taking some toilet paper and trying to soak some of the wetness out of my fingers. I stand up and pull my clothes on. Get out of the stall, my heart settles with the confirmation that indeed there was no one else there. I turn the faucet on and wash my hands again, eliminating any trace of my juices. A good look in the mirror reveals a bruised lip.

*This will be really funny to explain…*

Even with the uneven purplish shade on my lips, I can safely say this is when I look the best. The thought of him wondering what happened to my lip or why I am so blushed amuses me.

*Your cock will stand, babe…*

I leave the bathroom light and with a new spring in my step, only to find my colleagues getting out of the classroom. As I arrive near them, I see him. Once again, his skill has failed him, he looks ready but unsure if to run or to pounce, I smile as I look into his eyes.

*You wanna fuck me hard, huh?*

“Ohh my gawd… What happen to your lip?” – my friend asks while grabbing my arm.

“I have no idea… It’s the weirdest thing…” – I lie.

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