Reading your messages in class [F]

I was half an hour into a two hour statistics lecture. One of those unskippable “will bore you to tears but may also include the odd exam hint” lectures. I had purposely chosen a seat right at the back of the theatre and had opened up my laptop to appear as though I was taking notes. But rather than taking notes that day, I was actually planning to read back over your messages from last night.

You and I had first met via r/r4r two weeks ago. I had responded to you on a whim because I was up late unable to sleep. While our schedules have been rather hard to sync up as you live in the UK and I’m all the way in Australia, we’ve still managed to click quite well and I’m glad that our conversation has still continued weeks later. Even from the beginning, our messages were always veiled with some light flirting, but I was excited that it had continued to escalate.

As I sat in the dim lecture theatre, I could not stop thinking about our most recent exchange. Last night, you had described, in great detail, how you would slowly kiss and lick all over my body. While I read back over your tantalising words, I recalled how I had lay in bed pleasuring myself as I read your words for the first time.

I decided it was only right that I informed you of what your words were doing to me yet again:

*Hey you. I’m in class rereading that last message you sent me. It’s still making me all hot and bothered.*

I closed my eyes and sunk down in my seat, placing myself in your description, making your fantasy mine. I imagined your tongue running down my skin, tracing the curves of my body.

As it was still early in the morning on your side of the world, I was not expecting to hear back from you any time soon. But to my delight, not even ten minutes later, I saw that little envelope glow orangered in the corner of the window on my laptop.

*Hi :) What a great message to wake up to. I’m glad I have that effect on you. I’m lying in bed rock hard and looking at that photo of you in that black thong…*

My face grew warm as I read your message. It excited me to think about you, on the other side of the world, thinking about my almost naked body.

*Oh stop it you, you can’t get me excited. I’m stuck in this lecture for almost two more hours and there’s people around. And now all I can think about is all the dirty things I’d like to do to you*

Let’s face it, only a small, small part of me wanted you to stop. Why else would I have messaged you in the first place? And I knew that you knew that. I also knew that you loved the power your words had over me, like in your next message:

*Indulge me. What in the world would you do to me if you were in this bed right now?*

Oh god, where do I begin? I could not hide my grin as I typed my response:

*Well… I would be sure to give that amazing cock of yours plenty of attention. Would you mind if I just started slow, perhaps starting with some long, firm strokes with my hand?*

As I typed, I shift a little in my seat. My pussy was already starting to twitch and throb as I continued my message to you:

*But what I would really love is to take your cock in my mouth. I want to taste you. All of you. I would snake my tongue around the length of you.*

I pressed my thighs together tightly to try to discretely relieve some of the sexual tension, but I could tell that I was way too far gone today for that to be able to satisfy my urges.

*P.S. Typing this out for you has gotten me really worked up… I’m getting really wet. I hope these people around me don’t notice. Wish you were here to take care of me.*

I placed my left hand casually in my lap, something that would not appear out of the ordinary for the unaware. With the tip of my thumb, I gently stroked the denim that lay directly over my pussy. I could feel the warmth radiating from beneath the fabric. It was torture being stuck in this theatre. But I’m sure you already knew that.

Another message from you. I held my breath as I read the words of your next message over and over:

*Well don’t let that stop you, Rach. I want you to touch yourself and tell me all about it.*

I glanced around me. The lecture theatre remained fairly still. The other students in the seats around me were either deep in concentration or dozing off. Luckily the theatre was rather dark, particularly towards the back of the room, so my movements wouldn’t stand out too much. All I needed to do was to stay quiet, right?

With the hand already in my lap, I slowly undid the top button of my jeans. I squeezed two fingers down the front of my tight jeans and run them firmly along the lace fabric of my panties. My fingers traced directly down the centre of my pussy, along my hardened clit, and back up again.

I was so worked up that even that slight touch was like a drug to my body. And the danger of being surrounded by others as I did it just added to the effect. I used my fingers to massage small circles on and around my clit hood, while clumsily updating you of my progress with my free hand.

Your encouragement came quickly:

*Mmm, wish I was there. But surely you can do more than that..? Sounds like those panties may be getting in the way.*

You were right, of course.

With my fingers still down my jeans, I shifted the gusset of my panties to the side and gently stroke my folds. My middle finger traced the outer lips of my pussy, picking up the juices that had gathered there. I continued making circles with my fingers on my clit, which had now hardened and was incredibly sensitive.

Another orangered:

*Fuck, Rach – you’re driving me crazy. I wish my fingers were the ones exploring your amazing pussy.*

I was so worked up by then I could have cum straight away, but I decided to slow my pace and enjoy the moment, and your encouragement, for a little longer. I parted my lips and slowly plunged my index and middle fingers into my pussy. As I flicked them in and out, I picture that they were yours. I continued to edge myself for the next couple of minutes, slowing my speed each time I was on the verge of cumming.

*Cum for me, Rach*, you wrote back.

I slid my fingers further into my pussy, working them in and out in a rhythmic motion. I began grinding my hips into my hand to match my pace. I continued to apply more pressure and speed with each motion, bringing myself closer and closer to with each stroke.

As my orgasm drew nearer, I had to bite down gently onto the tip of my index finger of my free hand to stop any moans from escaping. With a final deep stroke, I brought myself over the edge. I muffled a slight involuntary sigh and held my fingers in place as my pussy pulsed.

While the pulses began to die down, I wrote to you again to report back and to thank you for your part. As I sent the message, I buttoned up my jeans and my mind slowly returned to my the lecture theatre. Thankfully there was still little movement from my peers and the lecturer was still flicking through his lecture slides. Phew.

I never did pick up those exam hints that day… I blame you.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65hocs/reading_your_messages_in_class_f