[F] Masturbating in the library again

I’m writing this in the library currently, minutes after having the best fucking orgasm of my life. I honestly don’t know how I got so horny. Actually, I do know. My legs were crossed as usual, and I was rocking back and forth thinking about cock. I knew I should stop and get back to work but kept on indulging, squeezing a little harder every few seconds.

Soon enough, my hand found its way between my legs as I continued the steady pressure against my clit. Mind you, there were people on either side of me so I had to be quite discrete. But, this aching need inside me wasn’t going away anytime soon. I decided I might as well give in and then get back to work.

I unzipped my sweatshirt and slipped my left hand under my thong, feeling my pussy just drenched and slick with desire. I slink back in my chair so that from the waist down, my body is under the cubicle. I glance around me and see my peers furiously typing and studying.

God I couldn’t help it, I just needed to come so fucking badly. Anyways, I plug my headphones in and put my favorite porn on, one that always makes me come in minutes. Hint, it’s all about eating pussy.

I start rubbing along my lips, my pussy so smooth and swollen, each touch felt so good. My hips start rocking in time with my rubbing as I start focusing on my clit, circling back and forth, up and down, side to side. I imagine the guy next to me seeing what I’m doing and getting hard. His hand starting to rub his bulge, stiffening even more as my breathing grows harsher.

I feel sweat trickle down my back and between my tits, my face growing hotter by the second. I realize I’m holding my breath as I get closer to coming. I fast forward to my favorite part of the video and bite my lip, the pleasure escalating. I close my eyes, the visual and the sensations almost becoming too much.

I rub faster, not caring about the noise of my wet pussy sliding against my fingers. Everyone around me had headphones in as well so it’s not like they could hear. I press down harder and go faster as I go over the edge, holding my breath, fighting the urge to moan, my pussy just clenching and releasing all over my hand.

I open my eyes and slip my hand out of my leggings, letting my heart rate go back down. I glance around and nothing seems to have changed, everyone around me still working, oblivious to the fact that I just came so fucking hard.

Anyways, I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, and then decided to write this. Hopefully this inspires some of you to do the same.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ae6oh/f_masturbating_in_the_library_again

27 comments

  1. and to think I was just leaning down to find the usb stick I’d lost in the bottom of my bag- when I look up and wow… Instant wood watching you. I’m totally going to lose my job at this university, but I don’t care.

  2. What a hot story! Does the possibility of getting seen make it better?

  21. As a guy who spent years studying in the stacks this hits me in the perfect way. Especially the idea of the older me now coming upon you in a carrel, consumed in a sex haze.

  22. I often wear headphones, without anything playing, just so people don’t talk to me. Can still hear EVERYTHING around me… ;o)

  23. This is probabky the best way imaginable to get people back in libraries – Incredebly hot :)

  24. It wasn’t the sounds you were making that clued me in at first, but rather that earthy natural lubricant scent wafting into my little study cubical. Halting the music stream and pulling one earbud out offered more proof – a rustling of clothes, tiny hints of squishy sounds and heavier than normal breathing.

    I couldn’t keep from shifting in my seat to free space for erectile tissue to expand, quickly filling a chunnel from the seams in the crotch of my jeans to the riveted left pocket. Inside of which was just thin white fabric instead of thick blue denim, and I began taking advantage of the access to more sensitivity by rubbing the frenulum of my cock head with two fingertips in a slow, circular motion.

    I was gathering steam toward a sticky mess that surely would have shot halfway up my tensing abs under my tee before trickling down my side and onto the chair when I heard you stiffen in your seat and suck in a breath of air. I paused to listen for any kind of orgasmic moan but you must have stifled it somehow. Even the silence was charged with illicet sexual electricity. When you finally let out a slow, sated sigh, my finger twitched unintentionally and I practically shook from trying to keep from cumming.

    By the time I’d managed to back off from the edge and calm myself a little, I realized that you must have gotten up from your seat and walked away. The air was now bursting with your pungent post-climax perfume and I inhaled deeply. This triggered even more arousal on my side of the divider but concerns over getting caught unzipping my jeans and wacking off wildly had crept into my thoughts.

    So slowly, with each motion stimulating some other erogenous area on my spring loaded body, I got up from my chair and walked gingerly toward the men’s room. Which is when I saw your relaxed and almost dopey smile upon your freshly flushed absolutely adorable face. It was that image that stuck with me and fueled my frantic fapping in the handicapped stall of the men’s room as soon as I could shut the door and expose my erection to the harsh bathroom light.

  27. I can’t believe no one has asked yet: what is your favorite porn you were watching?

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