[MF] Dana, part 2 [teasing] [public] [cheating?]

Sarah, my girlfriend, was thin with short brown hair and a precise way of dressing. She was studying to be an anthropologist, and in her second year, she already had publications. Because we were both in school, we had odd schedules; we would talk midday and work most mornings and nights. On Tuesday’s I had mandatory office hours, to which none of my students ever showed up, so I would often Skype with her from my shared office. On this Tuesday when she answered she was still in her pajamas: loose baby blue pants and a white tank-top with thin straps. I loved when she wore that shirt. In person, it was thin enough almost to be transparent, and even with the poor webcam resolution, I could see the sharp outline of her small but pert breasts.

“I’ve been waiting for you to call. I miss you.” The way she said *miss you* made clear what she really missed. “Put on your headphones.”

My headphones were of course tangled into a bird’s nest, but Sarah wasn’t waiting. Even while I started to unknot them, she was stepping back from her laptop so that I could see her whole body. My office was empty, but there where two other desks for the other graduate students who could come in at any minute, and this could be the one time one of my students showed up. Moreover, my desk was near the center, so anyone on one half of the room could see what was on my computer screen. Still, I wasn’t about to stop her.

I needed to look down at my headphones to untangle them, but Sarah had started to roll her hips and to play with the hem of her shirt, lifting it up just enough to expose a bit of her tanned stomach and the sharp shadow of her hipbones that dipped down into the rolled up waist of her pants. Sarah was mischievous, and at times even a little dominating. That is to say, that if I didn’t put my headphones on, I knew she was going to start saying something that I wouldn’t want anyone walking by the office to hear. She was slowly turning around and still rolling her hips. I had the cables mostly unknotted by the time she started to pull down her pants. Sarah has the greatest ass that I have ever seen, round and tight and, to my surprise, a little sunburnt. Hinging at her waist, legs straight, she bent over and pulled her pants down. She turned around and walked back up to the webcam, which for a moment before she sat back down, focused on her hips and her pretty pussy. Her ordinarily pale bikini line was rosy as if she had been sunbathing in the nude.

“I don’t want you to say anything.” She adjusted the angle of the screen, I could just see down the scoop of her neckline. She was obviously touching herself, but I couldn’t see anything but her lips and her cleavage.

“I woke up thinking about you. Thinking about your hard cock. If you were here right now, I would climb on top of you. Do you remember how my pussy feels? I am so wet for you right now. I would climb on top of you, and I would slide your hard cock inside of me, and—“

At this point, a guy from the year ahead of me walked into the room. He nodded and when to the desk in front of mine. I was watching him settle in and pull out his laptop while Sarah kept telling me all of the wonderful things she would do to me if I were there.

She was breathing harder as she described how she missed the feeling of my hard cock in her mouth. She reminded me of last Christmas when, with her whole family in the next room, she had unexpectedly pulled me aside, pulled down my pants and wrapped her lips around my cock. Normally, Sarah was slow, even torturous, but that time she was aggressive, trying to make me come as fast as she could. Her lips and little hand tight around my shaft as she bobbed up and down. When I came, she just stood up smiling and wiped a little cum from the corner of her mouth, while I leaned there against the wall breathing heavy, pants still half pulled down.

Now, she was breathing heavy, and she wasn’t describing anything so much as just saying a string of dirty words.

“Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck, I want your fucking cock. Please. Please.”

Her whole chest was flush. I could hear her chair creak as she rocked back and forth on her fingers. Then that long pause and her breathing started to return to normal. She shifted again in her chair and adjusted the angle of her laptop so that I could see her whole face. She was still completely red.

“I bet you’re so hard right now.”

“Yes,” this first word I had spoken in our conversation.

“It’s too bad that you’re in the office; I could help you right now.”

The rest of the day I was almost trembling with excitement. I wanted nothing more than to go home and think of Sarah, but everything conspired against me. I had a meeting with my advisor that went long and then a shift at the writing center that ended just when I was supposed to meet Dana for tea.

Dana and I hadn’t talked about what had happened, or rather what didn’t happen the other night, and had just returned to our usual routine. I knew I should have canceled getting tea because in my case, I was definitely pretending that things were the same. Every night since then, I had gone to sleep thinking of Dana. Sometimes I would start out thinking of Sarah, but soon I would imagine what would it have been like had I pushed her against the door and let my hand make their way up her nylons. What would she look like when she came? I kept thinking in detail about pulling down her black nylons and revealing her bright pale skin. I imagined her bent over, hands splayed on the door and pushing back against me as we fucked. Her muffled sounds while she tried to stay quiet. Even as she sat in front of me in this busy tea shop with students grouped around us laughing and studying, I wondered what sort of underwear she wore. Was it black like most of her clothes? Looking at the trace of lipstick on her cup, I imagined her red lips wrapped around my cock and the trace they would leave. I asked about her boyfriend, and we talked about classes, students, some faculty gossip. She asked about Sarah, and I told her about our Skype conversation this morning.

“In our office?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me.”

So, I told her. Every detail was still fresh and repeating it here in this public place to Dana made me almost drunk with excitement.

“What did she say?”

“Please, she kept repeating it, Please, please.”

“Did you touch yourself?”

“No, I was in the office.”

“I like that.”

“What part?”

“I like all of it.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ljtb3/mf_dana_part_2_teasing_public_cheating