Naughty college urges [F]

Here another story from my naughty past. A time well before I met my husband. After telling him this story years ago, he likes to bring it up when I’m trying to act like I’m an innocent lady.

This takes place back during the heyday of sexual fun, college. When whether being attached or not, meant I could usually find a good time. It was fall of my second year of undergrad. 5’9″ with long brown hair. Being active in the marching band meant I was lean, but finding my body still developing at times. If I recall, I was still a perky C cup at the time.

During this time, I found myself in that wonderful time when you’re just starting a new sexual relationship and all you want to do is be with them and fuck. Getting time together could be tough. Between classes and band practice, it’d been a few days since I’d last seen my new guy.

On the day in question I’d slept as late as I could and still make it to my class. During the night a sexy time had passed through my dreamscape. Waking up wet, but without a chance to remedy the hormonal desires meant I had to throw on whatever clothes I could and dash out that door. Generally being a simple dresser on days like this, I threw on a pair of my favorite jeans, loose t-shirt, and a zip-up hoodie in my school colors.

Getting to the bus just in time, I sat down for the few minute ride across campus. My mind wandered between my sexy dream and my BF who I wouldn’t get to see until the following day. As I day dreamed, I became aware of the seam on my jeans rubbing me the right way as the bus bounced around campus. This stimulation on my labia combined with my thoughts, brought attention to how wet I was becoming. How I wished I was alone to take care of my needs, but alas I surrounded by fellow students. I placed my bag in my lap. I covered my hands as I rubbed the seam from the outside to get a little more pleasure. I closed my eyes to make sure I didn’t see anyone looking as I caressed myself.

Soon the bus stopped outside the building my class was in, I walked to my class, and took a seat in the back. I knew it was going to be a long class and hard to concentrate on the material at hand. The drone of the nondescript aging professor and the brisk temperatures leading to covered up classmates meant my fantasy had to continue without any additional visual aide. My attention soon focused on getting the seam of my jeans back into the right spot. After a few “subtle” movements I found the spot.

With the right movements, I was able to rub the seam along my panties thru to my attention desiring pussy. It felt so good. The sensation of the rib grazing my smooth lips l made me to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. Losing myself to my wants, I drifted in and out of attention to the class. I wanted to loosen my pants and slide my hand down to my hungry twat. To guide my wet fingers over my clit and into my waiting pleasure. I’m sure a few in the class wouldn’t mind the show?

Finally class was over and I rushed to put my things in bag. Knowing I wouldn’t last through another class, I ducked into the nearest women’s room. It was an older building where most of the restrooms were smaller. This one only had three stalls. Glancing in I see that one is taken and a few ladies are at the mirrors. I quickly take the closest one to the door.

I peeled my jeans down to my feet. The ladies at the sinks move on. Then I pulled my panties down. The simple cotton panties were darkened with my juices. A string of grool clung to the darkest of patches as I lowered them to my feet as well.

I slipped my fingers over my landing strip and down to my smooth labia as the other patron finished her business. I bit my lip hard wanting to moan as I reached my clit. My body twitched with the sensation. The other lady finished and walked out the door leaving me the chance to finally release a few quiet moans.

I figured I didn’t have much time, so I worked my pearl hard between my fingers. Pausing the circles to slip two fingers into my pussy and drag more of nature’s lubricant out. Working harder I could hear people outside the door coming and going. Getting closer I imagined how good it’d be to have my BFs dick throbbing inside me.

Then someone walked in and headed for a vacant stall. I was too close to stop now. I kept rubbing my clit in circles quickly. Moving my free hand under my shirt, I could feel my stiff nipples wanting attention too. I rubbed them and continued circled my clit.

Panting and holding my moans, I was about to cum. The sound of my wet pussy echoed in my stall as I worked myself. Pinching my clit between my fingers was the final need. Throwing my head back, I know I had to groan as the endorphins shot through my body. I braced myself against the stall door as I kept rubbing. I twitched and panted until the sensations were too much.

I was still catching my breath as I remembered the other lady. She was washing her hands at the sink. Pretty sure she’d heard most of my fun, I decided to wait until she was out the door to step out. Once she was out, I quickly dressed myself, washed up, and left the building satisfied just enough to make it until I could enjoy a real cock.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o76rai/naughty_college_urges_f