If you read or remember my confession recent-ish about pleasing my boyfriend during Zoom calls, then you know that I hinted at him returning the favor.
This happened a few weeks back when I still had some studying to do for upcoming exams, thesis research, etc. I decided to do that in my uni’s library because I also had an online seminar in the afternoon, so I could have a quiet spot with good wifi for that. My man and I made plans that day to meet up after he was done with work and I was done with uni shit, so far so good. I headed out in the morning with the intention to directly meet up afterward, so I packed some clothes for our date, at this point I was just being comfy: hair up, glasses on, loose sweat shorts, and a crop top – I genuinely didn’t have a bra to wear, they were all in the wash, what a terrible coincidence….so it was a bit of a “bouncy” day, that already set the mood a bit.
I arrived at the library, made my way through the aisles to gather the required material, and set up camp somewhere in the back. There were a few tucked-away desks and work spaces there, not a lot of people knew about them so it was great to have some peace. A few hours go by and I’m really into the zone, having a great and productive day, my class about to start. Everything is going great, we’re having a fascinating discussion about synaptic interactions when I see a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye. The man was about an hour early! Not that I minded, that meant he was done with work earlier, it was lovely to see him.
I quickly turn the camera off so we could greet each other – it turned into an extended make-out session we hadn’t seen each other in a while, so things are already heating up. Meanwhile, I hear my professor yelling my name, he was very adamant about his students having the cameras on at all times, so annoying. I shoo my bf out of the picture and sit back down to turn the camera on, texting him “I’m so sorry, the seminar is still another 55 min”, to which he just sat down next to me, looking me up and down as if he was thinking very hard. His eyes topped when he reached my tits, only now realizing that I didn’t have a bra on. The library is a bit cold anyways but our affectionate greeting made them stand at attention even more. I felt his gaze on me so I quickly look over at him while trying to concentrate on my neuroscience class, only to see a devilish smirk on the man’s face – something naughty was about to happen.
He leans over to check how close he can get to me before he’s in the camera shot, his hands already on my thighs. Such a bad boy, there weren’t too many possible options of what was about to go down. Spoiler: It was him. He leans down to check the space under the desk, trying to assess if he could fit under there. The man is 6’6, I have no idea how he was able to squat down there for as long as he did, not that I’m complaining. Clearly, he thought it was doable, given how easily he slinked under there, his hands teasing and tickling my inner thighs as he got into position. With one, he moved my loose shorts and panties out of the way, while the other hand slipped under my shirt, kneading my tits before tweaking and pinching my nipples. I’d made sure that my chest wasn’t visible, I didn’t want my professor and class to notice my unsupported breasts.
I was having some slight difficulty looking normal, given what was going on under the desk and I genuinely thought my bf just wanted to mess with me, but he didn’t stop teasing me. His grip on my tit switched from playful and explorative to assertive and possessive, so I glance down to meet his very intense eyes, letting me know what he was about to do. He yanked the fabric of my panties, causing it to rip and snap – the biggest obstacle is now out of the way. I yelped because I didn’t expect him to fucking destroy my panties in a library and ofc my professor heard because I was dumb enough to still have my mike on. He asked me if I wanted to say sth, as my boyfriend’s tongue was slowly approaching my throbbing, slick pussy. I’m pretty sure that I was red and mumbling nonsense but thankfully, my prof let it go and carried on with his presentation.
I make sure to hit the mute button this time around, my fingers trembling to hit the key as my boyfriend has begun to warm me up with slow, painfully slow licks up and down the entire length of my lips. I looked behind us to make sure nobody was around and to my relief, we were completely alone. It was a late class, so the library has already cleared out for the most part. My face is really heating up, my body doing its own thing as the man was speeding up, licks getting shorter and harder while two of his fingers sneakily crept into my pussy – he knew it drove me wild when he entered me with a few fingers, pressing up towards my stomach in a firm, feathering motion. I’m having a very, very hard time stopping myself from making any lewd faces or to start moaning like a hungry whore but I saw a few of my classmates looking at me weirdly. Clearly, it wasn’t working.
I start digging my fingers into my boyfriend’s shoulders and gripping the back of his head to keep myself from falling off my chair, I’m already starting to convulse, hips twitching and gyrating to match the flow of his hot, agile tongue. I had no clue how much time had passed, maybe seconds, maybe 15 minutes, I was in a trance. I feel the heat rushing through my body, nerves just firing pleasure in every direction, I’m about to cum but can’t make a sound…I’m sort of terrified that my asshat of a prof might catch on and I really can’t afford any trouble with this class and yet, I do NOT want my bf to stop, I was so close. He must’ve felt my approval, my need for him to continue as he cranks it up even harder, he pressed his entire face against my pussy at this point, his grip tightening on my hip bone as he finger-fucks me with his other hand, tongue flicking up and down at a crazy speed.
Finally, I literally explode as I climax, my eyes seeing black for a solid minute before I get back to reality. I look at my computer screen and the seminar is carrying on, as usual, nothing strange happened. At least I thought so, I saw the little chat notification on the lower bar on Zoom: a friend dm’d me, asking if I was alright. Apparently, I’d spasmed around in an “Exorcist” fashion…I had nothing clever to say, so I just told her that my leg cramped up, what a muppet. After that awkward bit, I look down to see my boyfriend’s very pleased expression, both my chair and his chin completely soaked with what I can only assume to be my doing. After a cheeky eyebrow wiggle, he climbed out from under the desk, got up, wiped his face off, and pretended as if nothing had happened.
I try to get my bearings, fixed my shorts, dried myself down etc, when I asked him what possessed him, he just said “ah well, you do it to me all the time, I thought it might be fun”. Indeed it was. He gave me one of the most earth-shattering orgasms I’d ever had, just for the lolz.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wm29bh/f_i_got_eaten_out_during_a_zoom_class_while