Equations of Arousal [sole female] [masturbation] [public] [toy] [college math class] [squirting]

One foot in front of the other. That was the mantra echoing in the mind of Kaci, barely competing with the noise of a maelstrom of other thoughts as her feet carried her slowly and dazedly to the front of the classroom.

A chill ran through from the tips of her toes up to the very thick shock of auburn hair that adorned her head; the collective judgemental gaze of her classmates simultaneously pierced her to the core, boiled the blood coursing through her veins, and caused a film of sweat to dampen her forehead.

*How is it possible to feel so many different things all at once? Why did I ever think this was a good idea? What was the question again?* Rapid fire questions swarmed and overtook her brain and before long her train of thought had passed so many of its normally scheduled stops that she wasn’t really even sure if she was in the same world anymore.

But above all else, she felt *it*. The inexorable presence between her legs that had derailed her entire afternoon. A small piece of vibrating molded silicone, seemingly so innocuous, but like an ember its vibrations emanated a heat that burned her thoroughly, continuously. Its presence in her pussy rolling as waves out to her thighs, her core, her breasts, and especially to her brain.

With every palpitation of her heart, every step that carried her forward, every breath that filled her lungs, she felt its curves shift and press into the tender contours of her walls, dancing to a torturous rhythm around her g-spot but depriving her of the contact, of the pressure that her body was practically begging for to gain the sweet release, the warm glow of the dopamine entering her bloodstream.

The numbers making up the math equation on the whiteboard before her may as well have been hieroglyphics flashing before her eyes. They may have even made more sense to her while struggling with the labyrinthine, sexually-charged stupor her brain was lost in. Kaci nervously played with the hem of her t-shirt as her emerald eyes darted from figure to figure listlessly, fighting and failing to make sense of what was before her.

Kaci’s hand, as if possessed, procured a marker from the tray below the board and began to work out the equation that lay before her, step by step, as if by some kind of instinct. The marker waltzed about the board, fabricating number after number, while Kaci’s cheeks burned and the walls of her pussy undulated around the swaying and relentless tremors of the toy inside her.

She could feel the moisture between her legs, slowly exuding from around the object of her torment and absorbing into the thin fabric of her cotton panties. *Good God, I hope I haven’t soaked through my panties,* she mentally sighed to herself. Now at the forefront of her thoughts, the picture of how bold and pronounced the stain in her jeans left by the juices of her arousal had to be. *Everyone must be staring at it. Why did I wear the jeggings today?*

The vibrations ripping through her vaginal walls were slowly teasing the head of the toy closer and closer to her g-spot while the intermittent, arrhythmic demanding pulsations of her clit that begged for her attention formed different type of equation, one that juxtaposed her body spiraling towards a mind-shattering orgasm at the mechanical whim of the toy filling her drenched pussy against her rational brain’s necessity to solve the math problem before her eyes.

The beat of the contractions of her pussy walls steadily increased in tempo as the marker glided across the board. With every number scrawled, she reassured herself that as soon as she had a solution for the teacher, she would retreat to the bathroom to give her quivering pussy the love it needed so desperately. She could feel the muscles in her pussy tingling and tightening. And so the pace of Kaci’s hand quickened, her normally deliberate and steady pen strokes becoming wilder by the moment.

With unsteady hands, she scribbled the last numbers down and tried to cap the marker. Once, twice, three times she missed, leaving green stains on her fingers, until she succeeded. The silence, the anticipation of the teacher’s approval of her work seemed like an eternity under the weight of the sheer need to cum she was experiencing. After a moment that seemed like an hour, she heard the magic words, “Good work, Kaci” escape from her teacher’s lips.

And with that, she took off like a shot out of the room and down the hallway. Her stride was like a woman on a mission, her steps long and quick, though her legs were growing rubbery and her head swam in a sea of perverted images and fantasies. Kaci crashed through the bathroom door and nearly ran into the closest stall before jerking the door closed and slamming the latch into place.

In one fluid motion Kaci jerked her jeggings down to her ankles and threw her bottom fell onto the toilet. She wasted no time spreading her legs open and the hum of the vibrations flooded out and reverberated off the tiles. As her fingers greedily pressed at the base of the toy lodged in the clenching walls of her pussy, a long, low moan escaped Kaci’s lips and mingled with the moist squelching of her juices and with the toy’s whirring motor to form a symphony of perverted need.  

Realizing the risks of moaning so greedily in a public restroom, Kaci narrowed her lips and dug her teeth into them to keep her mouth shut. In their place were high pitched whimpers that formed in the back of her throat and escaped through her nose with each thrust of the toy into her leaking pussy. The fingers of her other hand had found their way to her clit, and the slightest touch caused her to arch her back and throw her head back.

The pace of her breathing was increasing and becoming more urgent, and the whimpers were becoming higher and higher pitch. Kaci gripped the slick, rumbling toy and began fucking her hole in earnest as her fingers stroked across her throbbing clit with the speed and pressure of a woman possessed.

As her arousal built up, the intensity of her thrusting grew and the assault on her clit continued, Kaci was feeling a strange mixture of feelings, both familiar and alien. The muscles in her core, her thighs, her calves all tensed to their upper limits; her chest heaved and her perky b-cup breasts quivered from her shallow, machine gun-like breaths.

Kaci clenched her teeth, shut her eyes tight, and her whimpers grew together into one long, high-pitched whine as she got closer and closer to the peak of orgasm. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and wanted nothing more than to leap from the precipice so she could fall and drown in a sea of orgasmic bliss.

With one sharp inhalation, her voice caught and became little more than a series of squeaks as her pussy clenched harder than it ever had before shooting her toy out like a missile. As it bounced on the floor and rumbled about aimlessly, Kaci saw stars and felt her entire body convulse. The rhythmic clenching of her pussy was so intense and her engorged clit was basking in the attention her fingers were providing to it, that Kaci felt herself being carried away by the waves of pleasure that were washing over her brain.

Her orgasm seemed to just go on and on as long as her fingers were firmly pressed against her clit, and after what felt like minutes the burning heat seemed to overwhelm her and Kaci could no longer stand the intense sensations.

The bathroom was filled only with the sounds of Kaci’s heavy breathing. Her body was sprawled across the toilet, her shapely ass hanging off the seat with the small of her back acting as the fulcrum her form was balanced upon.

“Holy. Shit,” A voice called out in Kaci’s brain. The only reaction Kaci could muster was to giggle, “Right?” aloud. The glow of the dopamine rush had her so relaxed that she couldn’t be bothered to move or do anything more than giggle dumbly.

“You just squirted all over me.”

A pregnant pause was what it took to jostle Kaci from her orgasmic stupor, as her brain finally processed that it wasn’t her that was talking to herself. It was another human being. Kaci’s eyes shot open and she sat up so quickly that she almost fell to the floor.

A young, blonde-haired woman stood over Kaci wearing an expression on her face that was somewhere between irritation and intrigue. She wore a green sundress, which had wet stains on the front that Kaci quickly pieced together were caused by the most epic orgasm she had ever had, which quickly derailed her train of thought from the sheer horror of cumming on a stranger to a brief moment of *Holy shit I just squirted for the first time in my life!* and then back to sheer horror in a fraction of a second. She glanced down and saw that there were small puddles on the floor around this woman, as well as on and around her sneakers.

All Kaci could do was look up at her and desperately attempt to form some sort of apology. Panic was setting in as paranoid thoughts of being expelled or arrested and winding up on the sex offender registry overtook her ability to be rational. The result of this lethal combination was what appeared to be a poor impression of a fish, as Kaci could only stare at the victim of her orgasm wide-eyed and move her mouth wordlessly.

*to be continued*

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9di67m/equations_of_arousal_sole_female_masturbation