[F4A] I hope no one notices...

I came into class five minutes early, thighs pressing tightly together as I took a seat with enough haste that should anyone - it was a morning class, so luck was on my side - be paying attention they would have easily noticed how nerve-wracked I was. I hadn’t even drunk any coffee, exhilaration from what I was about to do making sure that absolutely everything could be heard through the crystal clearness of my mind. Every action was seen, a simple twitch, a turn of the head against the morning haze or the numerous bedheads that lay around me. They couldn’t have been staring at me, well, at least not for the reason I was worried about but even though I knew that in my head, the wet spot below my skirt was not one to lend itself to such logic.

Deep breaths, no one will notice a thing, I told myself, squirming about as I waited for the room to fill up. I knew I shouldn’t, that I really should be waiting until after class, but some needs refuse to listen to such things like common sense and societal norms. Legs pressed together, I took another look around to make sure no one was paying attention, the hairs on my neck instantly raising as a shiver ran down my spine. My hand found itself pressed between legs atop the thin fabric of my skirt, cheeks reddening as my head bowed down, hoping my hair would cover up my face. It didn’t entirely, but it helped a little.

The room had slowly began to fill up, mostly zombies - again, morning classes weren’t exactly famed for much else - trudging along and taking their seats. Please don’t hear me, please don’t hear me, I prayed as my breathing became more and more shallow, ragged with the pressure and slight twitches of my hips. I’d always been rather quick to cum, sensitive to any touch but this… having so many unaware of my state as I touched myself right next to them. A soft gasp passed through my lips as my finger tensed and accidentally crossed my engorged clit, head swimming as for a moment I swore my vision darkened.

Why is this so fucking hot!? I screamed internally, beginning to ease the tension with a gentle gyration of two fingers, doing my best to shuffle as I could beneath the desk. My thoughts strayed to what would happen after class, the unsuspecting souls that would come across the puddle I’d left behind and the more attentive of the morning-goers who would catch a glimpse of the shimmering between my trembling legs as I awkwardly hurried out of class. I tensed up for a moment, coiling into myself as a tremor of pleasure shook me, an audible, barely audible but I heard it, moan sprinting through my lips before I could stop it.

No, instead I only made it worse with a slight wheezing sound at the clenching of my throat, my hand shooting up like lightning as I did my best impression of a statue. A squirmy, hands pressing down on the desk and thighs playing anaconda with one another statue. Perhaps there was a small part of me that did want someone to notice, to smell my drenched pussy and confront me...

Another wave shook me, this time my chair came along for the ride as I scooted back. It was beginning to leak down, the dampness tickling at my taint and brushing against the inner confines of my thighs. It was childish to an extent, keeping my eyes glued to the desk and pretending that if I didn’t see them, that they wouldn’t see me. For once in my life, I was thankful for the morning haze that kept most eyes in the region of semi-closed.

My hand slowly slithered down the wood, fingers excitedly drumming the air before I moved underneath the - I swear it wasn’t when I first entered - skimpy clothing. The material of my panties was nowhere near thick enough to dull the sensation as I dropped my head another notch at the first electrifying touch, lips pulled into a circle as the heated air in my lungs escaped through a, thankfully, silent moan.

Each finger dragged up, getting caught on the intricate detail woven into the fabric and jumping along my lips in ragged motions, my legs trembling and body being set alight by the sensations. The sheer intensity enhanced every single touch until it felt as if I’d hot pokers for digits along the swollen lips.

“Mmm…” I groaned out as I reached my burning clit, eyes closed as arousal washed over and offered me the ‘Who gives a fuck?’ attitude. For a moment. But, oh god was that a mind blowing moment as all shame and embarrassment fell away in favour of the delectable pleasure. Both returned twofold as I felt the conflagration spike along my cheeks. I was getting close, and just a few more touches, even the light brushing alone would suffice in the ridiculous state I’d dragged myself into.

I’d long passed the point of no return, this was just the realisation of it as I kicked my fingers into working. Blushing like a madwoman, I edged forwards both on my seat and towards the climax with gyrating hips, momentarily wondering what it would be like to have a face instead of a seat as I rubbed my ass all over it in the titillation that had taken over. No longer was I in control, only able to grit my teeth and stifle my breath as I warded off the impending rush of pleasure.

“F-f-fuck…” I stammered out beneath my breath, the chair beneath me vibrating thanks to an inconsiderate, pleasure-wracked body as my nails dug into the table, pain shooting through my arm to accentuate the divine warping of my entire form. Walls convulsing, muscles crying and my head drifting off beneath the waves, the aforementioned puddle was created.

Prompt Status: Closed

Dirty Me

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