I love those days when I am just in a world of my own.
This is my second term in college and I am in an old one in the UK. The buildings date right back to the 12th century and the addition of central heating was not well carried out. Consequently some rooms are dramatically overheated while the residences are freezing. So I turned up for a lecture today in my coat and two jumpers.
The lecture theatre was, however, slightly sub tropical and I sat there sweating like crazy. The lecture was a compulsory 'introductory' one where we have to listen to the course outline for the term. Boring as all hell, so soon I was drifting off, feeling the sweat trickle down from under my arms, and also feeling horny.
I wondered what I was like between my legs because my armpits were soaked. I began to imagine I could smell my own scent too after a while. Then, I began to wish I could! I love the scent (and taste) of my pussy juices, and I began to actively will myself to cream into my panties. I imagined my current all-time dirty fantasy which is being brought to the front of a lecture theatre by one of our really old professors and very clincially stripped, fingered then fucked in front of the whole class.
In reality, if I got the chance to fuck one professor in particular I would. He is over 60, but there is something about the sordidness of having his old cock in me that, when in the right mood, really does it for me.
My mind got into a nice little buzz and I sneaked a hand up my skirt to find I was as wet as I thought, and my fingers smelled lovely. 'You jilling again'? came from my right. A girl I know a little had caught not only where my hand went, but that it went to my mouth and nose afterwards. Time for a shock I thought. I put my hand back between my legs and pushed a finger up inside me before withdrawing it and holing it out to her.
'Yeah. Want a taste?' Anna blushed like she would catch fire and I felt kinda angry at her too, so I shoved my fingers forward until they actually touched her lips. Anna wasn't quick enough backing away, so I wrote on my pad, tore it off and gave it to her. This is what I said.
'Anna, I just made you taste my cunt. I'm going to the bathroom now to jill off thinking of you licking me out.'
I picked up my stuff and did exactly that. I went to the nearest bathroom, found a cubicle and pulled down my tights and panties both of which were damp.
I sat on the seat and spread my legs, leaning back.
I got into a rhythm when there was a knock on the door.
I won't go into details, but let's just say Anna found a side of herself that she never suspected existed.
As for me, well, I go both ways, (obviously), but I still want to achieve my fantasy of having the prof fuck my brains out before I leave here.