So I was recently taking a class abroad in Italy for the month of June. One of the staffers in our program was another American, a professor from a different college from mine. I sort of developed a crush on him, but he never showed me any different attention from any other student. He never talked about his personal life, so none of us knew if he was married, or anything.
One night, toward the end of the month, a few of us went out in a group, and I got pretty sick--I couldn't go to class the next day. Throughout the day, some of the staffers poked their heads into our room, to see if I needed anything, was ok, etc. The next day I did feel better, but I decided to skip the morning class session. I was thinking about my crush, just thinking that maybe I'd sneak in a quick one. My roomies were in class, so I was alone, which was very rare. By the time I got my fingers between my legs, I was very aroused. VERY.
I had just started the lightest little circles, so wet, when my crush himself poked his head in to see if I was OK! I froze. And since I was still under the covers, I just pretended to be still sleeping. In reality, my legs were clamped around my hand, and I was terrified that he had somehow seen me. When I didn't respond to him, he walked in and gave me a slight tap on the shoulder, gently calling my name again. Right at that moment, I came like fireworks! It was so powerful that I got completely dizzy, managing to stifle most of my moan. But not all of it.
He took it for a sleepy complaint at being woken up, and he quickly left. And then I "went to town" for at least an hour! I couldn't stop! I get so wet thinking about this, and fantasizing about all the things that could have developed, that I can cum over and over again with the lightest touch. Just writing this has got me ready again!