During my first semester of college my roommate was constantly in our dorm room either sleeping or studying which left me very little privacy to take care of my needs at the time. After weeks of not being able to get myself off, I had so much sexual frustration I knew I was going to blow at any minute.
Well the day it happened I was out studying at my university’s library. I’m not exactly sure what triggered it. One second I was studying the molecular structure of a cell and the next I was absolutely certain that I needed to cum. Right then and right there.
Of course I had a bit more self restraint than that. The library at the school I attended was a pretty large one made up of two buildings only connected through the first floor and the basement. One was larger than the other and seemed to be the one nearly everyone used and the other a smaller building that everyone seemed to forgot existed -the perfect place to study (and the perfect place to masturbate as I was about to find out).
After a few uncomfortable seconds of trying to ignore the feeling and squeezing my thighs together, I quickly packed up my belongings and went in search of more privacy. I ended up finding my way to the only bathroom on the floor. It was small, only two stalls, empty, and dimly lit. Perfect.
I threw myself into a stall, pulled down my pants, sat on the seat, and slowly began to rub my clit. God I just remember it feeling so good to finally be able to touch myself.
I was wet in seconds and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped as I shoved two fingers inside me. I can’t say for sure exactly how long I was in there fucking myself for but what I can say is that when I did cum god did I cum hard - creating a mess on the seat.
I quickly caught my breath and pulled my panties back up(there’s just something about sitting in my own cum just really turned me on at the time) and exited the stall into (what I thought was) the empty bathroom.
So imagine my surprise (and mortification) when there was a group of girls waiting for a stall to open up. I don’t think I’ve ever run out of a room as quickly as I did that day. I knew, just knew, that they knew exactly what I was up to. But as I started the long walk back to my dorm (at that point there was no way I was staying at the library) that mortification changed into something else. Excitement.
So later, when I got back to my dorm and discovered my roommate was already there and laying in bed, I slipped into my own bed, pulled the covers up over me, and started round two - deciding that I didn’t need the privacy at all.
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