Dull, throbbing boredom stole over me like a creeping shadow, stifling and annoying beyond belief. I squirmed in my seat, filtering out the lecturer’s voice, and scanned the hall around me. Initially, I had thought the talk sounded promising, but it was turning out to be painfully dull. I was about to make my exit when I noticed them, in the corner of the hall, sitting together half hidden by a pillar. I can’t say what caught my eye—unless it was that theirs were the only two lively faces in the room. But they weren’t listening to the lecture any more than I was.
They were a magical couple, alive with barely controlled passion. I could see it in the way he stroked her bare arm as he pretended to listen to the lecturer’s droning, and in the way her eyes fluttered closed occasionally when his fingers moved near her breast. I was transfixed by the undercurrent of sexuality so beautifully evident in every gesture, every look exchanged.
Clearly, no one else had taken notice of them. Just enough light filtered behind their column to render their faces readable from my vantage point. My pulse quickened as I watched his hand boldly explore the curve of his partner’s breast. My breath grew shallow, and I slipped into her mind, feeling her throat tighten and her sex moisten. She seemed almost to swoon when his hand moved to rest on her bare knee. From there it inched under the hem of her short skirt.
I leaned forward, willing the man’s hand higher on her thigh so that my own pussy would feel its nearness. He was still moving, and the erotic smile on his face betrayed his thoughts. I fought a crazy impulse to moan and closed my thighs instinctively as I felt nectar oozing from my cunt. The lecturer’s drone served as a surrealistic soundtrack to the sexual drama unfolding under the noses of a hundred or more art students. I marveled at their daring. Was this something they did often? They seemed so relaxed and unconcerned.
Now the woman’s bosom rose and fell erratically, and my breathing matched hers. The desire to stroke myself became irresistible, but it was impossible. I settled for the mental masturbation of projecting myself into her mind and body. A spot on my right thigh began to burn where the man’s hand had stopped, and I could feel his tender but willful fingers stroking my naked flesh. I allowed my thighs to part slightly and silently coaxed him to move up toward my burning sex, and I caught a slight trace of my own erotic scent.
My hand crept to my breast, and before I was aware of it I was stroking my nipple. A cough behind me stopped me cold, though I hadn’t been seen. I glanced over behind the pillar, but the couple was gone. Frantically I gathered up my purse and slid from my seat, abandoning the lecture in desperate pursuit of the love-struck couple. Uncertain what I’d do if I found them, I was still eager to do so. I wanted more. I wanted to see them kiss and touch. I wanted to watch them make love.
It was dark and cool outside. I’d left my jacket in the car and thought of fetching it until it dawned on me that my nipples were not hard from cold but from something else. I was literally flirting with orgasm.
Then I saw them, walking briskly hand in hand. They laughed softly, sexily. As they moved, his hand cupped her high, perfect ass through her tight jeans, eliciting a sexy giggle. Their boldness was infectious, and I continued following. I was unfamiliar with this section of campus, and it was hard shadowing the couple up the winding path. They seemed headed for an open space, but suddenly they stopped.
I ducked behind a tall shrub. Moonlight haloed them as they embraced passionately. I could hear her soft whimpering as her lover’s hands started under her shirt, lifting the back of it as he caressed her. She whispered something to him, and they shuffled away from the path into the foliage. I stole forward and found the ideal angle. I could even hear their soft, husky voices as she protested that they could hardly do it here.
His answer was to unbutton her shirt and pull it back on her shoulders. He gently squeezed her breasts through her black bra and then released its clasp. She gasped, and he cupped her firm breasts, pressing his mouth to hers. My body was trembling. A tingling wave of carnal warmth moved from my core outward to my limbs. I could no longer resist, and I knelt, tracing the damp folds between my legs.
The man’s lips traced the graceful line of her neck and down to her breasts. As he nuzzled her soft flesh, it was as if I could feel his tongue flick my erect nipple, which I pinched through my blouse. My other hand was buried in my panties as I crouched, hidden. The woman moaned, and I whispered an echo.
He sucked at her other breast, and then held her close, rubbing his pelvis into hers. I wanted to release the full erection his pants hid, to hold its throbbing length. My engorged clit was demanding attention, and I tweaked it between my thumb and forefinger, building the tingle into a searing wave. I wanted his cock in me, and I fumbled in my purse for my trusty vibrator, sliding it into me but afraid to turn it on, lest its buzzing disturb my quarry.
They obviously felt a similar urge, for he unbuckled his belt, then pushed up her skirt over her long, beautiful legs, kissing his way down her thighs before returning to her breasts as she undid his fly. I looked around, but the area was deserted. I bit my lip as I worked the shaft of the vibrator in and out of me and played with my aroused nipples, wishing his tongue and his cock were taking pleasure in me.
They were naked in the moonlight, her satiny thighs and his long, lean muscles gleaming. His cock was magnificently erect as she reached for it. With my own orgasm building, I strained to watch as she began to pump his massive organ. I wanted to see him come, to have him in my mouth, to swallow his jism. The lucky woman sank to her knees and took him in her mouth as I sped up the rhythm of my finger and dildo fucking, my mouth watering as she swallowed his shaft.
I began to come, the fire rising like mist. I slipped out the vibrator and inserted my fingers, wanting the feel of flesh on flesh. I was quaking, coming constantly. The man’s hips bucked, and I heard him moan as he shot his load into her throat. She took most of it and then pulled free, letting the rest of it arc into the moonlight. He sank to the ground as she licked him clean, making me crouch lower to see them.
She gently massaged him back to hardness, whispering in his ear and kissing his face until he pulled her down and buried his face between her legs. I stifled a moan as I thought of his breath on my clit, and I spread my legs wide in my leafy shelter, rubbing myself to a frenzy as he tongued her clit. She pushed upward to meet his tongue, clearly coming again and again. I held my labia open as I rubbed myself madly, silently begging him to fuck her.
At that moment she urged him upward and flipped over onto her hands and knees, shoving her ass in the air. He knelt behind her and ran his cockhead down her slit, lubricating it with her nectar. She grabbed at the grass as he slid into her, stroking faster and faster, his balls slapping her thighs, until they both came with a guttural cry.
My overpowering orgasm nearly made me shriek and give away my secret. With fingers buried in my cunt, I groaned as he thrust into her in one final, pounding spasm, and my own body shook to the core. They collapsed and lay together whispering for a long time as I came down shakily from my orgasm.
Stealthily setting my clothes to rights, I backed away, out of the bushes, throwing the spent lovers a kiss and silently wishing them well.
—Ms. C.S., Evanston, Illinois