EroticReverie

*commissioned*

I spend a little time in the bathroom before the faculty meeting, where we all will give our requests for guest speakers for our classes among other things. 

I make sure the cum stain in my fucking pants isnt leaking through the fabric, and thankfully it's not, so I do as much of a clean up as I can, checking my watch wondering if I have time to relieve another load, because just thinking about what Sam just did to me in class, has my cock twitching. 

Jesus christ, I've not had this ind of reaction to a girl since highschool. Not even with my wife. Sure I was attracted to my wife when we first met, and she used to turn me on like hell, but even the mere thought of Sam, whether filthy thoughts or not, cause my dick to react. She'd owned my cock and had all it's attention before she even started flirting with me. 

I remember the first day i'd sat with her during her interview, she was calm and collected, and she worn a black pencil skirt and white blouse with a black blazer. I could tell she was trying to hide her breasts. She surely thought the fact she had a great set of tits would make us take her less seriously. I guess she was half right, because all I thought about during her interview were those tits, fighting to bust the button on her blazer, and me imagining her without a blouse on , and just her blazer. Of course she had great appeal for other reasons, such as her experience and drive, and she was smart as hell. But I hadn't discovered that until later on reviewing the notes of the others at the interview and her resume. 

I'd like to say that I wasn't a huge fucking pervert, that I didnt go to the rest room right after the interviews were done and imagine Sam in her tight little skirt, sans blouse and blazer, rubbing those fantastic tits in my face, or all over my cock. I'd imagined what her nipples would like, how hard they got, or how far the stuck out when she was turned on, of if she had small nipples that I'd have to spend my time sucking to train them. My guilt was strong that day, and made it impossibly hard to cum in the bathroom. My mind was going back and forth between dirty thoughts of Sam, to my wife, to Sam, to having to confess my sins of thinking of another woman while pleasuring myself. 

But there was no time today to get off in the stall, because the meeting was in 10 minutes, and I wanted to get to make sure Sam and I sat in the back. 

The faculty meeting today was being held in an auditorium, it was a small sized auditorium that was often used for classes that involved plenty of public speaking. 

When walking in I turned my head finding Sam sitting a few rows from the back, there were maybe 15 rows or so with about 10 seats across. It was almost like a small movie theatre, with the projector on the stage set up to display on a large white pull down screen, the topics we'd be discussing today. 

I had no reason to participate today, other than to listen. I had to requests to put in as far as any of the topics they were covering. So I walked over to Sam and sat down beside her. 

"Everything alright?" She asked looking at me with a smile as I settled into my seat. 

"Other than the fact my dick likes you way too much, yes. Everything is alright." I say , prompting a little giggle from her, and I watch her cross her legs as she turns slightly in her seat, talking quietly as other teachers and TA's walk in, claiming seats further ahead, a few settling in the middle rows. 

"That's a problem?" She asks cocking her head and I just smile , the corner of my lip turning up and I look down at her bare knee then back up at her. 

"Yes. It is when I need to walk around campus, and have to worry about offending female students with a blatant erection in my pants. 

Sam giggles and leans over slightly. 

"I can take care of you again if you'd like." she whispers and cocks a brows devilishly. 

"You keep your little hands to yourself Goldman." I eye her and she licks her lips. 

"What about my mouth?" she purses her lips with a satisfied little smirk when my eyebrows automatically jump at the thought. 

"Definitely not. Not here anyways. But yes to your mouth, at another time." I say and she laughs and nods. 

"Fair enough. Let me know if you change your mind Crosby, because my mouth is watering just thinking about it." she says quietly, shifting back in her seat facing forward. 

I swallow hard, thinking about her going down on me like a pair of teenagers in the back of a movie theatre. Would she actually do that? Surely not. I think to myself and let out a sigh as I feel my dick get hard again. Jesus christ. 

"Mmm" she purrs , and I look to her, her eyes trained on my lap. 

"Change your mind so soon?" she asks with a playful smirk as she looks up at me. 

"You're the devil." I say. Believing my own words. She had to be the devil. Sent to test me. And i'd failed fucking miserably. 

"Mmmm, that's not nice." she says quietly. "I doubt the devil could suck your cock as well as I can." she says and licks her lips. 

I was going to punish Sam. I was going to get her alone after this and turn her ass cherry fucking red for being such an impossibly hot fucking tease. 

"I doubt there's any blow jobs at all in hell." she grins. 

I cock my brow. 

One of the professors starts to speak on stage and Sam and I go silent. 

The first 10-15 minutes of the meetings are usually just going over spending, and estimated amounts of spending still left for each class, and going over fundraising ideas, as well as recent donations made to the college by parents or alumni or anyone else. 

Obviously everyone is turned forward , except for the one speaking on stage, but hasn't looked up once at all while going over the papers in front of him, reading them out loud. Since I can't take it any longer, having her this close and not having my hands on her, I reach over and place my hand on her knee, prompting her to look at me.

she cocks a brow, and barely whispers. "Change your mind?" she asks with a grin and goes to reach over into my lap, to grab my dick through my pants, and I lift my hand from her knee, grabbing her , stopping her, and shaking my head at her. 

She gives a little pout. 

"Pretty please?" she whispers and gives me playfully little puppy dog eyes and then smiles. 

I shake my head and place my hand back on her knee. 

"You're no fun." she whispers and looks straight ahead again. 

I brush my thumb over her knee then slide my hand up slowly, , moving the hem of her dress up as the side of my hand pushes it. I feel her tense slightly, and then i slip my fingers around her thigh and pull at her gently, getting her to uncross her legs. Then I continue to pull at her inner thigh, making her spread them for me. 

I hear her inhale and grin as my fingers brush the inside of her thigh. It's cute to watch her be the nervous one now. It's also extremely fucking hot how she spreads her knees even further apart, leaning back in her seat, acting casual, as if she's simply relaxing into the meeting, but instead is inviting me to touch her.

I grab at her inner thigh, gripping it and notice her squirm and then turn my head. 

She turns hers to look at me. 

"You need to stay still Sam." I say barely audible. 

She gives me a slight nod but her eyes look worried, and possibly pained, as if she doesnt think she'll be able to, and that makes it even hotter. 

I look forward, but my hand slides up between her legs, and I find her without any panties, and my cock throbs in my fucking pants, as my fingers are met by her hot wet cunt. 

"Jesus" I mutter. 

I feel her hips roll slightly in her seat as my finger pushes between her lips and pushes down her slit, and I curl my finger into her. 

I hear her breath hitch as she moves slightly. I pause my finger inside of her and turn to look at her. Her face says it all, she's so fucking horny right now, and this is hard for her, being quiet, staying still. I grin and lean into to her ear and whisper. 

"Be a good girl Sam" I say as I pull my finger out and then sink it back in as much as I can like this. 

"You're a bad girl for not wearing any panties Sam" I tell her. 

"Did you take them off , hoping I'd have you just like this....spread open and getting fingered?" he asks. 

She shakes her head. 

"Then why arent you wearing any?" I ask as her mouth parts when my finger slides up and up over her clit, rubbing it. Her head lolls to the side as she closes her eyes and bites her lip, and I look to the front of the auditorium, keeping any eye out for anyone who may turn, or if they professor speaking ever looks up. 

"Because they were too wet to wear." she whispers. 

My cock moves in my pants, pressing so fucking hard against my briefs and pants, ready to fucking rip through the fabric. That was the hottest admission I could've heard at that point. Knowing she'd gotten so turned on jerking me off, that she'd soaked her panties so much, that she'd taken them off. 

I turn my head to look at her. 

"quit making that face Sam" I whisper, as she looks at me , open mouthed, panting silently , her eyelids heavy. 

"Try to act like you're not a slut being fingered in front of your peers." I tell her and she bites her lip. 

"I can't" she breathes and I grin. 

"I'll stop." I warn her. 

She shakes her head. "no." she breathes quietly. 

I lean in again as I slide my finger back down and push it inside her, feeling her hips lift from her seat as she pushes with one hand on the seat beside her and lifts her ass. 

"Patrick" she looks at me, pleading with me. 

"Let's leave" she whispers. 

I grin. 

Because technically, we could leave. We have no reason to be here after the first fifteen minutes are over, but I want her to know what it's like to cum in a room full of people who have no idea what a little whore she's being. 

Part of me wonders if any other professors have relationships with their TA's, or their students even. If anyone else has every fingered a wet, forbidden pussy in this auditorium while listening to the boring monotone of the committee speaking. 

She inhales sharply as my hand moves, my finger coming out and going to her clit again where I rub it , soaking it with the juices from her cunt. 

I feel her legs tremble, and her hand reaches for my wrists , she holds it, keeping my hand there, silently telling me to continue just like this.

Her face is going in and out of expressions, and I can tell she trying as hard as she can to remain casual and calm but her little wince, and the way she bites her lip so fucking as I continue, it's damn hot and I swear I'm going to cum in my pants again, just from being able to get her off like this. 

I slide my finger back down, up into her, pumping it in and out as fast as I can without looking like I'm actually going to town on her pussy with my finger, if anyone looks at us. 

A second finger joins and she slips slightly in her seat, her ass pushing forward, her legs spreading even wider, as she braces herself and I can't stop myself from going harder, faster, keeping my eyes on the front of the auditorium, and then stopping when I hear her wet pussy. It's an unmistakable sound, one that nobody can hear, so I slow down and look over and find Sam basically a puddle in her seat. I grin and then slide my fingers out and go back to her clit. 

I can tell she cums, seconds later when her hands grip at her seat and her hips vibrate as her legs tremble wildly 

. Even without the sweet sounds of her moans and screams, she's so fucking hot as she struggles to keep silent, that I fucking cum in pants at the sight of her.  I've never gotten off without even being touched. Never. 

I was fucking done for with Sam. How could the sight of her simply cumming be enough to make me follow suit? I clenched my jaw and rubbed her clit until her hand grabbed mine and she brought it to a stop , shaking her head and snapping her legs closed. 

I withdrew my hand and watched as she breathed , her chest rising and falling, and I watched the smile that fell over her face as she closed her eyes and cupped her pussy with her hand. 

She sat up straighter after a moment and pulled her dress down and looked to me. 

"thank you." she said, and I grinned, loving that she just thanked me for getting her off. 

"No problem." I wink and look forward, placing my hand on her knee again, wiping my wet fingers on skin, cleaning them off. 

I catch her licking her lips and watching me wipe her cum on her. 

She leans over and whispers. 

"Let's go fuck somewhere"