God! It's only 1:25, I can't believe how fuckin' slow this ridiculous lecture is going. Who really cares about the social impact of global warming on some half-assed, sub-tropical Central American country?
The only thing that keeps my interest at all this afternoon is the tiny little ribbon-like material that runs across the lower back of that sexy blond who sits diagonally in front of me. She's always there, showing off her magnificent body. She knows how much it excites me. Her exposed thong rests on top of her beautifully tanned hips, just below her purple flowered tattoo, a short ways above her faded blue denim mini skirt. Where it ties in the back, there is a small cluster of tiny white pearls. Half a dozen of the little pale beads continue down the satin strand that disappears between those luscious rounded globes. God, she has a spectacular, tight, little ass!
I imagine letting my tongue follow that narrow scarlet runway down into the darkness. There's a sex charged tingle in my balls, and my cock starts to swell as I imagine what lies below. With my hands firmly grasping each firm cheek, I could linger a moment or two at her dark little ass bud before inching my way ever so slowly along to her musky, sweet sex slit.
Her nicely trimmed bush is hidden within the smooth, silky fabric of her thong, but it doesn't matter. I rub my nose up and down along that ever-moistening special spot, getting her hotter and hotter.
My tongue unconsciously swirls around in my mouth as I think about her tight, moist pussy. I adjust my cock a little, as it continues to grow, getting ever harder and harder.
As my daydream continues, she looks back at me. Could she possibly know what thoughts were exciting me so? Does she realize that I am fantasizing about having sex with her - right here in the lecture hall? Slowly I open my lips and my tongue glides across my upper lip, not much, but just enough to let her know what I am thinking. A little grin and a silent chuckle acknowledge my thoughts.
She turns away and my mental game continues. I imagined being tied to my bed, tightly spread-eagle and unable to move, while she straddles my chest, letting her magnificent snatch grind slowly upon my face. She would swirl her sexy treasure across my nose and let my tongue probe deeply into her hot, lusty twat. I'd lay there helplessly as she'd squeeze my balls and rub my rock-hard cock between her palms. Her fingernails would dig in, leaving long almost visible red trails up and down my sex shaft. Hours would go by. My tongue would bring her off so many times. She'd shake and moan and I'd drink from her fountain, over and over again, while she kept me forever on the edge, never letting me blow. I'm her slave and don't deserve that right.
Suddenly the bell rang. Everyone got up to leave the hall and I sat there with a raging hard-on. "You coming?" she asked.
As I started to get up, she noticed. A long ridge of hard, hungry cock showed obscenely obvious in my skinny tight-fitting jeans.
"What you been thinking about?"
"You and that tiny red thong," I responded.
"Too bad, but you're going to have to wait. I've got a chem lab for the next two hours this afternoon."
"You could skip it, you know?"
"No, I don't think so."
We took our time and were the last ones to leave the lectu