Daydreaming 102

You've been thinking about it all day. Ever since you saw that video this morning and you didn't have time to masturbate before your first lecture, the way she gasped and grinds against the fabric of her wedgie, pulled tight against her pussy by a set of strong hands has been playing in your head over and over again as you pretend to listen to the lesson happening in front of you.

God, you wish it was you. Panties snatched and yanked half way up your back before you even realise someone's there. The relentless pull as the fabric slices into you. The embarrassed flush as the taught fabric slides against your clit and you can't help but moan.

You look down at your book and realise you haven't written anything but the title your college lecturer put on the board first thing. You huff and decide to give up on the lesson, with your pussy tingling like this there no way you're going to be able to focus, you can ask someone for the notes later.

You're not sure how long you're staring off into the middle distance thinking of the looping grinding and gasps, perfect pink panties stretched taught against that smooth back before you realise everyone's moving. You've been dismissed for lunch, and you realise you still have another 4 hours of teasing yourself because you can do something about the tingling.

As you pack up your things and head towards the college cafe, you briefly consider popping into the bathrooms down the corridor to release some of the building pressure, but you quickly dismiss the idea when three girls from your class walk in there laughing. Too many people always coming in and out, and could you image the humiliation of being caught with your hands down your panties (or in your case, pulling them up) in the middle of college.

No, no, you'll just have to wait.

Though, that does light up the perverted part of your brain. Thinking about those three girls you barely know ganging up on you, forcing you to bend over the sink as they yank down your jeans and play with your privates. Your flush cheeks leaning against the cool porcelain as they taunt you, calling you all kinds of names as they fondle you and-

You ram right into someone, hard.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" They yell.

You look up and the person you bumped into, a girl you vaguely recognise from around campus, is standing in front of you covered in her own lunch.

You grimace, "I'm so sorry," you reach for some tissues on a near by table and start to blot the fabric covering her chest before you notice what you're doing. You shove the tissues in her direction, "I should have been looking where I was going, too busy in my own head."

You reach into your bag, and fumble with your wallet, "let me- let me buy you a new sandwich." You say, shoving some notes in her direction as well.

She glares at you between trying to clean the oily stains off of her shirt and grabbing the money, "whatever," she says before storming off towards the bathrooms.

You hurry out of the cafe upon noticing that everyone in there was looking at you. You'll just have to get something else for lunch. There's a vending machine down the corridor somewhere, that'll have to do.

As you make your way there, pussy still all lit up, you can't help but think of other ways the incident in the cafe could have gone.

What if instead of accepting the money she wanted something else:

"Gimme your shirt," she said.

Your jaw drops, "what?"

"You ruined my shirt, so you have to give me yours." She says, hand out waiting.

You have no choice, you suppose. You reach for the hem of your shirt and shrivel up as you realise that everyone in the canteen is watching. The girl is getting impatient, so you reluctantly pull your white t-shirt over your head and hand it over. Quickly crossing your arms over your chest to preserve your modesty.

"And the jeans?" She says pointing to the tiniest little stain on the thigh of her kakis.

Everyone laughs as you blush and you're forced to spend the rest of the day in your underwear.

Or, or, what if she decided to give you a spanking as punishment. Throw you over the nearest table and forces your jeans down to your knees. Bringing her greasy palms down to spank your ass again and again until there's slippery red hand prints decorating your cheeks.

Or what if-

"Ahem"

You jump, startled out of your thoughts.

"Is it really that tough a decision?" The boy standing next to you laughs.

You blink and realise you've been standing staring at the vending machine for who knows how long. You laugh lightly, shoving some change into the coin slot and punching in a random combination. Swiftly grabbing your things, you bolt down the corridor.

Ew, You hate salt and vinegar crisps but you can't hang about any longer.

You push all thoughts of wedgies and fingers and panties out of your head. You're not working tonight so you just have to make it through a couple more hours then you can go home and fuck your own hand for the rest of the night. Just a few more hours.

Just before you're expected back for your next lecture, you hurry to the bathroom to splash water on your face in a pitiful attempt at a cold shower. But your pussy still begs for some stimulation.

You try to pay attention during the lecture. You promise you do, but with the persistent ache in your cunt and the droning voice of your lecturer being so easy to ignore, you quickly slip back into your day dreams.

Thoughts of fingers and tongues and a particularly powerful vibrator plague your mind.

You're dreaming of your work place bully finger fucking you over the counter while you take orders when you're startled out of your thoughts again by some people in your row laughing at something.

You become paranoid that they're laughing at you, that you'd maybe gotten a little freaky while day dreaming without realising. So you give yourself a shake and try to focus on the lecture once again.

With an hour still to go, you decide to distract yourself by going on your phone, you're not paying attention anyways.

You click onto Reddit, hoping for some memes or stories to keep your busy mind occupied until you can go make friends with your fingers. Unfortunately, you forgot to click out of that fantastic wedgie video this morning, and even though you close the tab the second you see those pink panties, a long moan still echos through the lecture hall.

Heat rushes to your face as the people around you laugh and your tutor tries to calm down his class.

All you can hope for is that no one actually saw the video, just heard it. It's one thing for everyone to know you were watching porn, but another for them to know you were getting off to someone getting fucked by their own panties.

It's several minutes before the class is calmed down enough for the lecture to continue, but even now with your head ducked down you can still feel the amused stares of your classmates all around you. But the humiliation does nothing to curb how fucking horny you are, if anything you feel yourself getting wetter.

Against your better judgement, you spend the last hours of class thinking about all the ridiculous ways your class could take advantage of you;

The people sitting on either side of you working together to explore your body while the rest of the hall watches on.

Another horny girl forcing you to fuck her with your tongue under her desk.

Someone forcing you to masturbate for everyone to see.

Those girls from the bathroom earlier deciding to help you recreate the video that started all this.

Oh or, a group of people catching you after class to-

For the second time that day you realise late that people are moving.

You hear a few less than savoury comments thrown your way as you make your way to the exit, but you ignore them. You have to get out there quickly, for the sake of your reputation and your pussy. You can deal with the fall out tomorrow.

It's a 15 minute walk back to your flat, but you don't even make it 5 minutes off campus before the pulsing in your cunt becomes too much.

You slow to a stop and lean against a small brick wall. Your hole aches painfully and you don't think you can walk any further, your folds rubbing together with each step. You try for one or two more steps before stopping and clamping a hand down on your throbbing pussy.

Nope, no. Can't do it. You've never been so horny in your entire life, there's no way you're getting home like this.

You can't keep standing here in the middle of the street cupping your vagina. So you quickly dip behind the stone wall.

You had planned to wait out the fire between your thighs so you can make it home but that doesn't look like it's happening any time soon.

You've always been interested in exhibitionism, but you hadn't quite expected to explore it like this, today, stuck behind a random wall on the high street. But at this point, your crotch is making the decisions.

You take one deep breath before reaching down into your jeans and rubbing yourself gently over your underwear. You're both surprised and embarrassed by how wet you are even through the panties.

You decide to go all in, siting up slightly so you can slide your jeans down to your ankles and settle back down on the grass. Your stomach flips as your thighs and panties are exposed to the open air.

You give a gentle tug to the hem on the front of your panties and, holy shit, tears well up in your eyes and you think you might cry, even this is too much for your sensitive parts. You bite down on your lip harshly to keep from moaning as you continue to pull your panties through the folds of your pussy.

A gasp escapes your lips as the fabric rubs against your burning clit.

You suddenly worry that someone might hear you. Might come over to investigate and catch you in your current state, half dressed and panties flossing your folds. But you're embarrassed that the thought only works you up more.

You yank your underwear about half way up your stomach, and the fabric slips into your crack as well. The grass beneath you tickles your bare backside.

You use one hand to keep a tight grip on your panties as you start to grind down on the fabric, your moans clashing against your tightly closed lips.

With the other hand you send another wave of butterflies into your stomach as you lift your t-shirt up to reveal your bra. You fondle one of your breasts for a moment before pulling the cup down slightly to give you better access. A gasp escapes you as you pinch your nipple between your fingers. The sensation is sent straight to your crotch and you can feel your orgasm building.

You quietly wish you had a vibrator or a dildo or something to give you that extra stimulation, but you settle for pulling your panties tighter.

Suddenly you have a thought for how to make this better! You release your nipple for a second, and scramble for your jeans still sitting around your ankles. You pluck your phone from your pocket and quickly turn your volume off before opening Reddit to continue your video.

Half crazed, you both grind down on your wedgies, hurrying towards the finish line. As the hand in the video reaches out to grope the woman's behind and tighten her wedgie, you feel envious, wishing you had someone else here too. Regardless, your hands work in sync with there, pulling and touching yourself in all the same places. You feel waves building up inside you as the woman's mouth opens in silent pleasure, and just as you're about to crash over the edge you freeze.

You hear voices near by. Voices you recognise. Some people from your lecture today walking down the street near you. With your orgasm just teetering on the edge, you clamp a hand over your mouth and listen.

"She was, I swear! I was there, I was literally right behind her!" A voice says, Alex, you think.

There's some exclaims of disbelief. You're not sure how many are there, but more than you initially thought, and they're getting closer.

Maybe Isla? Says, "Yeah, I was there too! I only heard it but she was definitely watching some freaky shit."

Your cunt throbs as you realise they're talking about you.

"Dorothy said it was some hard core lesbian stuff. Said she and Jaimie heard her moaning throughout the whole last hour of class, said she was basically fucking herself against the bench and that there was a definite wet patch where she had been sitting"

"No way!"

You hope that's not true, and if you weren't so fucking horny this would all stress you out, but right now, it's just makes you want to pull on your wedgie even harder.

You rub your clit over your stretched out panties as they continue to talk about how much of a slut you are. You're getting closer and closer as they're getting closer and closer, until suddenly you hear them right over top of you and you instinctively rush to slide further down the wall to hide.

As you do so, the back of your panties catch on something, a rock, a nail, the air, you're not sure, but it snags on the fabric and forces your panties backwards into a classic wedgie, the fabric quickly dragging across your clit and sending you crashing over the edge, tears streaming down your face. You have to bite down harshly on your lip to keep the group behind you from hearing. Even still, you grind down against the biting wedgie, milking your orgasm and sending waves of pleasure through out your body. You've never experienced an orgasm quite like that before and you're not sure you will again.

You slowly pull the fabric out from between your pussy lips and wince at the harshness of it, still too sensitive.

As the group passes you lazily rub your pussy, living in that orgasm for just another moment