It had been months since your first visit. You hadn't been able to return to Boston because work didn't require it and you were simply too busy. Knowing that you were back in town was sending butterflies to my stomach.
I looked at the clock on my cell phone again and time was both dragging by and passing very quickly, making me very anxious and nervous. The professor was becoming ever more boring as I sat there listening to him, but wanting to see you. It was like his lecture was never going to end.
Finally, the professor looked at the clock and realized time was drawing nigh. The quiz from the day before was handed back and we were dismissed for the day. It couldn't have come any sooner.
I was practically running to get back to my dorm in time to shower before you were due to arrive. I didn't even want to begin to entertain the possibility of not having a shower before our rendezvous.
I turned the key to get into my room and rushed to the shower after grabbing my robe and shower caddy. I rushed through the shower, not sure which was more important, being on time or being extra clean and nice. I made a nice compromise between the two, spending extra time in the most important places. I was starting to get turned on in the shower as I lathered myself with shaving cream to be smooth for you.
The shaving cream on my pussy was driving me wild. I rubbed my hands over my belly and tits in anticipation of where your hands would be soon. I opted to not wash my hair to save time, but my self gratification made the shower just as long as if I had washed my hair.
Living in a dorm room with three other girls had made it practically impossible to please myself for the last few months and this was the first time I had really allowed myself that freedom, even in the shower.
I rubbed my clit and then held my pussy lips open as the water from the shower head teased it. I was becoming even more worked up when I heard my cell phone ring. I couldn't get rinsed and the water turned off before it stopped, so once I did get rinsed off, I jumped into my bathrobe without drying off and rushed to my room to get dressed before you arrived.
Just as I was dialing your number back, I opened my dorm room door and saw you sitting on the couch. Sudden embarrassment and excitement mixed inside of me. I had taken longer in the shower than I thought, but standing in front of you in nothing but my bathrobe, dripping wet made me feel very vulnerable and that really excited me.
I dropped my keys after fumbling with the doorknob getting them out. I stooped to pick them up off of the floor and my robe nearly came untied. I managed to salvage a bit of my pride when all that was exposed was part of my right tit.
"How did you get in here?" I asked you, tucking myself back inside the robe. "One of your roommates let me in when she passed by," you said with a grin.
I wondered to myself which roommate it was, but there was really no doubt in my mind that it was Nancy. She was really the only one who would be willing to let a guy into our room, especially one claiming to see me.
"Let me get dressed . . ." I managed to mumble as I walked into my room.
I shut the door behind me and opened the top drawer of my dresser. Just as I was pulling out underwear and a bra to put on, I heard the door open behind me. Assuming that it was Nancy, I made no motion to turn around and see.
When you put your arms around me, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. When I felt you untie the belt of my bathrobe, I thought I was going to faint. Your lips fell to my neck and I was paralyzed with pleasure.
I felt your hands move to my shoulders and slide the bathrobe off of them. As it fell to the floor, I felt you move closer to me as you started kissing my neck more passionately.
I look toward the window and notice that the shades are open. I make a move to close them, and your hold on me becomes stronger, not allowing me to move.
"I want you to give them a show," you say in a semi-threatening tone. "Wh-who?" I stutter. "Anyone who may be watching," is your only reply.
I hear you unzip your pants and I hear them fall to the floor. My heart skips a beat when I realize that you are serious and that you're not going to let me close the shades and that you're going to fuck me right here in front of the window.
You press up against me and I can feel your hard dick against my ass. You reach your hands around me and grab my tits hard. I nearly squeal from the mix of pleasure and pain. I've never been handled so roughly and sensually at the same time.
I start to turn toward you and you push me back the other way, not letting me face you. I realize immediately that this is a power game for you and that I have no control over what happens to me. The feeling frightens me, but I'm also curious and horny.
I feel your hand on my back as you push me toward the window. Not only are you going to make me leave the shades open, you are going to make me stand in front of the window as well!
You don't just lead me to the window, you push me right up against it. The window is fairly high, so my tits are all that reach, but it's enough for some serious exposure.
I feel your hands move to my tits, then down my belly to my newly shaven pussy. I feel your lips on my neck again. This time, you suck even harder and I can feel your teeth as well.
One hand moves around behind me and you put one finger into my pussy from behind. You use your hand in front to rub my clit as you finger fuck my hole with the other one.
You pull your finger out of my pussy, but you continue to rub my clit with your other hand. Your dick rubs against my pussy from behind, but never enters. The sensation and teasing of it being there is beginning to make me wet. I moan and try to turn again. As you turn me back around, you are a little more forceful this time, slamming your body against mine and pushing me back against the wall and window.
I see people in the adjoining dorms beginning to stare out their windows. It's very obvious to them that I'm in a sexual act, but they are unsure if I'm being raped or if I'm consenting. I'm not even sure anymore.
Just when I'm beginning to wonder where this will lead, I feel you back away from me. Afraid to turn around, I wait for you to tell me that it's okay. When I respond to your confirmation, you smile knowingly. You have already pulled your pants back up as if nothing has happened.
As you walk out of the room you say, "You're beginning to understand how this works. I'm in charge. Now put on some clothes slut, we're going out; I have a surprise for you."
We walk out of the dorm, you behind me. I know that this is another part of my humiliation. It's like you have me on an invisible leash, walking me around. This is done so that I will be the first one to face those who saw what we were doing. People just cast occasional glances, trying to pretend that they don't know what just happened.
We walk into Harvard Square where you practically push me onto the escalator leading to the Red Line. You generously enough pay for my tokens for the ride, but I'm not sure how many you buy. It seems like an awful lot.
I'm wearing a skirt with no underwear and a low cut shirt with no bra. You picked out the outfit and didn't give me much of a choice. You didn't approve of any of my shoes, you didn't think any of them were sexy enough, but you finally gave in and picked out a pair of strappy, yet conservative heels.
As we step into the Red Line, I feel people staring at me. As horrible as I feel, it also turns me on to know that people are staring. My nipples are pushing against my shirt I'm sure and I know that there's no real way for me to hide it.
You walk closely behind me as we get on the Red Line and motion where you want me to sit. There is a group of young guys sitting all around us, and I know that this is why you chose this particular area of the train.
I sit with my legs and arms crossed, trying to cover as much of me as possible. I can see the anger in your face, so I quickly uncross my arms. You lean near me.
You whisper in my ear, "Spread your legs slut, before I spread them for you."
I comply without question, although my legs are shaking. I notice that the guys around us are trying to be very casual, but they are whispering to one another and making slight gestures toward me. I'm sure they can see right up my skirt and if they can't, they have a good view of my barely covered tits.
