#2804: Under The Table

MF

When Sandra decided to take a management course at the university to further her career she couldn’t imagine that her studies would come with a romantic opportunity. Soon she finds herself involved in a steamy relationship with her classmate. 

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I never thought that I’d enjoy going to classes. Even back in the day when I was studying for my degree, I was a lazy student - I loved missing classes, not doing the work needed, and forgetting about the deadlines until I couldn’t ignore them any longer. Who would’ve thought that a few years later I’d be eagerly waiting for the next class and hoping that the one after it would come sooner? 

It all started when the company I work for offered me an opportunity for growth. They appreciated my hard work and wanted me to continue working for them, but there was one moment they couldn’t overlook - every single staff member in a higher position had a degree that matched their title, but that wouldn’t be the case for me. Since I still very much wanted the promotion, we came up with a solution - I would take classes to catch up on the list of requirements and then get my promotion. It sounded easy and so I agreed. Yes, that meant I’d be stuck in classes after work a few days a week but that didn’t bother me. I wanted that promotion too badly and was willing to work for it. Soon I signed up and was ready to put in the work. 

During the first classes I took I felt confident that nothing and no one would make me forget about my goal. I wasn’t even looking around, only at the professor, soaking in everything he was saying like a sponge. With every class, my determination grew until one fateful day, when one of my classmates decided to sit next to me in the auditorium. 

I barely looked at him when he took that place, noticing his dark hair, strong features, and sharp eyes. I didn’t smile at him, I didn’t give him any sign that would’ve meant that I wanted to talk with him, but he started to talk to me anyway. Soon I learned all about him. His name was Daniel, he wanted to add one more line to his resume and couldn’t stay still during the lection. He was a couple of years younger than me and I tried to ignore him as much as I could until I couldn’t. Once the lection was over Daniel invited me for a coffee. I didn’t know why I agreed, I didn’t even like him back then, but there was something in the way he spoke to me, in the way he looked at me, that made me follow his lead and go to have that coffee. And then I was gone. 

We talked about our lives, about our goals, anything and nothing at the same time. I didn’t know how or why, but I allowed Daniel to walk me home and, once we stopped at the door, he kissed me and I allowed it. We didn’t have sex, not after one day of knowing each other, but I came to the next class buzzing with sensations that had nothing to do with the excitement of learning new things. 

Daniel and I sat in the back of the room, away from everyone else, and I felt silly like a schoolgirl in love. I knew that I liked him, maybe had a tiny crush on him, and I didn’t like it. Part of me simply wanted to end it all by sleeping with him, but I wasn’t sure if it would make the situation better or worse. In the end, I decided to just give it a try and see where that would lead us. 

At first, everything was going normally. We barely touched and were paying attention to the professor as much as we could, but soon things started to change. I felt Daniel’s hand on my thigh, caressing it slowly, and gently pressing his fingers into my skin. I went still, not sure what to do about it. I knew that it was inappropriate to want more, to earn for it, but that was exactly what my body desired. I wanted him to continue touching my thigh, to go higher, to touch me between my legs where my clit was aching so much. When I turned to Daniel, he had a smile on his face that told me that he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t going to stop. I shook my head and let out a sigh. I knew that if I allowed him to continue we would be in trouble and I didn’t want that. 

After the class, he walked me back home again. We shared a kiss - short, but passionate - and it left me wanting more. I already had a thought on my mind, an idea which I wanted to turn into a reality, but I had to be brave enough to make it happen and crazy enough to not think about the consequences. 

In the next class, Daniel and I took the seats at the back of the lecture hall once again. He didn’t try to touch me under the table again, and I wasn’t holding it against him since I stopped him the last time. I knew that it was my time to take action and I was fully ready for it. 

Once I made sure that no one paid attention to us, I put my hand on Daniel’s thigh and moved my hand up, feeling how warm his skin was even through his pants. He didn’t move and didn’t say anything to me, but I could see him swallowing heavily as if there was something in his throat. I knew that my touch affected him and was waiting for him to do something, to stop me if he didn’t want to continue and, once that didn’t happen, I moved my hand higher. 

Soon my palm was lying on the front of his pants, covering his cock through the fabric. I saw him shiver and look at me with his eyes wide open. I knew that he was going to have questions and I was ready to answer them.

He leaned to my ear, touched it with his lips, and asked if I knew what I was signing up for. I gave him a wide smile and nodded. I told him that I didn’t only know what I was doing, I also wanted it more than anything else in the world. I told him that the lecture was going to be long and boring and that we might as well spend our time enjoying it a little more than if we did if we simply were making notes all that time. Daniel agreed with me and looked forward again, giving me a sign that he was ready to have fun which I promised him.

Feeling my heart hammering in my chest, I started to stroke his cock through the fabric, feeling as if at any moment someone could see us and scream about how inappropriately we were behaving. I knew that it was true, but I didn’t care. At that moment the last thing I wanted to be was appropriate. 

I noticed how heavily Daniel started to breathe, and how his eyes were running over the paper in front of him even though there were no notes. I knew that he was enjoying my touches and was ready to give him even more. Trying to be careful, I unzipped his pants and put my hand inside, finding his hard, thick cock waiting for me. I looked at him again and Daniel nodded. Moments later I pulled his cock out, making sure that no one could see us still, and started to stroke his shaft. 

It was a special kind of pleasure to watch him lose it while not being able to express his feelings in any way. Daniel had to keep looking as if he was simply listening to the professor, learning something new, when there was a hand on his cock, stroking him, running up and down with more and more speed. 

I knew that it was cruel to edge him like that, but it was also fun and I simply couldn’t deny myself such pleasure. I was looking at his face, at the way he was pressing his lips together, trying not to groan, and I knew that I was doing everything right. He grabbed the edge of the table, trying not to go over the edge, but it was going too far. 

He leaned to me, whispering in my ear that he was about to cum and there was no way we would be able to hide that, but I already had a solution to this problem. 

I quickly dipped my head under the table and took his tip in my mouth, gently sucking on it, until I didn’t feel him throb in my mouth before Daniel filled it with his thick cum. He let out a light groan and I just hoped that no one heard it. 

I swallowed his seed, wiped my lips, and got back up, sitting straight as if nothing happened. Daniel quickly got his clothes sorted, but it was clear that this little mischief wasn’t the end of our adventures for the day. I felt his hand on my thigh again and this time I was ready and more than willing to allow him to explore my body. 

I wore a sun skirt, I made sure to wear it for easy access, and when Daniel’s hand moved up, under the fabric, he quickly realized that I wasn’t wearing underwear. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back, quickly finding my clit with his fingers. 

Only at that moment did I realize how hard it was for him to hide his feelings and emotions when I was stroking him. I felt the heat, the throbbing between my legs as he rubbed my sensitive clit but I couldn’t express these sensations. I was forced to stay quiet and look as if nothing was happening under our table. 

I was doing pretty well until I felt Daniel’s fingers dip inside my pussy while his thumb continued to rub my clit. I bit my lip hard as I tried to keep quiet, but that almost wasn’t enough. I felt my walls being filled with him again and again, his fingers stimulating my sensitive area, making me want to move my hips to meet him and scream his name. But all I had was the sensation of him inside me and the feeling of wetness between my thighs coating his fingers more and more.

Daniel leaned to me, as if he wanted to look at my notes, but he actually wanted to whisper something in my ear. I was ready to listen. 

With his fingers curling inside my pussy, he told me to cum. To let myself enjoy it, to get what I needed. I let out a short moan but quickly covered my mouth with my hand to not let any more sounds out. All of the people in the room had no idea we were doing this, they had no clue I was about to cum, and that was the thoughtt aht pushed me over the edge. 

Biting my lip hard, I closed my eyes and felt my pussy pulse around Daniel’s fingers, my clit throbbing against his thumb. It was amazing, it was magical, and I almost didn’t want him to take his hand away when I finished. 

Minutes later we were making notes and listening to the professor, while still thinking about what just happened. One thing was for sure - I felt more than motivated to continue going to the boring lectures. 

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