This morning, I threw on a thin white tank top and a skirt, not really thinking about it until I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. No bra. No way to hide how sheer the fabric was. For a second, I considered changing, but then I thought… fuck it.
The moment I stepped outside, I knew exactly what I was doing. The way guys’ eyes locked onto my chest, the way their mouths parted just slightly when they realized they could see everything through my top. It made my skin tingle.
By the time I got to class, I could barely think straight. The AC was blasting, and my nipples were so hard they ached against the fabric. The guy next to me couldn’t stop stealing glances, his jaw tightening every time I shifted. One guy behind me was fidgeting so much I knew he was struggling to stay still.
And when the professor called me to sit in the front row? That was it. I knew every guy behind me was staring, shifting in their seats, adjusting themselves under the desk. I could feel my thighs pressing together, my pussy getting soaked just from knowing how many of them were thinking about me.
By the time I made it home, I was shaking. My skin was burning, my pussy throbbing so badly I needed relief. I threw myself onto my bed, grabbed my pillow, and pressed it between my legs.
I started grinding against it slowly, teasing myself, feeling the damp heat spread against the fabric. The more I thought about those guys watching me, the harder I rocked my hips, riding my pillow like it was a cock, pressing my clit down against the softness. My moans got louder, my body trembling as I buried my face in the sheets, gripping the pillow like I was holding onto someone’s shoulders.
And when I finally came, I gushed so hard my legs shook, my juices soaking into the fabric. My thighs clenched around it, my hips grinding in desperation as the pleasure ripped through me.
Now, I’m lying here, my body still tingling, staring at my ruined pillow.
I think I just found my new favorite way to get off..
