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Watching Cloey
by Lake Zuric (lakezuric1212@hotmail.com)
***
Cloey is so horny during social studies class that she
starts squeezing her thighs together to discreetly get
herself off. But someone sees that she is doing. (F-
teen, solo, voy, mast, public)
***
Cloey sat at her desk in her social studies classroom.
It was the last class of her day, and although Cloey
was trying to pay attention to what the teacher was
saying, she was having trouble concentrating. This was
unusual for Cloey, who was normally a good student. She
was on the honor roll, and wasn't ashamed to admit her
intelligence. Far from a quiet, nerdy type, Cloey, was
5'8" and 140 pounds with a slim, athletic build.
She had long legs, curvy hips, and a fully womanly
figure, with low-C cup breasts, and blonde hair worn
short in a 'pixie cut.' She wasn't so popular with
boys, but it had nothing to do with her looks or being
on the honor roll. Still, despite her normally good
study habits, Cloey was having trouble keeping her
focus on what was going on. While she tried to remain
aware of what was happening, all she could think about
was how turned-on she was at this moment, and what bad
timing it was.
It had started earlier in the day, when before class
she had talked to her friend Ellie. Ellie had told her
about how the other day she had gone by a park where
some of the boys from school went to play Frisbee.
Ellie had gone by just as they were getting started,
and one of the boys there, who she thought was fairly
good looking, but knew Cloey had a major crush on, had
taken off his shirt.
She decided to stick around and watch, and related the
game in detail to Cloey. Hearing about 'her guy'
running around shirtless, using his muscular body to
catch and throw the Frisbee had given Cloey some very
nice images. But as the day went on, other images of
him formed in her mind, as she thought about what he
could do to her with that body. For the last two
periods, Cloey had tried to push the thoughts to the
back of her mind, but each time they returned with a
vengeance.
Now, after hours of the images playing over and over in
her head, Cloey was differently aroused; the space
between her thighs was moist, and her nipples were hard
as pebbles. Her beasts had even swelled a little,
making her bra feel uncomfortable and confining. What
Cloey would like to do more then anything, was go
somewhere where she could play with herself. However,
she was to risk-adverse to go jill off in the restroom.
She just wished school would be over, so she could race
home and do herself in the safety of her bedroom.
However, this wasn't to be. There was still plenty more
time left in the class. They were going to watch a
movie today, and there wasn't any chance of getting out
early. The teacher finished talking, and now turned
down the lights as the movie started to play.
Embarrassingly Cloey couldn't even think what the movie
was supposed to be about. Everything the teacher had
said was going in one ear and out the other. The
feeling of arousal between her legs was unbearably
strong, and it was demanding her full attention.
As the movie began, Cloey squeezed her thighs together.
Sometimes when she was extremely turned-on, this could
relive it a little, like scratching an itch. However,
as Cloey tightened her thighs she was surprised at the
surge or pleasure it caused. She shook a little,
pitching forward in her chair slightly, and had to
stifle a small gasp. She wasn't expecting it to feel
that good, and she quickly looked around to see if
anyone had noticed her reaction.
Seeing that everyone was focused on the movie, or more
likely asleep with their eyes open, Cloey decided to
try it again. She flexed her thighs, holding her legs
tightly together. The feeling was delicious, as it
squeezed her labia together, causing her vagina to emit
more wetness. It felt so good, Cloey was almost
positive she could reach orgasm if she did it enough.
That thought hit her with a slight shudder, and a sharp
twinge in her vagina. Cloey know what she was doing was
risky. What if someone noticed what she was doing?
What if she gasped or shook when she came? But she was
too horny to care anymore. Cloey wanted, needed, to
climax.
Discreetly crossing her legs, Cloey tightened them,
making sure her thighs were held tightly together.
After waiting a few seconds, she squeezed her legs
together hard, and flexed her thighs. The feeling was
incredible, as her crossed legs provided total pressure
on her cunt, and especially nearer the top around her
clitoris. Cloey nearly doubled over on her desk, but
held her composure, and recovered. She flexed her
thighs again, and another delicious rush of pleasure
filled her cunt. This time she was prepared, and
outwardly, she showed barely a sign that anything was
out of the ordinary.
She flexed her thighs together again, and then again,
building a rhythm that was stimulating her cunt almost
as well as she could have with her hand. Cloey soon
discovered that she could build more pressure by
rhythmically shaking the leg she had crossed over the
other one. While this was more visible, it merely
looked like she was tapping her foot at the air,
somewhat impatiently, as if she was board by the movie
and wanted to leave. Leaning back in her chair, so as
to brace herself against any shakes or spasms she might
have, Cloey continued "tapping" her foot, squeezing her
legs together, and flexing her thighs.
The feeling was wonderful, the pressure on her labia
and clitoris strong, and rhythmic, and intense. Cloey's
cunt was now very wet, and she hopped it wouldn't soak
through to her jeans. She squeezed her legs harder, and
rubbed her flexing thighs together as she felt the
tingly feeling of an orgasm building inside her. It was
deep, hard, almost sharp, and she knew it would be an
amazing climax.
She now was bouncing her upper leg on top of the other
slightly, almost furiously tapping at the air with her
foot. As the pressure inside her built, Cloey noticed a
boy in the same row as her, but two aisles over glance
over at her. His look was causal, but his eye drifted
to her 'taping' foot.
Cloey almost stopped dead, but realized suddenly
stopping her movements would be fair more suspicious
then if she kept going. All he knew was she was
restless, and wanted to get out of class. Sure enough,
he looked away, apparently uninterested. Cloey kept on
squeezing her legs and bouncing her foot, as she
tightened and relaxed and tightened her thighs.
The feeling was now reaching a new height, and Cloey
knew she was close to orgasm. Her thighs twitched now
with a life of their own, and she squeezed her legs
hard, bouncing her foot faster and faster. As her legs
pressed against her labia harder, Cloey glanced around
to make sure no one was looking. She was about to cum,
and wanted to make sure it was as safe as it could be
when she went over the edge.
Cloey closed her eyes, as she rubbed her thighs
together harder and bounced her foot at the same quick
pace. She squeezed the edge of her chair with her
hands, as the feeling inside her built. But Cloey knew
she'd have to keep her eyes open through her orgasm, so
just as the pressure between her legs reached its peak,
she forced them open.
As she did, she saw that the guy she'd noticed before
was looking at her again. However, this time she could
tell it was more then a passing glance out of boredom.
He'd seen her eyes close, and her hands tighten on the
chair, and her legs squeeze together harder and faster.
He could tell what she was doing!
Cloey wanted to stop, she tried to, but it was to late.
Just as she tried to stop her legs, she reached her
peak, her legs last contraction triggering an enormous
climax that started deep inside her and spread out,
flooding the space between her flexing thighs. Her legs
stopped the bouncing rhythm, and clamped tightly shut,
then released, then clamped again. Instead of the
steady rhythm they had before, they now shook in
spastic, irregular spasms.
Cloey's body shivered as her orgasm welled up in her,
and despite her best efforts, her back arched slightly
from the chair as the plasure flooded her cunt. Her
knuckles were white from her tight grip on the chair,
as her legs contracted in quick, then long spasms.
Anyone who hadn't been watching the whole time would
have missed these signs. All were small, and
controlled. But to someone who had seen her movements
earlier, it would be painfully clear what was
happening.
As Cloey sat in her seat cumming, her eyes, out of
focus, but open, meet those of the boy who watched her
as she climaxed. As her orgasm receded, and her legs
relaxed, and her eyes refocused, Cloey sent a silent
plea to the boy, begging for understanding. As her
orgasm dissipated, leaving just a tingling heat in her
cunt, Cloey slowly ground her legs together, feeling
the sensual aftershocks of her climax. She looked away
in embarrassment, still feeling the burning plasure of
her orgasm between her legs.
Cloey spent the rest of the class weighing her actions
against the potential consequences. Sure, word of what
she did might get out, but somehow that thought didn't
bother her while she could still feeling the bliss of
her public climax -one of the best orgasm of her life.
Cloey also knew that the boy was the only one who saw.
Even if he told his friends, chances were no one would
believe his story -it was just a little to weird to
sound plausible. On balance, the pleasure had been
worth it, though she wasn't sure she'd feel that way
later.
After the movie finished, the teacher dismissed the
class, and the students headed for the door. Outside
the class room, they headed off to where ever they had
to be next. Cloey had no more classes, and no extra
curriculars that day, so she was headed home.
She hoped she could make it out of the school with out
running into the boy who'd seen what she did, even
though she knew she'd have to see him again in that
class. However, fate would not oblige, as she ran into
the boy in the school's main lobby. Deciding that any
attempt at evasion would be useless, she decided to see
what he had to say. Almost sick with worry, Cloey
responded with a weak 'hi' to his greeting.
"Hey, I thought you might want these," he said, handing
her a few sheets of slightly crumpled note-paper. Cloey
took then, afraid of what they might be. She looked and
saw they were a series of short hand writing notations.
"These are my notes from the movie," the boy told her.
"We're getting tested on it, and I think you might need
them more then me."
At first Cloey thought it must be a cruel joke, that
there must be a group of sniggering boys somewhere near
by watching her. But when she realized there was no
such group, and that the gift had been sincere she
relaxed.
"Th-Thank you," she said, almost blurting the words
out.
"Just give them back to me tomorrow," the boy went on.
"So, your name's Cloey isn't?" he asked her causally.
"Yeah," Cloey said almost meekly. "What's yours?"
"Chris," he told her. "Anyway, I've got to go. It was
nice meeting you," he said with a smile, and he turned
to go.
As Chris walked away, Cloey stood there, almost in
shock. As she replied the last few seconds in her head,
she realized that Chris would keep her secret. Maybe
he'd tell someone what he saw, but he'd leave her name
out of it. And he'd been shrewd enough to tell her all
this, with out embarrassing her by acknowledging what
he saw. 'And', Cloey thought as she turned and walked
out the school doors, 'he's kind of cute.'
That night, Cloey's hormones kicked in again, leading
her to jill herself to orgasm under the safety of her
covers. But this time it wasn't the shirtless Frisbee
player that had got her worked up, but thoughts of her
and Chris, and the things he could do to her with his
body.
END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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