My schedule is so busy, but I've made a commitment to "give back" where I can and I was on my way to do just that.
My next appointment was for me to lecture a group of college grad students about the "value of commitment in business" which is relevant because I committed to do this as a favor to my old college roommate who was now the "business ethics" teacher at this university.
Driving there, I got stuck in traffic, with a dead cell phone, and nothing but un-listenable radio in the car. As if it was an erotic mirage, I saw this hunky stud of a gardener drive by in the next lane. He was muscular, tanned and dirty from the morning's work.
He reminded me of how I have not been getting my share of cock lately. I don't know what it is, but we women go through streaks of lots of cock and then none to be found. I guess I haven't been sending out the right vibes lately.
As the stud drove past, I reached between my legs to rub my kitty and damn if it wasn't slicky wet. It felt good. But shit, I was driving and should be thinking about the speech I was about to give.
But since I was in stop and go traffic, I figured I could slip out of my panties, tease myself, and rub one out. As I bent down, to slip my panties over the heel of my red pumps, I almost rear-ended the car in front, but fortunately stopped just short. How embarrassing that would have been!
Resuming my activities, I continued working my fingers around my kitty and enjoying the wetness but suddenly see the damn exit where I have to get off (without "getting off", I might add). After the short drive from the exit to the University, I drove aimlessly around the huge campus and found parking in the faculty parking lot.
Running late, and a bit overheated from my un-resolved masturbation, I hurry to the lecture hall. Halfway there, I realize I forgot to put my panties back on, but what the heck, I'm running late and no one will notice. But the breeze did feel refreshing on my still damp kitty.
As I began entering the hall, I was immersed in a crush of students changing classes. We were packed like sardines, everyone moving this way and that to get to their various classes.
While merging through the crowd, I distinctly felt someone cup my ass and slip their fingers underneath and down my crack, around to my still slick pussy. As I turned, the hand quickly disappeared and I couldn't tell who in the crowd behind me was the culprit. Not gonna lie, it wasn't an unwelcome feeling at this point. I found my way to the lecture hall without further incident. Sigh.
As I began my lecture to the crowd of about 200 students, I noticed a group of five or six of them with Greek letter sweatshirts sitting off to my right. They were a bit rowdy and rudely talking while I was lecturing, so when I got to the part about "listening" as an important business skill, I singled them out to the crowd saying, "If those young men were more committed to learning they would be paying more attention."
Just then, a tall lean Frat boy stood up and apologized to me and the crowd and said, "We were just distracted by you...you're too beautiful to be a lecturer on business" I stammered a bit about "sexism in the workplace" and quickly admonished them that good business does not have a physical shell, its what you know and what you do. I felt flush from embarrassment, but continued the lecture.
After ninty minutes of my best "stay in school" repertoire, I finished and the students began filing out. I gathered up my papers and materials. As I went to leave, the tall, smart-ass fraternity boy was in front of me. He introduced himself as Eric and again apologized for disturbing the lecture and then insisted that he meant what he said.
