All fresh from my commute, I headed to class.
It was a small group, but that's to be expected for this specialized unit. I'm one of two women in this class of eleven. Training was always a casual affair, and it was acceptable to ignore the company dress code requirements. Jeans were the norm, so I stood out as soon as I bounced into the room.
In my normal walking stride, my skirt swayed, flounced, and flipped at the hem, flashing a little bare skin as I came down the steps of the lecture hall.
I took a seat in the second row, near the middle aisle.
The only other woman was behind me, as was one man, with a few seats between them. The rest were scattered in the first and second rows around me. There was one man a few seats to my right. Three others across the aisle to my left. The rest were scattered across the front row.
I crossed my legs and my skirt fell away showing a lot of my outer right thigh, leading into sweeter places. I glanced to my right and definitely had his attention.
But it was too soon to go any further. We all needed this training and certification, and it wouldn’t be good to be too distracted. Of course, breaks and lunch could be a different story.
I didn’t fidget, too much, during the first lecture, though I did uncross and cross my legs a few times, occasionally running a hand down the exposed thigh or pretending to adjust the skirt. After ninety minutes we got a break. Some people headed for the bathroom while the rest of us gathered in the hall just to stretch our legs.
A few of us started chatting about the lecture. The man who’d been seated to my right, stood particularly close, just to my left and ever so slightly behind me. It wasn’t long before I understood why. I felt him brush a hand against my skirt. When I didn’t move, he was emboldened and squeezed an ass cheek. When I still didn’t shift my weight or move away, he lifted the skirt just enough to touch and feel my bare ass. He ran his hand across my ass and slid his fingers to tickle where my thighs met my cunt. When he still encountered no resistance, his fingers moved up to stroke my lips and slip a finger between them.
No one else noticed and I didn’t make a scene, though a smile of satisfaction did turn up my lips. As we went back in for the next lecture, I glanced at him and winked. His uncertain smile turned into a huge grin.
The game had begun.
I went back to my seat. He went back to his seat on my right. I crossed my legs again, giving him the view of my thigh, only this time I lifted that side of my skirt up to my waist. He quietly moved a seat closer to me.
The lecture droned on and the next time I uncrossed my legs, I let them drop open with my skirt covering my cunt. Every time I brought a hand to my face, I made sure I brushed against a hard nipple.
I was still able to focus on the lecture, but I was not so sure about those around me as my skirt slowly climbed up my legs. Our instructor caught a sense of what was happening when the men in the second row kept glancing my way.
The two behind me could tell something was going on, but couldn’t see, yet.
Our next break was half an hour for lunch. Most people stood up, but those of us in the second row held back. The instructor had left the room and when those from the front row turned around, they had a full view of me, now with my skirt pulled up exposing my pussy and my fingers sliding toward it.
I had one hand stroking my pussy and clit while the other gave its attention pulling a hard, throbbing nipple.
All of me was begging for release. But not yet. I had thirty minutes and I was going to enjoy it.
Two of the men weren’t interested and left for a bite to eat. The rest feasted their eyes on me as I continued fanning my flames.
I brought my feet up to rest on the backs of the seats in front of me, dropping my knees and spreading my legs as far open as I could. My cunt was shiny with my juices in anticipation of what was to come. (No pun intended.)
I reached down my top and bra lifting out my breasts by their throbbing nipples.
I cupped each one and lifted them up to my mouth. I sucked on one hungry nipple and then the other. I pinched and pulled them as far as they could go. I twisted them, lifting them up high above my tits and shaking them back and forth and up and down, bouncing my breasts around. I dropped them and began to spank them, moaning a little as each slap was stronger. All of the attention they had on the commute made them more susceptible to instant orgasm. I was hornier than ever.