Olivia walked into the cold morning air and slammed the front door behind her. She was so aroused yet unable to get off due to a lack of privacy. This caused her arousal to morph into horny frustration, which quickly got the better of her. Six hours of classes is what Olivia had to endure before she would be able to give in to her masturbatory urges.
Each step not only brought Olivia closer to the main building on campus but also made her swollen clitoris graze the inside of her panties, panties that would be soaking wet before she even set foot inside her school.
“Oh, boy,” she muttered as she realized her day would be torturous.
Olivia made her way to her first class of the day while trying to push that thought to the back of her mind. The distraction worked until a particularly sleep-provoking lecture made her mind wander and drift into the same horny headspace it had been in earlier that morning. Unable to focus, Olivia concluded she had to cum, and she had to do it now.
Olivia quietly stood up and left the lecture hall. She snuck out of the main building, unnoticed by students who knew her. Wanting to attract no unnecessary attention to herself, Olivia blended into a passing group of students. After fifteen minutes of walking, Olivia made it to building F, the building furthest away from the main building, Building A.
Upon entering building F, Olivia was pleased that her plan had seemingly worked because the building was as good as empty. This was often the case because students and faculty disliked having classes so far from the main building. Olivia knew this all too well, which was precisely why she found herself in building F now. Olivia walked to the nearest bathroom, not encountering a single soul along the way.
“Perfect,” she thought.
When Olivia walked into the women’s bathroom, she did not even try to find an unoccupied stall. She knew she would have the entire bathroom to herself, so there would be no need. Instead, Olivia leaned against the stall door, letting her pants fall to the floor. Olivia felt that her panties had soaked through. Looking down, she saw the dark stain on them.
“Fuck, I am so wet,” she thought as she finally reached her hand down inside.
In that instant, Olivia forgot she had upcoming classes. All she could think about was rubbing herself, and rub herself she did. Olivia masterfully used the two middle digits of her dominant hand to please herself, rubbing in a circular motion at the exact pressure and speed needed to send herself into a lust-filled haze.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Olivia screamed in pleasure.
Lost in pure bliss, Olivia lost awareness of what her hands were doing. Absorbed in the moment, she went into autopilot. Next thing she knew, her panties were on the floor as well. Olivia, free from clothing below the waist, started fingering herself vigorously while her free hand reached under her shirt in search of one of her breasts.
Before long, her wandering hand found what it was looking for. Her nipples. Olivia pinched them, and it felt phenomenal. They were both as hard as a rock yet as sensitive as a delicately tuned instrument. An instrument with which Olivia was intimately familiar. Olivia lifted her shirt to expose them and started to play with them. Each time Olivia pulled, pinched, or twisted one of her nipples, she grunted in pleasure. The sounds she made became more animalistic by the minute.
A few blissful minutes later, Olivia started to squirm. As her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, she knew it would not be long before she would reach her orgasm. Right as Olivia became aware of this thought, it happened. She came. Wave after wave of her juices gushed out of her and trailed down her leg onto the bathroom floor.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
Then Olivia just stood there for a few seconds as she trembled like a leaf and rode out her climax. After a while, Olivia’s breathing slowed down to its usual rate, and although her pussy was still convulsing from her intense orgasm, Olivia was able to think clearly again.
“Clean yourself up,” was the first coherent thought to enter her mind.
Olivia bent down, grabbed her panties, and started wiping her legs off with the absorbent yet already partially saturated fabric. It did not help much, but Olivia imagined this method would be preferable over using the cheap toilet paper nearby.
After Olivia had wiped herself off, she pulled up her pants, deciding not to put her panties back on. They had gotten too wet to be comfortable to wear. Olivia looked at the ball of drenched fabric that had once surrounded her privates and suddenly knew what she wanted to do with them. She pulled her shirt back down and ran out of the bathroom.
“Bingo,” Olivia thought to herself.
There it was, the half-open, clearly disused locker—one of many lining this hallway from end to end. Olivia put her panties inside the locker and quickly took a pen and sticky note from her back pocket.
“A reward for the curious. From O,” she scribbled on it before sticking it to the inside of the locker.
Olivia positioned her panties in such a way that they were just about visible through the vent in the door, but only if you were observant. Pleased with her handy work, Olivia closed the locker, excited to find out how long it would take for someone to discover her surprise.
From that day onwards, Olivia checked the locker daily. Each time, she was slightly disappointed to see that the contents were undisturbed, probably meaning that no one had found her secret yet. That was until she opened the locker two weeks later and found a completely different pair of panties.
“Found it. I left you something as well. From M,” was now scribbled on a second note stuck to the locker wall.
Olivia took the mystery panties out of the locker, and to her surprise, they were wet. This could only mean two things. The person in question did leave these panties recently, and they definitely were also aroused before they left them. They could quite positively have masturbated in the same spot Olivia had done two weeks before.
Wildly aroused by these possibilities, Olivia took the panties into the bathroom with her and masturbated to the thought of whom they might belong to and what they could have done to themselves to get these panties as wet as they were. Because of these thoughts, Olivia came in mere moments, and she left her wet panties in the locker for M to find.