The art room is one my favourite places to hang out in during break, usually no one is there but you; but somedays there are a small handful of students.
Today was one of those days.
We were at a corner table, you were on my lap doing an art project for your mom (for Mother's Day). I was getting bored of watching you paint the same light blue onto the canvas, over and over again; so I decided to have some fun with it.
I continued to watch you paint around the lines of other colours and blank spaces, as my hands start rubbing your waist gently. Slowly I slide my hands down towards your thighs, adding random bits of pressure here and there.
I can see you tense and shudder at the contact.
"Is this okay?" I whispered as I nibbled at your neck and rubbed small circles on your inner thighs.
You relaxed and gave a small nod of consent, that was all I needed.
I finally slid my right hand between your legs while my left raised to tease your nipple.
"There are still people here so keep quite, okay?"
A small whine escaped your lips as I roughly rubbed you through your jeans. I watched you purse your lips and give a short nod. At this point your cheeks were dusted a pretty shade of pink.
Anyone could have looked over. At first glance they probably wouldn't notice anything, but a mere 5 seconds would be all it would take for someone to figure out what was really happening. I wouldn't be able to tell you what would give it away though, it could be anything. The unnatural redness in your cheeks, you trembling or the small noises you would let escape from time to time.
You knew this.
You knew anyone could have seen you grinding on my hand, chasing desperately for an orgasm.
"Your such a slut aren't you?" I say as I pinch one of your nipples. "You know that there are people in here and anyone could notice. You love that though, don't you. You like the idea of someone looking over and seeing you thrusting in to my hand like the whore you are"
The reaction I got was priceless. You let go of the paint brush you were still gripping and set it down with a trembling hand. You reached down to force my hand to give more pressure but I wouldn't budge.
You started to whine and tried push my hand down with all your strength.
I could tell you were close so I finally pressed hard and started to move my hand in time with your thrusts. I could tell you were overstimulated but you had no intent on stopping.
After a minute you came to a stop, shuddering and arching your back slightly. Your lips were parted and you looked to be in a daze.
I gave soft neck kisses and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
The bell rung and break was over, I gave you a final kiss.
"Have fun finishing your painting" I say.
Seeing as you were still in a slight daze all you did was hum in acknowledgement to my leaving.
