Clean up and get out ...

There was so much temptation as I lay on Julie’s bed, but I knew in reality that I didn’t have much time. There was a lot that needed to be done before I had to get back to campus. I leaped towards the window and watched as Julie headed out of the drive on her commute to work. I could only imagine the million thought racing through her head as she maneuvered the car towards her daily grind. I wondered if she’d feel the cool breeze on her naked pussy, or if her aroused nipples caused any undue distraction.

Finally, having the complete house to myself, I set to task, still completely naked. The first stop was to check the hidden cams that I had placed the day before. The three had been untouched. I snagged each one from their discreet locations and took them to Julie’s computer. I plugged each one into the USB port and quickly downloaded the video from last night’s activities onto her hard drive. As the videos were being transferred, I scoured her desk and found some blank DVD disks. I quickly scanned and edited out all the “non-activity” and verified that Julie had indeed played along with my little game. The time on her bedside clock matched the time of our phone conversations the night before.

My cock had sprung to life, yet again, seeing those lovely images, reliving the sexually charged atmosphere from the night before. I knew I’d be jerking off while watching, but had to relegate that to a point in time, where I had more free time. It was intoxicatingly addictive, knowing I had Julie practically at my beck and call. The pressure was now on me to keep her on the hook, and never lose my advantage.

I changed the batteries and hid the cams in new locations. I wanted to ensure that Julie wouldn’t find the cams after seeing this video replay of last night. Finally I padded to the spare bathroom, where I gathered up my clothes, got dressed, and headed back to campus. In my room, I quickly glanced at the clock and realized I had to hurry; otherwise I’d miss my perfect opportunity. I changed into fresh clothes, dabbed some cologne, and grabbed my laptop, backpack, and the DVD from Julie’s.

I had a very distinct feeling that Julie would be beside herself, extremely horny, and would soon have that insatiable desire to relieve herself. No doubt, the itchy sweater and the air blowing up her skirt would be making her insane. If I knew Julie like I think I did, there was only one place for me to be. Her class was about to be over, so I hustled my way back to the library. I made a beeline to the secret spot where it all began, where I believed Julie would come again.

There in the secluded corner, I sat in the lone desk, and awaited Julie’s imminent arrival. I opened up the laptop, put the DVD in and shifted so that my back was to the wall. The laptop screen was shielded from any inadvertent prying eyes. From where I was seated, it also gave me a clear view of the only entrance to the alcove, floor-to-ceiling wall of books along the entrance path, and along two walls of the dimly lit, narrow alcove. I was willing to bet that Julie had come to this particular spot on many occasions, finding this as her safe haven for her ritualistic activities. I was also willing to bet that, even after being caught here, she’d be unable to resist returning to the spot of her demise.

Glancing at my watch, I figured that Julie would be arriving in about five minutes. I had just fired up the program to watch and edit the video when Julie raced into the clearing in front of me. She froze instantly, her eyes wide as a doe caught in headlights, not expecting to see anyone in her private spot, especially not me!

“W-w-w-what …” Julie’s excited voice dropped to a barely audible whisper. She still hadn’t moved an inch from her spot. She nervously looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby, or anyone else within earshot. “Um … what are you doing here?”

I sat silently, truly admiring her flushed face, rosy cheeks, turning deeper shades of red. Her sweater clung adoringly to her heaving, swollen breasts, her nipples poking proudly through the thick knitting, clearly showing her arousal. Her nervousness caused her to shift her weight from one foot to the other, an unintended sway to her hips. She bit her lower lip, nervously chewing it, waiting for my reply. I shut down the program, not wanting to reveal all my cards quite yet. I then crooked my finger, drawing her along the corridor, nearer to where I sat, into the cozy little alcove.

Again, she looked around, nervously searching for any unintended bystanders. Julie heaved a sigh of resignation before pushing herself closer towards where I sat.

“I knew you’d come to see me here,” I whispered when she was finally close enough for me to smell her lovely scent.

“I didn’t …”

“Sssshhhh …” I raised my finger to my mouth, silencing her and cutting off her attempt at rebuttal. “We both know why you’re here. You don’t have much time. Don’t let me stop you. Come on in and get what you came here for.” I turned my head towards the secluded part, hidden away from any view.

Again, the frightened look flashed across her beautiful face, totally caught off balance by what had just been suggested. Panic, fear, and adrenaline all combined deliciously at that very moment sending a chill shuddering through her body, tiny bumps rising along her exposed flesh, her nipples hardening even more than they already were.

“I … I can’t …”

“Look,” I snapped, cutting her off again. I reached out with both hands and caught her distended nipples through her sweater. I tugged and rolled them between my fingers, squeezing tightly as I did so. “It’s perfectly clear how horny you are. You can’t deny it. Your nipples are screaming for attention. Prove to me I’m wrong. I know you Julie! I know what you need. You need to relieve the buildup Julie! You came here to masturbate and relieve the tension.” Her eyes began the familiar flutter as her breathing quickened. “You’ve been thinking about sex ever since you left the house. You’ve been thinking about how exciting all this is. Your body is about to explode. You came here with one purpose in mind.” I released my grip on those precious pencil-sized eraser peaks.

“B-but …” Her voice was fragile and meek, her eyes making a feeble attempt at pleading.

“No buts Julie. Lift your sweater and prove to me that your nipples aren’t as hard as rocks.” I could see the resistance quickly fading. There was little denying I was wrong. “Julie. You don’t have much time. I bet that little pussy has been leaking all morning long. Your thighs are probably streaked from all the juice your horny little slit’s been producing in anticipation. If I’m wrong, lift your skirt and show me. If I’m right, hurry back in that corner and do what you came here to do.”

I could see all the resistance drain from her at that moment. Julie knew she was defeated. She couldn’t prove me wrong, nor could she deny her needs any longer. She slid effortlessly to the corner and slumped into her usual, comfortable position. She immediately slid a hand up under her sweater and cupped the swollen breast, palming and rubbing the orb as her other hand delved beneath her skirt, quickly finding the moistened slit I had referenced. “God, I’m such a slut,” she cried to herself, closing her eyes as she set to task.

I let her go for a few minutes, giving her the opportunity to build towards that crescendo. It felt so taboo to be witnessing such a private moment in live, close proximity. Despite her actions, Julie remained covered, keeping her modesty somewhat in tact.

“Go ahead Julie. Free your tits. Get that itchy wool off for the time being. I’m here to protect you. Nothing will happen. Lift that sweater and let me see those lovely tits.”

Julie’s eyes popped open, seeing the hunger in my eyes, as well as proving to herself that no one would catch her doing so. She closed her eyes, and again let out a sigh as the sweater was peeled back, and up to her neck, giving her breasts the freedom they hungered for. She let out a mewl as her fingers found each nipple, twisting and raking over the tender flesh.

Determined to push her further, I convinced Julie to lift her skirt and show me that indeed, all my presumptions were correct. Her pussy was sopping wet, visible streaks of moisture trailed along her inner thighs. Her flowered petals were swollen and glistening with the dew of her wetness. By now she was vigorously pumping three fingers in and out, humping her hips to meet her hand on each thrust. She bit down on her lip tighter as the tiny tremors rippled visibly through her loins, building to a rapid boil when she bucked and spasmed uncontrollably.

Julie remained motionless for a few minutes trying her best to recover, her heavy breathing lending an artistic touch to the way her breasts rose and fell. With her eyes still closed, she reluctantly lowered her skirt, as well as her sweater. Another minute passed by as she regained her composure before she opened her eyes.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Even through the pleading question, it was easy to tell that Julie was enjoying every aspect of our little game.

I walked up to her and inhaled the lovely scent of sex. I smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I’ll be waiting here at the end of the day. I’m sure you’ll need some more relief by then. I’ll give you your answer then.” I turned away, packed everything up and walked away.

“God, you’re cruel,” Julie giggled playfully before I was out of earshot.