More of the same

Ingrid could not get last night's vibrator action out of her head a she showered, dried off and dressed in tight slacks and a blouse. All of her slacks were the same size. She grabbed her purse and briefcase and walked to class.

The same thing happened as yesterday: she felt eyes on her butt and found herself enjoying it, but even more so than yesterday.

In class, she dropped some chalk, and instead of squatting down to pick it up, she bent over, her back to the students. Only after she stood up, did she realize what she had done, and it turned her on. She ended class early, cancelled office hours, and sat in her office and tried to get a grip on her emotions and lust.

She again walked to the cafeteria for lunch and found herself swaying her hips and ass more as she walked. She blushed as she was embarrassed by how badly she now wanted the young men on campus to stare at her ass.

The day dragged on. She dropped the chalk again in her afternoon class and again bent over to pick it up.

When she returned home late that afternoon, she picked up her vibrator. She stared at it and wished it was a penis. She dropped it as she realized she had just thought about having anal sex with man. She paced around but could not get the thought of being fucked up the ass out of her head.