Back to the dorm

As I hurriedly walked back to the dorm, I kept thinking about the erotic thumbnail images I'd just seen. With each one I recalled, I imagined how it would feel to do that. By the time I reached the the front door of the dorm, my panties were soaking, and drips of fluid had begun to run down my legs. I quickly headed for the elevator, but it seemed to be out of service. Instead I would have to take the steps.

Luckily, the stairwell was deserted, and I was able to ascend them without anyone noticing the growing wet spots on my skirt. As I reached my floor, I discovered why the elevator was out of order - some furniture was being moved and it was temporarily locked. Fortunately, the movers didn't spot me and I was able to reach my room unnoticed.

After I entered, I immediately locked the door and then stripped off the skirt and soaked panties. I needed to take a shower, but my mind was fixated on viewing those images first, this time in full screen resolution. My roommate would likely be out for a few more hours at her job, giving me plenty of time to view the pictures uninterrupted. As I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra, it felt a bit sexy just standing there in a loose shirt. I grabbed one of my pillows and placed it against the wall between the beds, sat down on the floor, leaned back, and then placed the laptop between my legs.

I started in the first folder. After viewing several of the images in full screen resolution, the sex wasn't anything like how I'd envisioned it, or what they'd taught us in sexual education class. Most of the men had huge penises, and each woman took them fully into their anus then mouth, over and over. Finally, the men climaxed and the women eagerly swallowed every creamy drop. With each new image, I seemed to rub my crotch more vigorously.

Next, I revisited the second folder and scanned through the pictures of women going pantyless in public or flashing their boobs. In a few cases, the women were stark naked walking in the middle of a crowd of people. I wondered how or where that was even legal. The one thing that stood out from all of these images was just how bold and beautiful these women looked, as if their nakedness was somehow liberating and empowering. After all those years of being **** to wear extremely conservative outfits, a spark had lit within me, questioning whether clothing might actually be a cultural form of oppression. I continued to rub myself, slowing slightly to prolong the pleasure of whatever was coming.

Finally, I opened the third folder. The size and length of the toys was shocking to me. I wondered how these women were able to insert such large objects into themselves. I also wondered how it would feel since the girls in the pictures genuinely seemed to be enjoying it. I kept rubbing myself, and my pulse started to race. Each new image was accompanied by an increasing desire to rub more vigorously...and then it hit like an explosion. I felt a shudder pass through my entire body and I nearly passed out. It was my very first orgasm. Fluids gushed, forming a small puddle on the floor.

I pulled off my blouse and used it to mop up the floor and wipe myself clean. After placing all of my clothes into the hamper, I took a long relaxing shower and crashed in my bed. I fell asleep instantly and had one of the best night's sleep I could remember.