Thread: Fire and Ice

Cynthia was having serious issues. She squirmed in her hard wooden chair, now damp with sweat and... other fluids. She was trying to grade papers, but the... distraction she had been dealing with the last few days was getting the better of her. For the last week she had been unnaturally sexually aroused for no perceivable reason. She had been having what she supposed were hot-flashes that would not relent until, by chance, she realized that taking her clothes off made them stop almost instantly. Walking around her small, cramped apartment at night completely naked just made her hornier. But no matter how much she masturbated, she couldn't seem to achieve orgasm - it too, just made her hornier, until she couldn't sleep, her arousal at a fever pitch until she sat herself in the bathtub full of icy cold water. And now, here she sat, in her Professor's office, trying to grade papers as she sweltered in her clothes and her panties were well and truly soaked through with other fluids. She had an appointment with the campus doctor next week, but right now she just had to get through grading this stack of papers, which would normally not take her more than an hour and a half. Cynthia looked at the clock - the Professor would be lecturing for another hour, she felt she might just have enough time to cool off and get most of the work done before he got back. She had already kicked off her shoes under the desk and was barefoot, running her feet through the thick soft carpet to try to distract herself from how her body was feeling otherwise. Now she slid her panties and skirt down her legs and dropped them off her feet onto her shoes. She pulled her shirt over her head and put it on the pile as well. She hadn't worn a bra or socks today - the less clothing the better she seemed to feel. It also made her hornier. Sighing with frustration, she took a another long drink of water and leaned over the papers and forced herself to read them. It was nearly impossible, and she found her hand straying to her thigh. She was sitting in the Professor's office, totally naked - that along would be enough in normal circumstances, but now she felt in her now seemingly perpetual state of arousal, it was too much to ignore. She leaned back in her chair, defeated, and started rubbing her breast with one hand - her nipples hard as stones, and her labia with the other, swollen and red and gaping. She spread her knees wide and rubbed herself, separating her lips with her fingers, rubbing through the hot, wet canyons and quickly moving to circling her fingers around her clit as her other hand slipped fingers into her hungry vagina and continued to rub her lips with palm and thumb. The world seemed to melt away as she sweat, now not from heat, but from the effort and exhaustion she brought upon herself, her legs shaking and her breath staggering. Eventually, she fell off the chair and lay on the floor of the professor's office, her legs spread wide, staring at the ceiling fan. No matter how long she masturbated, no matter how sore she became, she couldn't get herself off. She turned her head to the clock and, after what she saw finally sank in gasped at the time. The professor's class had ended ten minutes ago. Before she had a chance to act, however, or even stop her hands from doing what they were doing. The door to the office opened. She slowly looked up to see the Professor standing in the doorway, looking down at her. After a moment she jumped up and ran behind the professors large stuffed leather desk chair, crouching behind it, panting, trying to hide her body, though it was no use, he had seen everything. Part of her was thinking what this meant for her academic career, the rest of her was totally engrossed total, unmitigated humiliation.