I raised my wet hand in the air and asked the teacher if I could be excused. Luckily he said yes and I quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom. My mind filling with images of fingering myself. Memories of explorations of my vagina were never more vivid. I entered the stall and removed my panties. I noticed they were a little wet.
Before I realized what I was doing my hand with my panties went up to my face. I pressed my nose to the wet spot and sniffed. I loved the smell but again I felt disgusted at my actions. Why am I doing this!? But then again, I've never felt more pleasure as I could feel my vagina growing even wetter. My hand soon found their way to my pussy as I softly started stroking my lips. Carefully parting them with my fingers. I was so wet! My fingers wee soon covered in my grool.
Soon I was pumping in and out of my pussy with my finger. I felt the need to put more fingers in so I inserted a second finger. Frantically fingering myself. Pleasure building and building but somehow I couldnt reach my orgasm. My juices dribbling down my fingers and my pussy making wet smacking noises and my moaning was the only sound to be heard. Suddenly I thought about looking at myself as I was fingering myself. I have to find my release! I quickly yanked my fingers out of my pussy, adjusted my skirt and ran out of the bathroom, out of the school, towards home. At home I ran to my room and went to my footlong mirror. I slid of my skirt and sat down on my knees. On all fours with my ass and dribbling pussy facing the mirror I again started fingering myself
