This is a large class and the room where we meet is not conducive to supporting such a large group of people. We are packed in like sardines in a can and find little personal space in which to operate. The professor has spent most of her career working with the dying in hospice settings, but instead of making her morbid and burdened with sorrow, this work has appeared to have nourished her soul. She is soft spoken with a sweetness of spirit that speaks in her voice and gleams in her eyes.

As everyone settled in with much grumbling and snickering at the closeness of our bodies, I wiggled uncomfortably in the hard institutional chairs and sought a semi-acceptable position for my body that would perhaps ease the ache in my neck and shoulders. The professor told the class that she felt some guided imagery would be a good way to start the evening. Now I was aware that part of this class would utilize guided imagery and although I am familiar with it, I remain skeptical and suspicious of allowing anyone to guide me anywhere. The professor asked her assistant to turn down the lights in the room and told us all to find as comfortable a position as we could within the circumstances and to close our eyes and drop our heads and just breathe. With not a little sense of the ridiculous, I never the less complied. And here is what happened in that period of time....

The professor's voice singsongs through my consciousness as I close my eyes and try to focus on what she is saying.

“Begin by taking several slow, deep breaths. Now let your breath flow naturally and bring your attention to the sensations in your body.”

I do as she says, breathing slow and deep, exhaling through my mouth quietly. I turn my mind inward and seek to focus as she says on the sensations of my body. I feel the tenseness in my neck, the pin pricks of nerve endings complaining. I hear the slow inhalations and exhalations of myself and the students closest to me. The voice continues just outside my mind, soothing and calming.

“Let your awareness sweep over your body. .....Pay close attention to every part of your body. Is there excess energy in your hands, feet, head, or any bodily part? Each time you are aware of any sensation, bring your full attention to that sensation. Explore it deeply.”

I become aware that I am bringing my attention to my neck and shoulders. A natural enough happening since they are so aggravated. But instead of the focus being on my pain and numbness, I feel instead a tingling there. My skin begins to crawl, tickling and prickling as if being touched by an unseen mouth. And my mind turns inward to identify this feeling. I feel your body pressed close behind me, your breath on my neck, your mouth questing across my skin. I am aware of the feel of your body as it touches mine. Hard and large, you press against my back, my butt... your lips nuzzling my neck, my ears, my shoulders. My skin tingles and small pulses of electricity shimmer through my veins causing the fine hairs on my skin to rise.

“Let your awareness travel to your arms....Be aware of the sensations in your arms and hands as you continue the exploration.”

My breathing deepens, becoming almost panting. I feel the hardness of the doorway I grasp as you stand behind me and begin to explore my body with your hands. I feel your hands lightly travel down my upper arms, seeking and testing, finding all the little nuances of my skin. The hardness of the wood beneath my hands mirrors the hardness of your cock as I feel it rise firm and demanding behind me. As your mouth continues your questing and your hands stroke me, I find myself wanting more, more touching everywhere. I want to feel your hands and mouth on my skin, on my nipples, on my clit.

“Focus on your torso. Slowly and deliberately explore your chest, your spine, your abdomen. Breathing in and out, exploring, noticing all sensations.....”

I feel my nipples rise as I focus on the sensations in my torso as I am instructed and it is your hands that cover my breasts. Your fingers seeking and finding the little nubs at the ends of my tits. Pinching and kneading my nipples and breasts, you send shocks of desire coursing from my hardened nipples down through my body, into my pussy and I feel it engorging and swelling. A moistening within my heat begins and I am aware that I am waiting to be filled with your hot cum. I hear the small shuffling and shifting of the students on either side of me and know that they do not know I am being made love to in my guided imagery. I know they have no idea that your hands are cupping each large breast, tugging my nipples through my T-shirt.  My nipples are hard and aching and I slip my hands up to my chest and lightly stroke my breasts with the flat of my palm unobtrusively seeking to mimic your touch. In the darkened room, no one can see me touching myself. They don’t know what I am doing while they sit calmly and quietly next to me.

“Be aware of all sensations in your pelvis, your buttocks, your genitals. Keep your focus on the sensations in your body. Be aware of the touch of the air against your skin. Be aware of the texture of your clothing and its feel on your body.”

I turn and press my body to yours. Your hands reach for my T-shirt and begin to strip it from my body. The house is quiet and echoing. Seeking the hooks on my bra, you fumble for a moment before unfastening the clasp and freeing my heavy breasts from their confinement. I step back from you and remove my shirt and bra in one swift motion, exposing my nakedness to your eyes. You drop your head to my breasts and suck each nipple gently into your mouth. Your lips harden around them and nip at them. They crinkle and ache under your mouth’s attention. I step away and strip off my jeans. Now I am totally exposed. Lowering my eyes, I step back and then raise them slowly to meet your gaze. Fearing what I will see in your eyes, I none the less offer myself for your appraisal and subsequent acceptance or rejection.  I look and you say nothing, but an imperceptible nod of your head tells me I have met your approval.

Trails of desire trace themselves through my pelvis as I focus my attention there as instructed and my cunt tingles and aches. I can feel it throbbing and shift my position to try to ease the aching need.  I need to touch myself but since that is not possible I return to the place in my mind where you are waiting.

Lowering myself to the carpet, I can feel the soft texture of it caressing my buttocks and back, cushioning and yet unforgiving, it supports my naked body. I spread my legs and your hands dip into my wetness. You shove your fingers into me, touching my deepest areas. The muscles of my cunt contract around your fingers, sucking them in.  The soft whir of the ceiling fan whispers above me as the air stirs the fine hair on my body and I feel your weight pressing me into the carpet. I feel your fingers stroking and seeking my clit through the thick tuft of brown hair that guards that little nub. It pulses with each passing stroke and begins to swell, slipping from under the hood that encloses it.

“Focus deepening, exploration continuing....expand your attention to your entire body. Become fully aware of your entire body, warmth, cold, tingling, tickling... Become aware of all sensations....”

I feel your knees forcing my thighs apart, spreading me wide. Your cock is hard as it probes my opening. My pussy contracts and then opens to take you in.  I feel the head of your dick slipping between my swollen lips, pushing and pressing its way  into the heat of my cunt.  Sliding in deeply, I feel my juices flow around your rod, bathing it with slick wetness. You begin to stroke and the pull of your cock as it slides in and out tugs my pussy lips making me arch to meet you. My nipples are hard and as the heat of your body covers mine inside and out, they get harder.  My cunt and my nipples are connected in a straight line and as my pussy clenches and throbs, my breasts feel like they are filling.  My breath is coming faster and the waves of heat wash across my body. I feel your sweat fall in tiny droplets on my skin. The hair begins to stand on end on my arms. There is a desperate need building in me. I can sense wave after wave of fire centering in my clit and my cunt. It is hot and burning and I know that I am going to cum. My pussy is burning and aching.  I need you to shoot your load into me. I can feel your balls slapping gently against my asshole and the feel of them tight and full as they touch that area drives me further toward my orgasm. You drive into me hard and I hear your breath break as your load slams into my cunt, flowing around my cervix and filling my silky wetness with your flood.  I run my tongue up your arm and taste your salt and feel your cock throb within me.

“Feel yourself to be fully in your body. Sense your energy flowing through your body.  Breathe in. And out. Continue to pay close attention  to your body and its sensations.  When you are ready, open your eyes.”

I open my eyes. And slowly focus on the room around me. The other students are looking like they have come out of a trance. The ones on either side of me yawn and stretch. But I am aware that I am not relaxed and I feel a deep itch within. My cunt it aching and feels open wide as if your hands were still there, still probing and seeking. I know I won’t be able to concentrate on the lesson this way. All I can think of is my aching pussy and the taste of your skin in my mouth. I get up, stretch and unobtrusively head for the classroom door. I have to get some relief. I have to finish this and stop this ache. Heading for the bathroom, I can feel the crotch of my shorts is wet and slippery with my juices. I go down the stairs to the lower ladies room as it is usually not used much. Checking each stall for occupants, I go into the far stall and lock the door. Unzipping and unbuttoning my jeans, I slip them down my thighs and sit on the toilet seat.  Reaching between my thighs, I seek my cunt. It is wet and slippery. My clit is hard to hold onto, it is so wet. I slide one finger down between my cunt lips and stroke the head of my clit lightly.  Bolts of electricity shoot through it and I moan softly. Sliding my finger farther down, I slip it into my cunt then follow it with another finger so I am able to stretch my lips open some. Sliding my fingers in and out, my thigh muscles clench and my hips begin to pump up and down. I slip my fingers out of my dripping pussy and bring them to my lips. Flicking my tongue out, I taste the juices that coat them. Slick and hot, tasting slightly of musk with a sweet tartness to it, I lick my fingers clean. Tasting myself makes me hotter and my cunt clenches rhythmically causing my clit to ache. I place my hand back on my pussy, pressing hard against my pubic mound with my palm I apply steady pressure, and slip two fingers between my cunt lips. Grasping my clit between my index and middle finger, I begin to roll the hard little pearl around, tugging and pulling on it. I feel it shudder and throb and putting my two fingers closely together, I begin to rub it back and forth. Pressing harder with my palm, I pull up and the hood above my clit retracts and my fingers are on the very tip of that sensitive bead. I feel like I am going to wet all over myself but keep rubbing, faster and faster. My hips writhe against the unforgiving hardness of the toilet seat and I stretch my thighs out in front of me and clench my muscles. I am going to come and I am going to come hard. Panting, I fuck my hand, hard and fast. My nipples hurt they are so erect now and I can feel my breasts bobbing with my movements. My toes curl and a wave of white hot energy fills my cunt and explodes out my pussy lips. My hand is drenched with the flow of my orgasm and I rub harder and harder. It becomes too good and my thighs open exposing my pussy to the air. It aches for a cock now to make it feel complete. So I rub some more and finally slam another and another until I have to bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud. I slow my stroking and gently caress  my cunt till my breathing begins to return to normal. Then taking my hand from between my legs, I carefully lick my fingers clean again. Reaching out I take some tissue and wipe the juice from my cunt and with each touch, my pussy jerks and throbs. Pulling up my jeans, I go to wash my hands, searching my face in the mirror to see if I show any sign of what I have been doing.  My eyes are dark and sleepy looking and there is a slight blush to my cheeks but I don’t think anyone will notice the difference.  I return to my class and slip into my seat, wondering if anyone can smell the sex that seems to be pouring from my skin.

After class, I thanked the professor for her “guided imagery” exercise and told her how relaxed it had made me.  She said I looked much more calm than when class began. I told her I enjoyed it so much that I planned on doing it again as often as possible.
 
 
 

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