Greg’s heart raced as he stumbled upon the tantalizing ad, nestled inconspicuously between the academic articles on his school’s library computer. The neon letters beckoned him with the allure of forbidden fruit: “CAM GIRL LIVES HERE: Your Desire Fulfilled.” The cute university boy, with his shaggy hair and wire-rimmed glasses, felt a surge of excitement mingled with nerves. He glanced around the quiet library, ensuring no one was watching his illicit search. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds, each one echoing through the hallowed halls of knowledge like a silent countdown to a guilty pleasure he had never before dared to indulge in.
With trembling fingers, Greg clicked the link, his curiosity piqued. The webpage loaded slowly, as if the internet itself was savoring the anticipation. When the page finally appeared, it was a visual feast of sensuality and technology, a stark contrast to the dusty textbooks and sterile study environment that surrounded him. A beautiful young woman with emerald eyes and a mischievous smile stared back at him from the screen, her voluptuous curves framed by the glow of the webcam. She lounged on a velvet couch, dressed in lingerie that was both elegant and scandalously revealing. Her name, a shimmering ‘Evelyn’, danced across the top of the chat box in cursive script.
Evelyn’s seductive gaze seemed to pierce through the monitor and into Greg’s soul, as if she could feel his presence. She began to speak in a voice that was a sweet symphony of seduction, her lips moving in silent invitation. Greg’s eyes widened as he realized she was speaking directly to him, even though he had not yet entered the chat. He hastily donned his earphones, the sudden sound of her greeting sending a shiver down his spine. “Welcome, handsome,” she purred, her voice a siren’s song that seemed to resonate in his very bones.
The library’s ambient noise was replaced by the sweet symphony of Evelyn’s voice, whispering sweet nothings that grew increasingly explicit. She began to play with her long, auburn hair, twirling it around her fingers as her eyes danced with the promise of unbridled passion. Greg felt his body responding to her every move, his heart pounding in his chest as if trying to break free from the confines of his sweatshirt. His breath grew shallower as he watched her sensual dance, his hand drifting to the bulge growing in his sweatpants without conscious thought.
Evelyn noticed the change in his demeanor and grinned wickedly, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Let me help you with that,” she murmured, and with a flick of her wrist, the camera angle shifted. Suddenly, she was up close, her full, luscious lips pursed around a finger that traveled down her neck, caressing the swell of her breasts. Greg could feel his resolve crumbling, his mind swirling with the heady cocktail of desire and embarrassment at his own brazenness. But the thrill of the moment was too potent to resist; he had crossed a line, and there was no turning back.
He slid his hand into his sweatpants, his fingers wrapping around his hardening cock as Evelyn’s eyes locked onto his through the webcam. She began to undo the delicate laces of her lingerie, revealing creamy skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. Her breasts, a perfect handful, bounced free, her pink nipples hardening as she pinched them playfully. Greg’s breath hitched in his throat as he stroked himself in time with her movements, the sound of his palm against his flesh muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.
Evelyn’s voice grew huskier as she described what she would do to him if they were together, her words painting a vivid picture that Greg’s imagination eagerly filled in. She traced her fingertips over her stomach, down to the damp fabric of her thong, teasing the outline of her pussy. “Do you like watching me?” she asked, her eyes never leaving his. Greg nodded frantically, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but his body was responding with a fervor that left no room for doubt.
The tension in the library was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal. The world outside the computer screen faded away, leaving only Greg and Evelyn in their digital sanctum. Her hand slid beneath her thong, and she began to stroke herself in lazy circles, her hips rolling in silent invitation. Greg’s hand moved faster, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached the edge. “Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice a sweet promise of release. “Let me see that gorgeous face of yours when you come all over those nerdy glasses.”
The final sentence was all it took. With a strangled moan, Greg’s orgasm crashed over him like a wave, his body tensing as ropes of white-hot pleasure shot through him. He spasmed in his chair, his seed spurting out to cover his sweatpants, the keyboard, and even a few drops landing on the library’s pristine floor. His eyes squeezed shut, he rode out the intensity, his mind reeling with the aftershocks of his most publicly private moment.
When Greg finally dared to open his eyes, Evelyn was still there, watching him with a knowing smile. She had seen it all, the culmination of his fantasy played out in the most unexpected of places. He quickly adjusted his clothing and cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse from his silent cries of ecstasy. “It was… amazing.”
Evelyn’s smile grew wider. “Anytime, handsome,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Just remember, I’m always here when you need a little… study break.” With a wink, she signed off, leaving Greg alone in the library with the echoes of his own pleasure and the sticky mess in his lap.
The realization of what he had just done hit him like a ton of bricks. He was in the university library, for Christ’s sake! But even as he cleaned himself up with trembling hands, a part of him couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of liberation. He had taken a risk, and it had paid off in the most exhilarating way possible. As he gathered his books and prepared to leave, Greg couldn’t help but glance back at the computer, wondering if he’d ever be able to return to the quiet sanctity of his studies without the siren’s call of Evelyn’s seductive webcam luring him back into the rabbit hole of digital debauchery!
Lucy Lu!