Stalking in the lecture hall

There was a class of electives we took together in an audiovisual classroom.
There was a pretty girl from the business school in the class; she was very beautiful, almost mixed-race,
with fair skin. She was my ideal type – long hair, a slim waist, and a shapely bottom.
The lecture halls weren't very big, so I always sat next to her.
Not only was it pleasing to the eye, but she also had a lovely fragrance, which was really nice. During
class, I could sneak peeks at her chest from the angle of my gaze towards the blackboard, or catch a glimpse of her pink panties from behind.
I saw her every time I went to class, so we knew each other a little and would greet each other.
Today, I was sitting next to her, with my bag in the middle.
She was wearing a silk V-neck top with a slightly wrinkled neckline.
You know how it is with those kinds of tops – the neckline is easy to see through, especially when she bent over.
During class, when she was taking notes, I could constantly see her bra strap and white bra, which already made me hard.
After class, when everyone got up to pack their bags, something even more surprising and exciting happened.
I faced her as I packed my things, and she faced me too. She was bending down, packing her bag,
her collar so wide that I could see right through her at a perfect 45-degree angle.
Because she was wearing a hard-shell bra, it didn't cling to her breasts when she leaned forward; instead, it flipped open,
revealing her fair breasts.
She was truly a beauty; even her breasts were perfectly sized, delicate and lovely. Her
skin was already fair, but her breasts were even more fair and translucent, without a single mole or blemish.
As you know, the lecture hall wasn't very big. So I stood next to her, less than 50 centimeters from her snow-white breasts.
Since I was also packing my bag, she was the one who put her breasts right in front of me. I didn't need to deliberately turn my head or sway my head;
I didn't hold back and let her see her
beautiful breasts clearly. Because of the underwire support, her breasts were pushed up into a double V-shape at a 45-degree angle,
exactly the kind I like—the visual effect of an actress being manipulated from behind, with her hands supporting and gathering her breasts from below.
My beautiful classmate's breasts at that moment, I guessed, were probably a little smaller than a C-cup.
Supported by the underwire, they looked like white bamboo shoots, pointed and lifted high. Her complete, white, soft breasts were unexpectedly right in front of me.
Even with the movement of her arms packing her books, they looked like pudding just poured into a bowl and shaking. With her gentle swaying
, I was already incredibly aroused. Little did I know, an even bigger treat was yet to come—her
bra swayed lower and lower. I could actually see her nipples! Her pale pink nipple on her right breast was completely exposed,
and even the small bumps around it were clearly visible. It was clear
my pretty classmate was quite innocent; her areola was very light in color, suggesting she hadn't been with many men.
I was a little stunned because when I'd ever seen girls' photos, I'd only ever seen the flesh of their breasts,
or something barely visible. Even if there were nipples, they were usually far away, or I'd just catch a glimpse.
Today, I had such a huge treat! The girl standing next to me, while packing her bag, had her breasts exposed by her bra,
her nipples sticking out high and firm, swaying with her arms. The lighting was great, and I got to admire her up close for a full two minutes—
it was incredibly pleasurable!
After lunch, I couldn't attend my afternoon classes. I ran back to my room and masturbated a couple of times.
This feeling is hard to describe; it's incomparable to just looking at porn. What's more, the object of my voyeurism is a beautiful female classmate I know.
This is completely different from the feeling of easily ripping off clothes and grabbing breasts with my girlfriends or casual sex partners.
I can see so clearly; the visual impact is so strong. It still seems like it's right in front of me. I
vaguely feel an urge to rape her. I keep fantasizing about grabbing those jiggling, pointed breasts from behind
and fucking her hard, then ejaculating on her chest.
Damn! So good!

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