**Sneaky Lap Dance**

I always sat in the back of the lecture hall—less attention, more freedom. But when Alice slid into the seat next to me, my focus evaporated. She was wearing that tight black skirt again, the one that hugged her ass just right, and a crop top that showed off her toned stomach. She bit her lip when she caught me staring, then smirked, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

The professor droned on about economics, but I couldn’t hear a damn thing over the pounding of my heart when Alice leaned over and whispered, *“Bored. Wanna play?”* Before I could answer, she hopped up—not into her own seat, but right onto my lap.

The second she settled against me, I felt it—her ass pressing against my already-hardening cock through my jeans. She wiggled a little, testing, and I groaned, gripping the sides of my seat. *“Fuck, Alice…”*

She giggled, quiet enough that no one around us noticed, and tilted her hips back, grinding down slowly. I could feel every inch of her—the heat of her pussy through her thin panties, the way her thighs flexed as she rolled her body against me. My dick strained against my zipper, throbbing from the friction.

*“You like that?”* she murmured, throwing a glance over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark with lust, her plump lips parted. She reached behind her, sliding her hand between us, and palmed my cock through my pants. I hissed, my fingers digging into her hips as she squeezed.

*“Christ—Alice, we’re in fucking class—”*

*“So?”* She smirked, grinding harder now, her ass bouncing in slow, deliberate circles. I could feel how wet she was, the dampness seeping through her panties and onto my thigh. She leaned back against me, her ass pressing my cock even tighter, and I couldn’t stop my hands from roaming. I grabbed her tits over her top, thumbs rubbing over her nipples until they stiffened under the fabric. She let out a tiny whimper, biting her lip to keep quiet.

I slid one hand down her stomach, under the hem of her skirt, and cupped her pussy over her panties. She was soaked—so fucking wet I could feel the heat radiating off her. I pressed my fingers against her clit, rubbing in slow circles, and she arched into my touch, her breath hitching.

*“You’re gonna make me come right here,”* she panted, her hips moving faster, riding my thigh now. I shoved her panties aside and slid two fingers into her dripping cunt, curling them just the way she liked. Her walls clenched around me, and she muffled a moan against her own hand.

The professor was still talking, oblivious, while Alice rocked back onto my cock and forward onto my fingers, fucking herself in my lap. I could hear how wet she was, the slick sounds of her pussy taking my fingers, and it drove me insane.

*“Gonna come,”* she gasped, her whole body trembling. I pressed my thumb to her clit and fucked her faster, and she clenched around me, her back arching as she came with a silent cry. Her thighs shook, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from groaning out loud.

When she finally sagged against me, breathless, she turned her head and whispered, *“Your turn.”*

Before I could react, she reached back and unzipped my pants, freeing my aching cock. She shifted just enough to rub her slick pussy along my length, coating me in her wetness, then arched her back and pushed down—taking me inside her in one slow, torturous slide.

I nearly came on the spot. Her cunt was so tight, so fucking hot, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. She rolled her hips, riding me slow and deep, and I grabbed her waist, helping her move.

*“Fuck, you feel good,”* I growled into her ear, thrusting up into her. She whimpered, her nails digging into my thighs as she took every inch.

The lecture hall was full of students, but all I could see was Alice—her flushed face, the way her tits bounced under her top, the sinful way she fucked herself on my cock like she couldn’t get enough.

*“I’m close,”* I muttered, gripping her harder.

Alice grinned, reaching back to squeeze my balls, and that was it—I came so hard I saw stars, filling her up as she clenched around me, milking every last drop.

She finally slid off me, flushed and satisfied, smoothing her skirt like nothing had happened.

*“Best lecture ever,”* she whispered, winking as she tucked me back into my pants.

I could only nod, still dazed, wondering how the hell I was supposed to focus for the rest of class.