Georgia goes to University

by Vanessa Evans

Part 02 – Still Settling In.

The next morning I woke alone on my back on my bed, my right hand on my wet pussy.

“I really must get a motion activated camera and stick it between my legs when I go to bed.” I thought as I lay there for a few minutes trying to decide if my head hurt or not.

It didn’t and I got up and went to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for the day. I put some coffee on and started making a mental list of what I had to do that day. It was a Friday and the list wasn’t very long. I had to go to the university to check on a couple of things, check out my delivery and maybe try out a thing or two, and that was about it. I decided that I’d go for a walk to get familiar with a few places.

I smiled as I wondered if it would be breezy again. Whatever, I was definitely going to wear a lightweight skirt and with a bit of luck put a smile on a few faces.

I ripped open my delivery and saw that everything was there, except the electric shock dildo, but I didn’t expect it to arrive quite so soon, and it would be from a different supplier.

One of the things that I had ordered was some bigger Ben Wa balls. I was getting too used to the original pair clinking inside me and wanted the clinking to be harder and louder and cause more vibrations inside me. The only drawback being that they would take more effort to keep them in. But that was a challenge that I looked forward to. I took them out of the wrapping and pushed them up my vagina, flinching at the cold invasion.

As I wandered around the apartment I realised that I was putting on a sort of reality show for anyone who cared to watch. I wondered if Charles’ cameras were accessible from outside the building’s network. I wondered how I could find a hacker and get them to hack in and connect the cameras to some voyeur’s website.

Then I remembered that my new remote controlled vibrator could do just that if I could get the app onto my laptop. A task for later I decided.

Bathroom, dressed, then to the university was my plan and that’s what I did. I chose another ultra short skirt, tank top and heels. To make it a bit for fun I dug out my pink dog collar and put that on as well. Oh, and I left the Ben Wa balls inside me. I didn’t want to be cumming all the time so my egg and new vibe were out of the question but the balls would keep me ‘simmering’ all the time that I walked around.

When I got down to reception I saw a girl talking to Charles. He introduced Riley Woolley to me and he asked if I was going to the university. When I said that I was she asked me if I could show her where to go to register.

I smiled and said that we could walk together.

As soon as I was outside I was reminded that England isn’t as warm as Ibiza. Okay it wasn’t cold but my pussy could tell the difference between the warm Ibiza air tickling it and the cooler English air. The cooler English air was having a greater arousing effect.

As we walked we talked, the usual stuff, and I saw that Riley is another slimish, blond girl with, probably, large ‘A’ or ‘B’ cup tits. She didn’t sound snobbish about her parents wealth but she gave me the impression that she might be a little shy and prudish, and possibly a bit thick, it was the way that she looked at my short skirt and protruding nipples that made me wonder.

I was a little disappointed that the breeze had gone but I knew that the back of the skirt would be bouncing up and maybe giving people a quick flash.

Anyway, I left Riley at the appropriate table talking to whatever the young woman was called, and went and checked where and when I had to be on the Monday.

All the time I kept thinking about the bigger metal balls inside me and squeezing my muscles trying to get them further inside me therefore less chance of them falling out.



The student’s union was there again, pouncing on all newbies and trying to convince them to go to the parties and gigs but I wasn’t interested apart from wandering around the tables advertising the different university clubs looking for a pole dancing club. I didn’t find one, but I did notice a few guy’s looking at my legs and chest. I smiled to myself each time that I saw one.

When I left the university I saw the coffee shop that I’d been in the previous day and thought about the unknowing flashing that I’d done. I decided that today it was going to be very deliberate flashing.

I was lucky in that the same table was free and I sat in the same place and position, perched on the front of the chair and knees apart. Like the previous time, I couldn’t see my slit but I was sure that anyone passing outside would be able to.

I got my phone out and started downloading and setting up a few apps that I knew that I would need in England that were useless in Ibiza, totally oblivious to anyone outside who may, or may not, have been looking up my legs.

I think that I saw in my peripheral vision, 1 young man looking but I didn’t properly look up. I was too busy on my phone. I looked at the WhatsApp group and saw that Roxy had posted a message to say that she’d met some of the residents and that she’d had a great night out with 3 of them.

I smiled, agreeing with her that it was a great night.



Coffee finished, I used my phone to work out how far it was to what is probably the largest shopping centre in Bristol and decided that it was too far for me to walk in the shoes that I was wearing so I used Uber to book a taxi.

Whilst waiting for it I did look out of the window, willing the young men who were passing to look over to me. Unfortunately, my taxi arrived quickly and I got up and went out to it.

The back seat of the car was cold on my bare butt and if I hadn’t of been sat behind the driver he would have been able to see me idly rubbing my pussy for all of the short journey.

The shopping centre was big, but not that big, the glass in parts of the roof letting the sun in giving it a bigger effect.

Of course I’d been up escalators before and never even thought about people looking up the back of my skirt because in those days I always wore skirts to the knee, and in Ibiza I never went into a store that had an escalator.

I think that it was on my second trip up an escalator that I heard a couple of young men discussing whether or not the girl in front of them was wearing any knickers that I realised that it was me that they were talking about. I’m so used to wearing micro skirts and no knickers that I usually just don’t think about it.

When I realised that they were looking up my skirt I immediately spread my feet a bit more and started clenching my pussy muscles. That moved the steel balls inside me about a lot more, raising my arousal level more.

“Fucking hell,” I heard a male voice say, “can you see what she’s doing Andy.”

I smiled to myself and kept doing it until I stepped off the escalator at the top. As I walked away I made my butt sway from side to side which in turn made my skirt dance around a bit, giving flashes of my bare butt cheeks.

I had to stop for a minute to remember what it was that I was looking to buy.

As I wandered around, looking in more shops than necessary, I went up and down escalators a lot more times than was necessary to find the shops that needed to stock up on the very few items of make-up that I use. I had rarely worn any make-up in Ibiza but had decided to enhance the look of my eyes and lips now that I was back in England.

I came across another big chain coffee shop and decided to have a coffee and a bite to eat. This shop had a few tables outside at the side of the walkway, like many in Ibiza do, and I timed it right and got a table outside. Sitting lazily again, like I did outside the cafes in Ibiza, giving a few people walking by a pleasant surprise, all accidental of course.



Shopping, and a bit of flashing, done, I walked to the main entrance, using my phone to call a taxi.

Back at my apartment I decided to try out my new remote controlled vibrator again. I squeezing my steel balls out and replaced them with my new vibe and after driving myself crazy, and a couple of orgasms, I decided to sign-up for one of the cam-girl websites. It was relatively easy and I was soon waiting for someone, somewhere, to spend a few tokens to watch me and control the vibrator inside me.

I was half expecting to have to wait until the evening but it wasn’t long before someone with the username of ‘aussieguy’ was controlling the vibrator and sending me crazy. A small part of me wanted to stop it and return to normal, but I just couldn’t, I WANTED more. And for the next 20 minutes or so my insides were bouncing around and giving me 3 orgasms.

When ‘aussieguy’ logged off so did I, and I pulled the vibrator out of me. I needed a rest.

But after a drink of water and a short rest I was still feeling horny. Then I got the idea of going down and using the workout room. I had visions of me in the workout room in Ibiza with all those people watching me stretch my legs wide apart and cumming in front of them.

I knew that I would probably be the only person in the workout room below me but I could still imagine that there were other people there watching me. And I couldn’t think of any reason why I couldn’t exercise naked, 3 out of the 7 other residents had already see me naked and I was 100 percent sure that sometime in the near future the other 4 would have the same pleasure. And I couldn’t think of any reason why I couldn’t exercise with my egg inside me.

I slid it home then set it to random rapid bursts, and just to make it more exciting, I added random electric shocks.

Satisfied that I was ready, I picked up a towel and my phone and headed for the stairs.

There was no one in the little workout room so I put my phone, and towel in one corner and went to the nearest of the 5 machines. As I started pushing up with my arms I decided that I would have to make visits to the workout room a regular feature of my life. I wanted to keep fit and keep my body the way it was, no fat anywhere.

As I looked down at my naked body I realised that my golden tan was going to disappear, I wasn’t happy, I liked having a tan. Anyway, as I kept pushing up I decided that I’d try, no, would come down there every other day. An increasing number of reps with a slowly increasing resistance on each machine in turn; followed by a lot of stretching exercises on the mats. I’d try to repeat the exercises that I’d done in the workout room in Ibiza.

I was disappointed that there wasn’t one of those machines that forces your legs wide apart then you have to squeeze them together, but there again, there was no one to stare at my pussy whilst I was doing that.

The egg kept interrupting my rhythm, but I wasn’t complaining.

The fifth, and last machine was an exercise cycle and I could visualise the first time that I went on the one in the workout room in Ibiza. I could still see Pedro adjusting the height of the saddle and his face as I slid to my first orgasm on that bike.

Just as I bent to see how to adjust the saddle height the egg burst into life and I nearly banged my head on the saddle. As my body got used to the vibration and the pleasure that they were giving me, I managed to loosen the saddle and raise it, then tighten the lever.

Taking a deep breath and stupidly wanting the egg to give me a break, I climbed on and instantly felt the weight of my body pressing my clit onto the saddle. My clit was going to get a good workout as well.

I sighed then just sat there waiting for the egg to either make me cum or give me a break. It was the former, and when I was able I started pedalling, me having to slide from side to side to keep my feet in the pedals.

My whole pussy was still sensitive from the recent orgasm and it didn’t take long for me to cum again.

“Thank you O-Shot.” I thought, and “thank you daddy” for paying for it, although he probably wouldn’t have realised it.

After my third orgasm I decided that that was enough of that for 1 day, If I was going to increase the reps each time I was there I’d increase the number or orgasm each time as well. I giggled at the thought of me nearly 3 years in the future and pedalling to achieve over 100 orgasms.

“That would be nice.” I thought, then realised that my poor little body would probably give up long before I reached that quantity.

I climbed off the bike and decided that the next time that I went there I’d try to remember to bring a bottle of water.

I lay on the mats for a while getting my breath back and trying to remember the sequence that I’d done the stretching exercises, but gave up after the third one and hoped that it would come back to me when I got started.

I smiled as I visualised the men in the workout room in Ibiza watching me as I spread my legs and stretched my muscles in so many different ways.

Anyway, I started and was pleased that things were coming back to me as I went. Although I did collapse into a heap on the floor when I was doing a handstand and my egg decided to give me a quick electric shock, but it was just a quick one and I was soon able to get on and finish all the exercises.

Pleased with myself, but unhappy that no one had watched me, I went out of the workout room and saw the pool.

“Shall I?” I asked myself before putting my towel and phone down and diving in.

It was refreshing after building up a sweat in the workout room but I surfaced and swam to the other end. Then I remembered what Roxy had said about the water inlet pipe so I started slowly working my way round the side of the pool.

“Woah there.” I said as my hand got pummelled and pushed towards the centre of the pool.

I moved my hand back and felt the water pressure as it was forced into the pool. Satisfied that it wouldn’t cause me any injury, I moved my body a little further and felt the water pummelling my little tits.

“That will give the muscles in there a decent workout.” I thought.

Then tried to think of how I could get that jet of water to pound my pussy.