Quiet, Pleased

Bibi's hands holding the camera were shaking. She tried holding the shelf behind her to steady herself. She could hardly believe it. She was getting fellatio... in public... at her place of work...

And yet, Bibi's fear of getting caught, her embarrassment, was finally starting to abate. It was almost like a fever breaking. Maybe the divine pleasure of this woman's soft mouth and tight throat sucking on her cock was pushing away the negative emotions. Maybe it was because she had somehow, finally hid most of it from view.

Or maybe Bibi had considered the previously terrifying idea that someone she knew would finally find her... and it wasn't so bad. What was embarrassing about someone stumbling on you getting your huge cock sucked by a cute punky stranger? Hundreds of people were watching this right now, some of them paying to see it! Why shouldn't anyone else be so lucky to watch?

Bibi still tried to keep quiet. It IS a library...

Decy pulled Bibi's cock out of her mouth, bubbles of spit forming at the corner of her mouth as she breathed out. They made eye contact for just a moment before Decy gasped a full lungful of air and got back to it.

Bibi slapped her free hand over her mouth, trying to bury her moans within. Decy got down to a hand's width from the base before retreating again. She put Bibi's cock across her shoulder so she could nuzzle and kiss Bibi's large balls. Decy took back the camera to get the appropriate close-up for this act.

This left Bibi's hands free. Somehow, she found herself with both hands on Decy's head, guiding Decy's head as she thrust herself all the way down her throat, until each thrust slapped her balls on Decy's chin.

A tear rolled down Decy's cheekbone, as a drop of something equally clear dribbled down her hard cock. Every time she hummed with such contentment and joy, Bibi whimpered and squeaked. Maybe Bibi would find it easier to keep quiet with something hot and hard in her mouth... Decy could dream...

With a handful more uneven thrusts, Bibi ejaculated down Decy's throat, pulling back to fill her mouth before pushing forward again and sending even more into her stomach. A few thick dribbles spilled forward out of Decy's lips before Bibi pulled herself free, nearly collapsing.

Decy's chin was soaked with drool. She swallowed over and over. All the seed was gone, but so long as the flavor lingered, she just couldn't help but send it down into her belly. She described this happily to the audience, possibly to facilitate anyone who had turned away at the pivotal moment. She wiped her chin clean with the sweatband she had on her wrist, which clearly wasn't for sweat at all.

Seeing her partner nearly passed out on the carpet, Decy started a short ad break to rouse her again. Bibi was seeing stars, feeling the floor rock under her like the ocean. Sure, her first few orgasms were all great, but that was really something. It couldn't get any better than that... that had to be the end of the show. They'd say their good-nights, the credits would roll and Doc Severinsen would play something jazzy... right?

Decy wasn't satisfied. There was only one way to really end this already extra-length episode to a close... and it involved that gift that Decy had given her at the start. Decy inquired if Bibi's knowledge of this building was enough to find a place to really get down to business.

This suggestion got Bibi ready once again, almost painfully hard at what Decy was offering. Suddenly, going into the bathroom and finding a nice private stall didn't seem like such a bad idea, but Decy could have come to that conclusion herself. Decy would probably be fine with leaning against the stacks... but escaping an intruder's sight would be difficult when so... entangled.

With an involuntary snap of her fingers that sounded as loud as a firecracker, Bibi had an idea.

The auditorium was two stories high, with entrances on both floors. There were also emergency fire exits at the bottom, hidden behind the proscenium of the auditorium's stage. Despite occupying two floors, there was no balcony. The center seats spread out like a fan, reaching the two entrances on either side of the halls. If Bibi's understanding of the layout was correct... there was just enough space to crawl on the floor and enter the center section of the back row of seats without being seen by the professor. (Everyone else in there should be facing the other way, unless they deliberately weren't paying attention to the professor as a form of expensive protest.)

Explaining this to Decy under a brief stream mute, they went for it. They got to one of the two entrances to the auditorium and quickly crawled into the top row of the auditorium, where nobody was sitting. Whoever this professor was, they must have commanded rapturous attention such that there wasn't a single disinterested person sitting in the row furthest away from all the knowledge. As it was, it made an unobstructed path as Bibi and Decy snuck on their hands and knees into the center of the aisle, where Bibi got a few rather intimate shots of Decy from behind.

Decy took the camera back for a second to get a few shots of just over the rim of the seat in front of her. There were maybe a hundred students in this class, from freshmen to seniors, to super-super-seniors. The professor stood in the center behind his lectern, gesturing to his whiteboard with a pen as if it was a long pointer. How typical of a professor, waving it around like it was way bigger than it really was.

Decy reclined onto the floor, in the narrow space where seated college students would keep their feet and possibly their book bags. She whispered to the camera that all she really wanted, in this moment, was her new friend to screw her. Except she didn't say 'screw,' of course. Profanity embarrassed Bibi, but never had its use against her been so welcome.

She panned her camera down her body, down to her groin, pushing her cock out of the way and revealing a perfect, neat little slit. The camera lingered there, waiting for Bibi to take initiative. Off-camera, Bibi and Decy made eye-contact. Bibi couldn't believe that it was this simple, could it? Even if someone was impressed with her big penis, that didn't immediately mean they would let you do them... did it?

Decy mouthed for her to please do it a few times, bringing her free hand to the small of Bibi's back. Bibi held herself up with one arm and placed her tip against Decy's pussy. It didn't seem like a good fit... Bibi suddenly remembered the gift that Decy had given her, the condom strapped to her wrist.

Bibi was about to tear the serrated edge to release it from the wrapper, but Decy snatched it first. She took the wrapper in her teeth and peeled a vertical strip off the wrapper, effortlessly and silently liberating the condom from within. She made some comment on how this was the only safe part of their fun today, but Bibi was distracted by the intensely bright green color of this condom. Wrapping this thing around her erection almost made it look like it was a piece of neon.

Some in chat complained about the presence of the condom in their porn. At least one person was enthusiastic about it, possibly someone with a latex fetish. Maybe the other complainers had a latex allergy. Even in the world of public nudity camgirl streaming, you couldn't please everyone.

But Bibi could definitely still please Decy.

She placed her tip against Decy's vulva. Even through that layer of latex, Bibi could feel the heat from Decy's body. Bibi pushed in gently. At the very end, once her entire cock had vanished inside her, there was a sudden shocking feeling as the final inch of unguarded cock went inside. It was like the water going over the top of her boots in a cold stream... but this was hot. The condom literally wasn't designed to cover her entire member. Nobody had thought to design one that fit her.

Bibi gulped and withdrew herself partially. Even she knew that there was more to this procedure than just putting the pieces together. She leaned on her hands and gave Decy gentle half-thrusts, trying to keep her breathing quiet enough to not be discovered... and to make sure her rump didn't appear over the edge of the chairs in front of her.

Decy was currently filming her own crotch as best as she could, capturing as Bibi slid her cock in and out of her pussy... but Bibi couldn't quite see it from her angle. All she could see was Decy's pretty face huffing and flushed, her mouth open and panting like a dog when she could resist biting her lower lip. Decy brought her nose to Bibi's and whispered how good she was doing. Not that she was surprised, based on her 'natural advantage.'

They kept this up for a few minutes, roughly as much time as a viewer who hadn't thoroughly nutted to start to wish for something to mix it up. Decy tapped on Bibi's hip. She stopped her thrusts. Was she done? Did she make Decy orgasm? She would think there would be some obvious and sticky evidence from this...

Bibi slowly withdrew herself from Decy. She felt like she'd pulled the ship out of the bottle, not sure if she'd get it in again. With camera pointed at their crotches, Decy pinched the tip of the condom and wove it between her fingers, slowly pulling it off Bibi's cock, whispering about how she wanted 'the real thing.'

She stared at Decy. This was all planned. She could have just raw-dogged it from the start, but what was the fun in that? Well, there was absolutely loads of fun to be had in unprotected sex. But to tell the audience a story, to start with the condom and then remove it after a little bit of fun, as if their passion between these strangers was so strong as to remove any barriers between them... what a thrill for the audience. Too bad for that dope who left the stream early.

Bibi resumed her previous position and inserted herself into Decy's hot wet pussy. She resumed her thrusts with new vigor. This was WAY better than doing it with a condom! Why did people invent those things anyway? What were they even for? Just another shackle to keep her from experiencing life.

At this moment, she couldn't help but sneer at all the arbitrary restrictions she had to deal with every day. This must have been what it felt like to burn bras in the sixties, to be liberated of the shackles of clothing AND self-restraint. Why hide herself any longer? Her cock was so mighty, another woman with a huge cock fell to her knees and sucked it almost at the first sight of it. Let everyone else deal with their shame, because she had none left to provide!

As Bibi got into the groove, Decy's eyes rolled back and she started moaning a little louder. Bibi remembered who and where she was, the sound piercing her heart like a cold dagger. Despite her boasts, she was still capable of a bit of embarrassment, it seemed.

Grabbing Decy's hand, she pointed the camera away from the action and up to Decy's pleased face. Bibi appreciated the sight, so she thought the audience might agree. But that sound she was making, lovely as it was, might start to draw some attention away from the lecturer.

Bibi took her other hand and gently pressed it against Decy's mouth and nose, holding herself up on her elbows. She made a long shushing sound and reminded Decy that they were in a library, and that she should be quiet. If Decy really wanted to stop, she suggested that Decy could just bite her finger, as she passed her middle finger in between Decy's teeth. Decy's natural instinct was to suck the cylindrical thing that hat just entered her mouth.

Decy's muffled moans vibrated against Bibi's hand as she thrust even harder, all while holding her hand over Decy's mouth. Each thrust sent her sweaty body a few millimeters against the dusty floor. If Decy had any tattoos on her rear end, they would be rubbed away with all the friction.

With a smothered squeal, Decy ejaculated up into the underside of her breasts. Luckily, Decy had caught the shot... in more ways than one. She felt her legs go limp, her wrists turn to jelly. The camera rig came to rest at its side, taking a crooked but otherwise very detailed angle of their hips slapping together.

Despite this, Bibi didn't relent, continuing to pound Decy against the dusty classroom floor until she lost control. She grunted and howled as she released herself into Decy's pussy... at the same moment the classroom erupted into applause, burying their cries among the noise. That must have been some amazing equation the professor had just balanced. The audience that was watching through the Internet was just as thrilled to watch as white jizz spurted and leaked out from Decy's pussy and to the floor.

Decy stared blearily into the ceiling. Even in all her public decadence, Decy had never received a round of applause at the end of a stream. She also had never been creampied by a total stranger on the floor of a college classroom, either. Bibi collapsed on top of her, her head resting on her shoulder. Decy got a shot of the back of Bibi's head next to hers, Decy's fingers woven into the soft waves of auburn. She waved bye to her audience and gave Bibi a peck on her cheek before finally ending the stream.

Bibi tensed. How could she possibly tell Decy that was her first kiss?

The crowd filtered out of the auditorium, none of them noticing the naked pair tucked away in their little spot. Silence fell over the auditorium.

Nervous as a groundhog peeking out from a snowbank, Bibi looked over the edge of the seats in front of her. There was nobody left in the auditorium. The coast was finally clear.

Maybe it was the renewed silence, or the fact that they finally had real privacy... or maybe it was that 'post-nut clarity,' but Bibi felt all the tension drain out of her. She stood up from the floor, staring out to the large auditorium, nothing but air surrounding her nude form... and she felt fine. Even her erection was finally wilting... could she possibly get back to work and put her life back in order?

That would have to wait. Decy sprung off the floor, bits of dust and fluff clinging to her oily body. She pulled Bibi's head in and kissed her ferociously on the lips. Thirty seconds of sloppy make-outs later, she barely wrenched her lips free to moan how long she'd waited to do that, and what a star Bibi really was.

Bibi's heart thumped in her ears again as her erection reappeared. The show was over. Nobody was watching. This was just for them. She really thought it was all over when the camera went off...

Somehow, this ended with Bibi bent over a piano bench off to the side of the stage, with Decy pounding away at Bibi's ass. Maybe they should have been recording just to see how it went down. It all just happened so fast.

Checking her phone, now disconnected from the streaming arm, Decy saw that the time was about five minutes before the hour. She didn't know if anyone had a new class coming up to the auditorium, but it seemed like a fine time to get out of there. Decy scrambled for the fire exit as Bibi wiped jizz off her butt with some sheet music that was on the piano. It was Christmas music anyway, so nobody would have need of it for a while.

Decy pushed the bar on the fire door and stepped out. The sudden sunlight was extraordinary, despite that they were facing another building in an alley. Wind blew in and across their unprotected bodies, as if to sweep them back into the building like autumn leaves. Bibi pulled her arms up to her chest to guard against the cold, but Decy threw her hand back, grabbed one of Bibi's hands, marched forward with a wicked lean against the breeze, and stepped out onto the fire escape.

Decy climbed down the fire escape more deftly than Bibi. It was weird walking on the slatted metal with bare feet, but it never felt slippery or unsafe. Bibi still kept her hand on the railing as she slowly descended the floors until they reached the lowest level.

Ever the more adventurous of the pair, Decy swung herself out onto the suspended ladder and pulled it to ground level. Bibi jumped at the loud clang of the combined weight of the metal ladder and Decy coming down onto the concrete at great speed. Maybe Decy did it to get to the ground faster. Maybe it was fun. It seemed the daring and reckless behavior wasn't just an act for the stream.

Bibi moved one rung at a time down the ladder, three points of contact at all times, just how she was trained. She could feel Decy's eyes gazing up at her. This whole kerfuffle started with someone looking up at her while climbing a ladder (or not, as may have been the case with the polite customer). It seemed fitting to end it with someone watching her descend a ladder. Once Bibi's feet touched the concrete, and her cock stopped bumping against the rungs of the ladder, Decy pulled her aside to hide in the relative safety of the shadow behind a Dumpster.

There it was. A cheap, gray mass-market backpack stuffed almost to aching with clothing, hopefully enough to cover them both. At this point, Bibi would take a single towel, or even a pair of sweatpants. She could just fold her arms and do the hand-bra thing if it just meant she could hide her dick.

Decy unzipped the backpack and pulled it open. Bibi was prepared for the preternatural light that emerged from chests of buried treasure.

The backpack was filled with garbage.

Bibi's heart sunk, like pulling the ripcord on her parachute and seeing nothing but stainless steel cutlery fluttering above her head. This was the finish line, the end of the rainbow, but there was nothing here after all.

For the first time, Decy looked distressed. Upturning the backpack showed the only garment inside... was a worn-out ballcap with an obscene phrase on it. Decy insisted she hadn't added a hat to the emergency clothing parcel. Someone had evidently stolen the cheap clothes she had hidden in here, stuffed the backpack with litter and takeout bags from fast food restaurants AND left a single garment inside that would offer no real cover. Considering this was all right next to a Dumpster, refilling it with trash seemed especially vindictive. If the backpack had just disappeared, she would have assumed someone just took it or called in the bomb squad or something. This seemed like the work of a dedicated hater.

Decy ran her hand through her hair and stared out into space. She didn't gnash her teeth or cry, but she wondered how they would get out of this predicament now. Maybe she could rip holes into the backpack and wear it like a diaper, but nudity possessed more dignity than that.

Bibi didn't have any solutions for this problem, just as they had failed to materialize throughout this long journey. But she suggested that however the tale of them getting out of this situation would end... it would definitely be interesting enough that her audience might want to see it happen.

Decymal gave Bibi a glance, a smile creeping on her lips. Bibi put the hat over her eyes as Decy reconnected the collapsing arm to the phone.

This story... wasn't quite over yet.

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A month later, Decymal's stream went live. She had a brick wall to her back, and the sounds of the bustling city all around her. She wore a one-piece black dress, which was unusual for her very casual style. She turned the camera around to show off her surroundings...

And her partner. A brunette with brown hair and glasses. She wore a short brown trenchcoat with her bare clavicle visible under her chin and bare legs sticking out underneath. Her intent could not be clearer, but Decymal still talked to the audience as though they had no idea the fun they were about to get up to out here.

Decy moved up against her partner's shoulder, getting them both in frame. Decy hiked up the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, revealing nothing underneath but a nude body and a pulsing erection. Her partner pulled apart the buttons of her coat and revealed her own hard cock, but her body was ornamented with some rope bondage. None of it seemed to restrict the motion of her limbs; it was just there for ornamentation.