Teacher Show Time

869 Words.

The history lesson was ending; it was the last lesson of the day. How I managed to get through that hour without embarrassing myself I’ll never know. For the entire  lesson, Rebecca, one of my students has continually made suggestive advances to me.

Rebecca was one of the universities dream dolls, every guy wanted her, but for some reason Rebecca had set her sights on me, a man several year older than her. Not that I was adverse to her advances, and if I hadn’t have been her teacher things may have been able to occur, but as it was, I had simply put it down to a teacher crush. 

But today’s lesson was different. Rebecca’s desk was directly in front of mine, and all through the lesson she kept throwing glances at me, and several times I had noticed her crossing and uncrossing her legs under her desk, and with each movement her short skirt rode higher revealing  black suspenders cutting a line down her silky thighs.

No matter how hard I tired, my eyes kept retuning to Rebecca and her long slender legs. No more than on three occasions did she suggestively finger with her golden locks, tracing a curl across her lips in a suggestive manner, and at least twice the zip on her top had edged downwards to show off more of her inviting cleavage. She caught me watching at one point, she knew my eyes were on the curved flesh of her breasts that was on show, and she winked in response.

Dare I? Should I? Were the questions that assaulted my mind. The nether region of my pants demanded an answer of yes, while my academic mind shouted a resonant no.  The temptation was difficult to refuse as my eyes again fell on Rebecca’s voluptuous mounds as they rose and fell with each breath.

My vision wandered down to below the desktop where they found to their joy, Rebecca’s legs had parted to reveal no panties; putting on view the delicate creases of her young, supple,  hairless envelope of desire. I glanced up to see her eyes lock on mine, and saw a lust within. I returned my gaze to betwixt her gorgeous lingerie bound legs to see the tip of her finger easing the lips of her love tunnel apart revealing the pink folds within.

My member solidified instantly forming a tent in my pants that would indeed show all in the classroom I was aroused should I stand. I had an urgent need for release, and would have to make a dash for the bathroom as soon as the lesson ended.

The clock on the wall resonated in my ears with every tick as it took forever to hit the lesson over bell, but my eyes remained on Rebecca, and hers told me she wanted the same her finger rubbed with ferocity on her engorged nub. I believe the fact that other students were around her, yet unaware heightened her excitement, while I struggled to keep control of my rod to stop its fluid from erupting within my underwear.

Rebecca ran her tongue across her purple painted lips and then chewed her lower lip as she slid her finger knuckle deep into her moist flesh. The rise and fall of her exposed cleavage deepened while I grasped my pulsing erection through the material of my pants and squeezed hard. My hand moved up and down along the bulge line while I watched Rebecca worked two fingers deep into her wet crevasse, the glistening lips sucking on her fingers as she dived in and out.

My mind raced with the thought of tasting that suppleness, of sliding my hardness into that alley of pleasure, of nibbling on those milky mounds that rose and fell with each passionate plunge.  Everything else had now blacked out; my complete concentration was centred on Rebecca, only the constant tick of the classroom clock interfered as it edged closer to end time.

I watched as Rebecca slipped her other hand onto her clitoris and work in combination with her probing fingers. Her legs spread wider as an uncontrollable orgasm approached. Her legs snapped together, the silence was broken by the sound of a sharp intake of breath as her climax rippled through her body.

The school bell reverberated at the instant I succumbed to desire and creamed my pants. I remained where I was as the students gathered up their books and rushed to the next lesson. Rebecca was the last to stand and offered me a knowing smile as she walked with weak legs towards the exit. 

When I was alone, I got up with the intention of heading for the bathroom, on my way I passed Rebecca’s desk. There on her seat was a small splash of female fluid, beside it a piece of paper with a scribbled note which said…”meet me after lessons in the park and we can take this further.”

The dare I and should I was no longer of concern as this little vixen was worth the risk, and one I wouldn’t, couldn’t refuse. After lessons I would taste the delicacies Rebecca had to offer no matter the consequences.