Hot For Teacher
I started being a teacher's aid at the beginning of
the school year. My French teacher needed an aid, so I immediately
volunteered for the position. He took me on in September,
and I had been with him that semester and finished my last
year there with him too. As I said, he was cute and young.
Only 26 years old, just fresh out of any post graduate college
studies and such. He was about 6'1, had a good thick
body, with some muscle. He had blond wavy hair, fair skin
and light eyes that changed color. One moment they appeared
blue, another time, grey or violet. Even though I never
did like blond men, or do now, he was one for sure I'd
go for. To top it off he always wore black,
which made him look scrumptious. Being so young, I tried
to act mature and not let the giddy little school girl come
out every time I was around him. He was just too cool for being
a teacher, thus why he hit if off so well. He knew what I was
all about, as far as my style and scenes were
concerned. Of course I was at the high point of going out
to the goth clubs, or hitting the Strip every weekend. I
even invited him out to Hollywood to see a friend's
band, but he could never make it. I could only show him pictures
of what he missed, seeing he liked the idea of all the goth
chicks at Helter Skelter wearing almost nothing but skimpy
lingerie. Heh figures...
It was a nice Friday afternoon in Glendora, since I didn't
have my Cosmetology classes on Fridays, so I usually spent
the time with him in class, helping him with everything
for Monday's classes.
I was out and about on campus
running errands and such, and finally made my way back to
his classroom. Classes were finished for the day and he
was going over some papers, grading, etc. The class room
felt wonderful as he had the A/C on, to cool the room off for
a bit while he was in there. I asked him if he needed any more
help before I left and he said no that he didn't. I started
to gather my things up and head to the door. He asked if I needed
a ride since he knew my car wasn't going to be ready until
a couple hours later. So I told him as long as he wasn't
going out if his way, which he told me no, there was no problem.
I put my things down on the floor and sat down on the nearby
table, letting the cool air hit me. My outfit consisted
of a long black ankle length Gypsy type skirt, a loose poet
blouse which was also black, black sandals and panties.
But since you could somewhat see through that skirt, I also
had a pair of silken nightie shorts on. I kept
on waiting and was getting tired a bit too. I decided to lay
on the table, and take a little snooze. I peeked over at Anthony
and he was watching me, asking me if I was comfortable on
there. I laughed and actually asked him if he had a pillow.
He told me no, but he did have a jacket that I could rest on.
So I took him up on it. He came over and rolled up his jacket
for me, tucking it under my head. I could smell his cologne
on it, it wasn't heavily embedded in it, but it smelled
just right.
It was Drakkar, I recognized the scent as it
was my favorite for a man to wear. Hmmmm Drakkar?
I purred to him. He smiled and said yes to me as he started
to head back to his desk. Is the air too cool for you,
cutie? He asked me. Cutie?? I thought,
why the hell did he call me that? Uhm no it's fine,
I like it cold. I responded. There's
a few more things, and I'll be finished, ok?
He asked. Sure thing, wake me up when you're
done I said. I flipped on my back and drew my knees
up. I sleep weird at times, so that wasn't an unusual
position for me. My skirt inched it's way down past
above my knees, exposing my fair complected thighs. I started
to fall asleep and felt quite content. A good amount of time
must have passed, since I heard him whispering my name.
Elisabeth.....Elisabethhhhh wake up, Wicked
Beauty he said. His strong hand was on my knee, which
was back down on the table, laying to one side above the other.
He gently patted my knee trying to get me up, but I wanted
to go back and sleep some more. I felt his hand under my skirt,
on the side of my thigh...running up and down. I instantly
became wet. He got closer near me, close to my neck and whispered
What do I have to do to wake you up, hmmm? he
said rather seductively in a low tone. He kissed my cheek
and made his way down to my neck and lavished it with kisses
as well. I was going nuts, I couldn't believe this was
happening.
His hand went further under the skirt, up to
my hip, then back down my thighs and legs again. His hand
came out and he lightly moved my chin up facing him, he started
kissing me softly and deeply. I was instant puddy in his
hands. He slipped his right arm under me, and moved my upper
body back down to face him. His luscious mouth moved down
the front of my throat, down to the low cut opening of the
blouse. He unlaced it with his busy fingers and began kissing
the flesh between my full breasts. I let out a soft sigh,
as I suddenly felt his hand under the long skirt again. His
long fingers slithered their way up to the silken shorts,
he started rubbing the dampen fabric between my legs. I
want you.....I want you now, Elisabeth....let me taste
you he said, his voice was husky this time. He pulled
the skirt above my hips and started removing the silken
shorts and panties that were beneath it. I didn't stop
him, he continued to slip the garments off me. His hand quickly
found their way between my legs. His fingers parted my silken
wet lips, gliding them up and down, gathering the wetness
on his finger tips. He walked down to the edge of the table,
grabbed my ankles and pulled me down towards the edge. He
took his black shirt off., revealing his fine porcelain
flesh. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up so I can sit and
watch him fondle me. His hands went under my blouse, slipping
it off, leaving only the sheer black bra on.
My own hands
and fingers were gliding over his smooth skin, letting
my nails drag along his sides down to the waist of his pants.
My hand was on his belt buckle, I clenched it tightly and
yanked him towards me. His arms went around me again...his
hands ran up through my bloody red tresses, his mouth finding
my own, locking in another heavy kiss again. I slid my tongue
into his mouth seeking his tongue as well, finally sucking
it into my mouth...playing with it. I let go of him, and placed
my hands slightly behind me, leaning back on the table.
His body pressed against mine, I felt the hardness under
his pants as he rubbed against me. His kisses were back down
my throat again, leaving a wet trail as he licked down to
my exposed cleavage. I felt his hands under my skirt again,
his thumb was rubbing my clit, his palm cupping against
me, letting my slick juices seep into his hand. I felt him
move around again, he was at the edge of the table. He grabbed
a chair and sat down before his feast. He scooted me down
further close to his face, his hands were on my inner thighs...he
spread them apart and buried his face between them. I felt
his lips and tongue sliding up and down my slick lips. His
tongue then darting into the tight orifice, lapping and
sucking all the wetness that poured out from it. He took
my clit into his mouth and started flicking it slowly with
his tongue.
His mouth clamped down lightly on the hard little
nub...manipulating it with his lips, rolling and puckering
it back into his mouth once again. I felt him slide a finger
inside me as he teased and played with my clit with his soft
tongue. He began to curl his finger forward, pressing ...as
if to touch the tip of his tongue through me...The pressure
against my pubic bone was intense...almost painful, but
I become awash in a totally new sensation. He pressed against
that spot, like he as giving a slow steady tap against it.
He slipped two more fingers inside, all three seemed to
move my body, guiding me to the next climax. All three fingers
curled with each stroke as he thrusted them in and out. He
was pulling me down, licking and suckling my clit while
his fingers were deep inside me. He was gentle, as to not
go too far, but he pleased me right hitting my spot while
he tongued my clit. My hand were at the sides of the wooden
table, my nails were digging into their hard edges...I
was clawing into the wood like a wild cat trying to escape
from an enclosed cage. I felt his breath against the slickness
of my labia, it sent chills through me...the hotness changed
in to a cool blow. He would flicked his tongue across my clit,
dancing lightly on it, then lapping it up and down, moving
it and probing it firmly and fast. His fingers still lingered
inside me, spreading my lips apart with each thrust.
His
other free hand moved up to my exposed breast, his fingers
lightly pinched my nipples, tugging them slightly, rolling
them, doing everything he possibly could to them.
He started humming against my clit, his lips and tongue
vibrated against my warm wet flesh. I glanced down at him,
he peeked up at me, my wetness was all over his face. He looked
like a glazed doughnut. He dove back down, and continued
feasting on me. His mouth was giving my clit full attention
still...licking and sucking it out from the folds that
it hid under. My hips were moving, I could feel a harder wave
passing through me this time. My back arched, up for a brief
moment, my hips went back up and down. But his other hand
came across my hips, he held me down as my body was bucking.
My hand went down to his wavy blond locks, I pushed his face
into my pussy, forcing him to continue to his sweet pleasures.
I was muttering lowly to myself, but he could hear me clearly...Oh
god...don't stop....yes yes right there!
I whispered. He stopped, leaving me hanging there for a
minute. I pleaded with him to continue, and so he did. His
hand and fingers continued to pump my dripping pussy. I
could feel the wet under my cheeks, as my ass slid on the table.
His motions started again, as my orgasm came harder and
longer this time. I could feel his fingertips massaging
my insides as he eased up on the pressure and firmness.
His
mouth and tongue became gentle again, giving soft, light
licks on my skin. My panting started to slow down more, as
I was able to take in longer breaths. I saw him get up, his
hand slowly emerged out from my soaking pussy. He licked
off the remaining slick juices from his hands and fingers,
as he walked near me, his light eyes were changing color
it seemed...from violet, to grey, to ice blue. I gazed into
them as he stood in front of me. His mouth once again found
my breasts, licking around and on top of each nipple, making
another trail up my throat to my mouth again, giving me a
long, deep kiss. My nails clutched his bare arms, bringing
him closer against me giving me the privilege to press my
bare breasts against his lightly damp skin. I slid my hand
down the front of his pants, feeling his solid rock hard
cock exposed from under his pants. He broke free from the
kiss, and started nuzzling my neck which sent sharp chills
through my body. I continued manipulating his cock, I wanted
to get to it, feel it's hotness is my hand. His own breath
was hard and heavy against my neck as I stroked him firmly.
I started unzipping his pants, but his hand quickly blocked
me. Not yet he said. I sighed slightly, and
told him fine. He helped me up from the table, so I could get
dressed. All I knew is that we had to leave soon, I didn't
want either one of us to raise suspicion amongst the other
faculty or students.
He came back over to me and slipped
his arms around me, kissing me again. How I wanted to continue,
but there was no way, not at that moment anyway. He ran his
hand across my face, then back up my red locks, playing with
the strands....Thanks he said. I just smiled
and winked at him.
I wonder if that's why I received such high marks on
my final grades.... ?