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little teacher and student.. Teacher: I teach history at the local college. You're in one of my spring classes. In the first couple weeks, you have noticed that I look at you more than the other students. I was very intrigued when make an appointment to see me during my office hours. I put a chair by my desk to be sure you don't sit at a desk which might block my view.Which you notice as you come in. I close the door behind you & lock it. I motion you to the chair where I want you to sit. I slowly look your over. Ivy: I feel your eyes move over my body. Noticing how my low cut green tank pulls against my breasts as I breath and my short plaid skirt raises above my knees when I sit down. I ask for this appointment because I needed to find a way I could make up the couple classes I missed last week when I was sick. I really want to get good grades in you class. There a smile on your face as lean over (giving you a good look down my shirt) to tell you this. Teacher: I get a real good longingly & lustfuly look at your cleavage. Thinking damn this girl has done her homework, somehow she knows how much I like short pleated, plaid skirts. Even though it could also cost me my job I really would like to touch and taste them. I take a few minutes to strip you with my eyes. Before coming back to why you are here. I say "A little extra credit work and some hard studying. You should do fine" In the back of my mind I'm wondering if this is a set up.The air bout you seem pure sexual. I do so love it when a girl isn't afraid to show off her body. I can't resist seeing if you are offering something else in return for a good grade. Ivy: I feel something in the air in this room. I bite my lip alittle I know I can bring my grade up with hard work. I'm a good student I've noticed how my much you watch me. I wonder it you notice how badly I want you. Teacher: So I say "Of course if you would help me in some, let's say, private research . That could be counted as extra credit work as well. But it would involve some late-night work and a bit of commitment, you would need to work closely with me" Ivy: I try to purr at thought of late-night work with you. Teacher: Now I stand up, walk around my desk so I can stare longingly at your lovely legs, and that so enticing skirt. Of course as I walk around behind you it also gives me another great opportunity to look down your shirt. I really can't help myself, I NEED to Know this. I lean in to smell your hair. I rub my dick a bit an then squeeze it hard, while I'm still behind you. I want you so much! I know I'm losing it, my lust for you is trying to take control. I so want to touch you, softly and slowly & softly at first. . . And I've dropped the hint, at least as much is I dare too . . . Ivy: Again I'm a very good and willing student. I'm getting your subtle hint. "Where and when can we meet for this extra credit work, Sir? I really do want a good grade in you class." I purr. I know you looking down my shirt. Enjoying the view of my white lacy bra so I lean back to give you a better veiw. You're standing so close that you smell the strawberry shampoo I use. "Sir, is there anyway we can start on tonight?" I ask you in a soft, hungry voice. I'd just need to run home and grab my things.... Teacher: I'm can a hunger in your voice. I quickly go back to my seat to give you an address where to meet. Ivy: I squeeze your hand when you hand me it. Before I leave a lean over and give you a soft kiss on your cheek. We both know, what may happen tonight. I go back to my place and grab two bags. One with some clothes and toys in it, the other has my books just in case I'm wrong. I drive to the address on the paper a small no tell motel. I knock on the door to room 69. I nervously knock on the door. Teacher: I can scarcely believe my good luck when I open the door and see you standing there. So many times I have thought about you, daydreamed about you, yes and even fantasized about you. Number of times I've raced home from work thrown off my trousers and masturbated while thinking about you. "Please Come in" I say. Then I notice the two bags in your hands. "What's in the bags?" Ivy: I tell you I wasn't sure what we'd be doing? I brought my books just in case I was wrong. You smile at me for a minute. As it never crossed your mind that I might have a crush on you. Teacher: I tell you that we don't need the books. "What's in the other bag?" I ask. You just give me a little wick smile as you walk past me. I tell you to sit down, anywhere you like. There are two chairs by a small table, and one double size bed. You choose the bed. I still can believe this is for real. I think I'm going to be able to at least in part, get to satisfy my yearning for you. "Do you still have on that beautiful bra you had on earlier?" I ask you as I walk up to you. Your smile says it all place my hand on your shoulders, slowly moving them down. Your body until I get to the hem of your shirt. You just let me strip it off you so I get a good look. I go to my knees on the floor spreading your legs as I do so that I can get in between them in perfect position to nuzzle your tits. My Hands find the hem of your skirt and slowly deliberately slide it up . I'm rubbing, feeling, propane, every inch of your legs as I go. |
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Wow, damn I want to be Ivy's teacher!!!
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6/10/2018 10:53 am |
There is more to come of this story Sir. I hope you will enjoy the second half as well.
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