Teacher's Pet

She sat behind her desk, scattered with papers, knickknacks, pencils and her nameplate. She was grading test from the day before, the bell had rung about 30 minutes earlier and she could still hear students running and talking in the hall. She kicked off her heels and unfastened the first three buttons of her top. It had been unusually hot the last few days and because of school visits, teachers had been required to dress more “professionally” as the principal had instructed. She turned to face the window and caught a most relieving breeze from the fan.

As her head fell back slightly and she slid her hand over her neck, to enjoy the cool on her skin, she was startled by the bass voice coming from the door behind her. “Yea, right there is probably why you always were my favorite teacher.”

Her hand fumbled down to where her buttons were and she began to fasten them. The young man walked towards her, he wore a tailored dark gray suit, black button down with a few buttons undone, her eyes rested at his shoes.  She looked up again, he was gorgeous, his smile sparkled and his dimple. She remembered the dimple.

As she lit up he gathered  a loud, “So you recognize me now.”

Her mouth dropped and all she could get out was a, “WOW!”

“Wow, yourself Ms. or is it Mrs.?”

She giggled, “Its still Ms., hasn’t been that long”

He smiled again, and that dimple captured her. He looked like a man but he still had the face she remembered sitting in the back of the class, being occupied by all the girls, one of the most popular students she’d had over her 5 years. She was so caught up in her thought she only realized he was speaking because she could see his full lips moving.

“Sorry what did you say?”

“I said lucky for me.”

She smiled at him with a puzzled look on her face. “What does that mean?”

“Ms. G. It’s been 4 years since I graduated, you really think I’m here to visit and see friends, I don’t know anyone here anymore except you and Coach, but he doesn’t look half as good as you do in that skirt.” He licked his lips and stepped a little closer, he whispered into her ear. “Which makes you the only person worth coming back for.”

She felt a warm rush over her body and a tingle between her legs. She let out an awkward laugh and got up to walk around to the other side of her desk. She slightly brushed up against him feeling his masculinity through his clothing. He’d of course gotten taller and was almost a foot and a half taller than she and his shoulders were broad and she could just barely see how muscular he was thru the cut of his suit. “What are you talking about?”

He spoke about his crush and she assured him it was normal. He talked about how he still thought of her now and she confirmed it was mostly because it was such a pleasant experience. He said she didn’t understand him, She said she understood him perfectly. Before she could finish he’d kissed her. Her first reaction was shock. She’d been his teacher; he was 7 years her junior, and they were at the school. By now most of the students and staff had left, yet she knew anyone could pass by and see, finally she relaxed. She allowed his arms to encircle her and she kissed him back. He kissed her in a way that she wasn’t sure he should know how to. He kissed her neck, and found a new spot on her ear that she hadn’t known was there. His fingers and hands did things above her clothes that she was sure would make her explode if he ventured underneath her silk blouse and tight pencil skirt. She enjoyed him and she melted into his embrace. She wished someone would walk by and watch them, and see just how far they would go.

He picked her up and her skirt rose up her hips, her legs were bare and he could feel her heat. He sat her atop the desk, she rubbed her legs against him and she twisted them around his waist, pulling him closer to her. In her head she wanted to push him away, she couldn’t believe he’d so easily gotten her to lower her boundaries. When he felt her try to wrestle away, he’d find a new spot to kiss, bite, blow into, he’d tasted her lips, her tongue, her neck, ears, the crease in between her breast but he wanted to taste more. He wanted to do those things he’d thought about doing when he sat in the back of the class. Except now he had the skill, as well as, the know-how. He started to unbutton her blouse.

“Should we…” She started to ask if they should close the door.

But he had already taken her left breast into his mouth, the tip of his tongue teasing her nipple, and nibbling on it, while he palmed the right, squeezing it in his hand, rubbing his finger across the most sensitive part, through her black lace bra.

She moaned slightly and as she came closer to climaxing she grabbed his head and pulled him closer. He switched breast, living her breast exposed and slightly wet, the cool air felt good and his hand cupping it was enjoyable. She was spread eagle, her legs wide open on the desk. His eyes meet hers as he watched her delight in his fingering her, she was wet and his fingers glided in and out with ease. He whispered in her ear, “I wonder what you taste like?”

With that a new wetness soaked his fingers and he slide them out and put them to his lips. “Um, better than I used today dream about.”

He kissed her and she sucked his lips, licked his tongue until she too tasted herself. He kissed her cheek, neck, sucked her breast and made a path back to her wetness. He teased her. He parted her lips with his fingers. She spread her legs more. He blew into it softly; she used her fingers to keep her lips parted for him. She moaned… he licked her bare labia. He traced it with his tongue. He slid his finger inside her and rubbed her clit. He slid his finger into her mouth, as his tongue drew patterns on her clit. He massaged at her as he began to feast on her, he licked, sucked, kissed, slurped. His tongue tried to find and release her g-spot. She moaned, bit her lip, kept her self from grabbing his head and had to be pulled back to the edge of the desk twice.

He smiled, as he remarked, “why do you keep running from me?”

He wore her out, exhausted her orgasm twice, with just his tongue. Even turning her over and tasted her from the back, he dove in deep and his wet tongue glided in and out of her most sensitive parts. His finger tickled her ass, his teeth bit at its roundness. She came on his tongue. He tried to drink it up and it only caused her to come again

She tried to catch her breath in-between their moments of kissing. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid both it and his jacket off and to the floor. She kissed his neck and bit at his nipple he moaned slightly. She loosened his belt and unfastened his pants. She reached down and could feel the full strength of his dick in her hand. She massaged it. Played with the warm wet spot at the tip. She maneuvered his pants a bit more and let his pants fall to the floor. She looked up at him and smiled as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.

Her hands grabbed his waist and her lips surrounded his flesh, he could feel her tongue glide along the base of his dick as it made one pass in and out of her mouth. Before she could release the tip she sucked it back in, she slurped it and wet it in a way he had never imagined. He knees began to feel weak and buckled a few times. With every moan her motions would speed up, she’d make it just a little wetter and the friction of her hand gripping his dick and her warm mouth around the tip of his dick almost made him burst.

He begged her to wait to not make him come. He wished it wouldn’t end so quickly. He stood her up, kissed her and slid her skirt past her ass with a squeeze of her tight ass and a light smack. Her skirt fell to the floor. He lifted her up and on to his hardness. He rested her on the desk and kept his motions slow with long deep strokes.

She grabbed a hold of his neck and tucked her legs around his. He matched her movements to the rhythm of her movements, the tightening of her pelvis and the shifts of her hips. He rested his hand on the table and buried his face in her breast. Their breathing increased, he could visible see her chest rising and falling. His sweat dripped on to her. Her nails dug into his back, his back tightened and his strokes got shorter and more rapid. Her legs spread further apart and eventually he lifted them into the air, and the rested somewhere near her ear.

“You’re hitting my spot.” was all he needed to hear, to give him a boost of cockiness and take it from a good orgasm, to a damn good orgasm. He slid her off the table turned her around and made her knees buckle. She murmured a few, “yes’!” and “shits!” once moaned, “that feels so good.”

It wasn’t until he kissed her, massaged her breast with one hand and stimulated her clit while giving her the same, masterful fluid strokes from the back that she cried, “I’m coming. Shit, I’m gonna come”

Her body tensed and her breathing almost stopped. She shuddered in his arms yet he never stopped his stroke, he kissed her neck and that spot he found on her ear and she cried out again. He pulsed in her a few more times before he himself released his tension. Sweaty hot and exhausted they collapsed upon one another. He began to dress as she looked around for her panties. He slid them into his pants pockets. “You hungry?”

She turned to him as he buttoned his shirt and she slipped on her heels. “Are we dining in? Or will you be eating me out?”