Sam and Katie
Sam sat at his desk, chewing on the end of his pen. She was driving him to distraction, the words on the board could have been anything, he wouldn’t have known. His eyes examined her body, lingering on the gentle curve of her lips, the fullness of her breasts, and the rounded shape of her bottom. He found himself grinning. At that moment she turned round and looked at him, her fiery, shoulder length hair swaying with her movement.
“Something amusing you; Sam?”
But something told him she knew exactly what was amusing him, and that she enjoyed it. Enjoying the fact that he was undressing her with his eyes.
“No Miss, just daydreaming that’s all.” He realised his mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth.
“If you didn’t spend so much time daydreaming, maybe your grades would be better. I think we should discuss this when class has been dismissed.”
He heard sniggers from his classmates, they found it amusing when someone was in trouble, as long as it wasn’t them.
Sam continued to look at her, her gaze directed back at him. Then her eyes slid down his body, and stopped as she realised where she was. Sam was glad there was a desk in front of him, his erection already starting to strain against the material of his trousers. He shifted in his seat, discreetly trying to rearrange himself, willing it to go away.
Five minutes later and Sam’s penis was still rock hard. It was torture, there was no way he could go and relieve himself, and there was this hot chick in front of him, a tiger in a cage, behind bars, unreachable. But maybe she wasn’t so unreachable, he’d seen the way she’d looked at him, then checked herself as she realised what she was doing.
The end of the lesson eventually came, and the class left. She moved to the door and shut and locked it. Sam didn’t move, his hard on still apparent. God, what was he going to do now if she asked him to go to her desk?
Luckily he didn’t have to worry; she came over to him, and sat down on the edge of his desk. She was so close now he could smell the faint aroma of deodorant and shampoo clinging to her. Her thin white shirt showed her pert breasts, and for the first time he noticed her nipples were erect. The word was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
She looked down and her eyes met his, amused. He’d been expecting a rebuke, this was something completely different. He allowed himself to study her now she was closer, his eyes going from her breasts down her body, to her hips, them skimming down the material of her knee length skirt, down her legs and eventually to her high heeled but still sensible shoes.
“Like what you see?” she asked.
“Call me Katie.”
“Um… Katie. Um…”
She took his hand and placed it on her breast. Sam nearly came in his boxers there and then. He squeezed her breast, feeling the erect nipple under the palm of his hand. His erection strained against his trousers, red hot and oozing precum. Begging to be touched. He used his other hand to try and hide it, but she was too quick. She slid off the desk, then crawled under it. In one deft, rough movement she’d opened his trouser button and fly, and was teasing his cock out of his boxers. She looked at it in complete appreciation; it couldn’t get any harder, and was at its biggest and thickest. He could just imagine how it would feel inside her tight, hot pussy. Then, just as Sam was beginning to think he was having some kind of intense daydream, she took him into her mouth. He gasped, and tangled his hands into her hair, so she couldn’t pull away from him. Her head bobbed up and down as her hot mouth caressed his cock, sucking, licking, biting. Sam had never had a blow job like it before, but then, Sam had never had an older woman giving him a blow job before! She was experienced and confident, pressing one finger gently against his perineum, the pressure on the sensitive skin giving Sam an electric feeling throughout his body. Then her long nails lightly grazed against his balls. Sam closed his eyes, enjoying these new sensations. Then the warm mouth was gone from his dick, to be replaced by a firm, teasing hand, masturbating him, as her mouth moved lower to his balls, taking the skin between her teeth and lightly tugging. Sam was close to blowing his load, so he pulled her hand off.