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What a long day it had been. It’s not that I was foreign to the stress of teaching high school, but after five years, there were still moments when I felt overwhelmed by the challenge of maintaining the focus of my science class. I closed the door to my office and sat down in my desk chair to check email, removing my suit jacket and kicking off my heels. My thoughts wandered though, as they sometimes do, to more exciting ideas. It had been months since I broke off my last relationship, and every week it seemed harder to ignore my sexual needs. As I tried to focus on my computer screen, I imagined how fantastic it would feel to have a thick wet cock pounding between my thighs. I felt myself becoming wet and glanced up to make sure the door was closed. I ran my hands up under my pencil skirt, and hooking my thumbs on the black side strings of my thong, pulled them down and quickly stuffed my panties into the desk drawer. Paranoia filled me, but my eyes confirmed that the door was still closed. Pulling my skirt up slightly, I let the tip of my index finger start gently teasing my clit. A small gasp escaped between my lips as I closed my eyes. I slowly ran two fingers from my anus up along my soaking lips and back down. I clenched my mouth closed, but after drenching my fingers in my own juices, as I slid them inside my needing hole, I couldn’t help moaning. My eyes flew open as I heard a knock at the door. Did someone hear me… I abruptly wiped my almanbahis fingers across the seat of my chair, pulling my skirt into place and slipping my shoes back on. “Umm, come in?” I said in my most confident non guilty voice. Paul stepped in. Now, I know that teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites, but I’d watched Paul grow from an awkwardly gangly nerdy freshman into a strong confident man and even stronger student. His grades and interest in science might not have earned him many friends with the popular crowd, but that didn’t mean he was bad looking. He had grown into his body nicely, and if he had only thought to trim back his soft brown hair or get contacts, he would certainly have been breaking hearts by now. As he stepped in, my panic continued. My nipples were rock hard and pressing against the silk of my blouse. I casually brushed a lock of hair behind my hair and could smell myself on my fingers. I tried to be casual, standing and walking to the front of my desk. “Hey Paul! What can I help you with?” “Well, I did all the practice problems, but I’m still having problems with when work is done and when it’s just a force that’s applied,” he replied, taking a seat next to my desk. I sat next to him for a moment to look at the homework set he’d rested on his lap, but inhaled a small bit of his cologne, or shampoo, or something. Whatever it was, it was fantastic and I leaned in a bit for a better smell and instantly chastised myself. almanbahis yeni giriş Okay, it’s one thing to finger fuck yourself at school, but NO leaning into students to smell them! I jumped up and took a seat on the edge of my desk and bent forward to point out flaws in Paul’s work. As I explained, his eyes quickly darted up to my eyes, and then paused on the way back down around the hanging neckline of my blouse. I thought I’d imagined it, until it happened twice more. Just knowing that he noticed me, made the wetness along my core harder to ignore. I tried to casually part my knees. Maybe if I could just get some air flow, all this tension, and wetness, and desire could evaporate. I thought I was casual, but Paul’s eyes followed my movement. Get yourself together! The last thing you need is a student complaining that his teacher became aroused during a help session, and had to air out her privates to find some relief. I stood again, trying to change gears. “Paul, work is only done when a force acts in the direction of motion. So, if I move from the floor to the chair,” I explained, stepping up onto the chair next to him, “Then, my force is in the upward direction and my motion is too. So I’ve done positive work. Does that make sense?” Paul looked up nodding. From my new vantage point, I could see a slight bulge in his pants though. In that moment, I started wondering about Paul’s cock and wanted not only to see and hold it, but almanbahis giriş to lick up the length of his shaft and sink my mouth over him. A bit of my moisture dripped slightly down the inside of the warm skin of my right thigh. Surely, the bulge isn’t the start of a hard on. You’re imagining things. He’s probably just naturally a little large…and that’s exactly what I need. I stepped down and tried to continue my train of thought. “But if I just push down on the chair and it doesn’t move, I’ve applied a force, but haven’t done any work on the chair.” When I said this, I bent, pressing my weight against the seat of a chair opposite Paul. I realized, too late, as I swiveled my head to look at Paul, that he only had a view of my arched back and round ass…I was not helping my case, but I was getting hotter by the minute and needed something to satisfy my needs. As I stood, I tried to fix everything saying, “Actually Paul, I’m not really feeling myself today. Can you come early to class tomorrow? I’ll go over everything in class too. I just think I should go home.” He stood and stepped closer. There was a definite bulge in his jeans now. It couldn’t just be my imagination anymore. “Couldn’t I stay a little longer? I love getting help after class. I get stressed a lot and talking to you helps,” he spoke as his hand reached up to rest on my upper arm. His touch felt warm and soft and strong and perfect. Something inside me shifted. He’d reached to me, and his body told me he wanted me…and I knew I wanted him. I stepped forward and turned until Paul was backed against my desk. “You do seem stressed a lot Paul.” He sat on the desk and I cupped his jaw in my hand, turning his face toward mine.
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