Day 3
I'd been thinking about Ms Marshall all day. It was the only thing I could think about. What she might do to me, or get me to do to myself. I snuck to the toilets and jerked off an hour earlier to "buy myself some time" for later -- no more embarrassing incidents like yesterday. I was in her class earlier, but we didn't make eye contact. Still, all I could look at was the patch of floor where I shot my load.
I approach the door.
"Come in. Lock it behind you." A hint of a smile, she was definitely less intimidating than before. A black suit, jacket buttoned all the way up. She placed her hands to where her breasts were and nudged them upwards.
"Have you ever touched these?" My heart skipped, this was it! I shook my head.
"Well, you're going to be introduced to them right now. Unbutton my jacket." I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. Five years of jerking off over porn, desperately fantasizing about what a woman's breasts would actually be like.
I raised my shaking hand to her top button and undid it. I instantly realised there was no shirt underneath. I exposed a valley of cleavage framed by a red bra. Once the last button was undone she took the jacket off.
"Squeeze them." I instantly complied. It felt great. The bra was silky and I ran my thumb over where the nipples were repeatedly until she took a step back.
