For the last 3 years of high school, Mr. Grayson's been her math teacher. He always made sure she sat at the front of his class so that he may gaze upon her as she blossomed into the lovely young woman she's become. For a teacher and student, they are rather close though. She's gotten to know him over the years and even stays after school quite often to help him sort through his papers.
They both are aware of their attraction to each other, but they never wanted to risk anything that could permanently tear them apart. A 34 year old like himself has plenty of patience and it's finally paid off.
Today is her 18th birthday.
Her parents are taking her out camping over the weekend but today she'll be having a party with all her friends. Mr. Grayson was invited of course but he figures he's not up to socializing with teenagers.
The bell rings during his moment of contemplation. It's the final bell of the day and everyone in the class is in a hurry to gather their things and leave. One special blonde haired girl waits though. She takes her time putting her binder in her backpack and carefully puts her hair up in a simple bun as the other students file out of the classroom.
Grayson takes a moment to say goodbye to a few passing students until the door finally shuts and only he and his soon to be lover remain.
"Tracey," he says finally as he strolls back to his desk, taking a seat in his chair. Relaxing a bit, he leans back against the seat and smiles as she walks up to the desk.
Casually bracing her hands on the edge and leaning over the desk, her low cut top reveals more of her soft, pale flesh for him to admire. Her breasts are large and soft and he can't help but picture her on her knees while he thrust his hard length between them. "What can I do for you, Mr. Grayson?" She asks with a playful smile.
With a grin of his own, he makes his point as he adjusts in his seat, drawing attention to his bulging crotch. His cock is filling quickly just looking at her lovely young tits. "Do you feel up to helping me with something?"
"Of course." She winks as she steps around the desk and walks up beside him, his seating position making it a perfect height for him to admire her breasts as they now sit beside him, closer than ever before. "I hope these will do," she says as she reaches for his hand and brings it up to one of her breasts.
He gives a little squeeze before groaning in appreciation. They're softer and warmer than he imagined. "These are perfect."
Turning to face her chest fully, he buries his face between her tits while his hands cup them, thumbs rubbing her hard nipples through her shirt and bra. He's pleased to hear her small moans of pleasure.
Moving his hands to grip the hem of her shirt, Grayson pulls back so he can lift it up over the top of her titties. She blushes and looks over her shoulder to make sure the door is still closed before unclasping her strapless bra and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts now free, he takes a moment to admire her delicious pink nipples.
"My, my, Ms. Tracey," Mr. Grayson murmurs as he leans forward to kiss one of her hard nipples. "These look so good. I bet they taste even better." Tracey smiles and pulls him close as he parts his lips to suck on the little nub. Giving another groan of appreciation, he suckles gently while his other hand slowly kneads her other tit. His tongue teases her nub as he suckles while rolling her other nipple between his fingers.
