For the Love of Language

Note: All characters are 18 or older. This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidence.

My company has a lot of contracts with the federal government, so they value bilingual employees. As part of my "professional development" I signed up for a part-time French language course last summer. I'd forgotten most of the French I learned in school, so I opted for the "beginner" level course. The class was held in an older building on a local university campus, and there was no air conditioning in the classroom. It was a hot, humid summer, and in the heat my attention tended to wander. The classroom had posters in French and English to help with vocabulary, and at first I tried to focus on those - but more and more I found my eyes wandering to the teacher.

Shannon was 30 or 31, 5'5" and maybe 130 lbs. She had curly blonde hair that darkened at the roots, and her smooth, pale skin began to tan as the summer went on. To cope with the heat, she nearly always wore a light sundress or a skirt and blouse - anything that would allow some airflow while still looking professional. Whenever she bent over her desk to look at something, I got an eyeful of her cleavage. Her breasts were nice and perky - I'd guess she wore a 34C - they jiggled enticingly when she got particularly emphatic with her gestures (being french, she was a hand-talker). The lighter fabrics also displayed the outline of her panties clinging to her smallish, round butt. She had a round face round, and the shape of her mouth showed her teeth a little too much. Being a little toothy was just about the only flaw in her appearance, and for the first time I could remember, I started to really enjoy learning french.

After weeks of stealing furtive glances as often as I could, and fantasizing about her whenever my mind wandered, there came a particularly humid day. She wore a blue sundress, and I could see the faint sheen of sweat across the top of her chest. I'd been pretty distracted all afternoon, and when the class ended I needed a few minutes to catch up on my notes. I had my head down as a I wrote, and so I didn't see Shannon quietly close and lock the door after the last student left. I finished writing, closed my book and started to pack up my things.

"Jimmy," said Shannon as she walked over to my desk, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Oh?"

"I've noticed you... looking at me during class in a way that I don't believe is very appropriate."               Shit! I'd thought she might have caught me, but I was hoping that I'd gotten away with it. I stood and started to stammer out an apology, but she kept speaking:

"I'm flattered that you clearly find me so attractive, but I'm worried that you might be too distracted to learn. It's also a little distracting for me while I'm trying to teach." She stepped closer to me, less than an arm's length away. Despite my embarrassment her nearness made my cock twitch and begin to stiffen against my pants. Her green eyes held mine as she spoke.

"I know you can't just switch off your desires," Shannon continued, "but we both need to be able to focus on french during class. I think I might be able to help you get this out of your system." As she said that, she took the last half-step between us and I felt her soft body pressing against mine. She reached up with both hands to my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. At first I was too stunned to do more than kiss her back, but once the shock wore off I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her harder against me.

She pulled back from the kiss and our eyes met - I saw a hunger there that matched my own desire. I bent down to kiss her neck, behind her ear, down to her collar bone. She a faint fruity smell and the tang of fresh sweat. Her skin tasted salty and I was filled with the animal need of her. Her hand snaked down my chest and stomach before she gripped my shaft through my pants. We were both breathing short and fast as she deftly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and boxers. Free from constraint, my cock bobbed up against her hand. Shannon knelt down in front of me, making eye contact as she took the first inch or so of me into her mouth. I ran my fingers into her lightly curled hair, gentle but insistently holding her close. Her tongue was doing things I can't describe, one hand on my shaft the other holding my leg for balance as she sucked my cock.

I was in heaven.

I'm pretty sure my eyes were starting to roll back into my head when she stopped and looked up at me with a devilish grin before standing back up.

"Oh no, you don't get off that easy." Shannon walked over to her desk, bending down to rummage through her purse - and giving me a nice look at her rear in the process. She straightened and half-turned towards me, crooking a finger in the classic "come hither" gesture. With my pants around my ankles I wasn't what you'd call graceful, but I dutifully shuffled over there all the same as she sat back on the edge of the desk and spread her legs. I knelt down and ran my hand up her thigh, hitching up the hem of her dress. She wore a baby-blue thong, and had absolutely no hair down there. I slid the front of her thong off to the side, planting kisses from her upper thigh to her pubic mound. She took a sharp intake of breath as my tongue flicked across her folds.

Shannon put a hand over her mouth - there were surely a few people still in the building, somewhere - muffling the soft moans she was making as I ate her out. I took the moaning for encouragement and slipped a finger into her pussy; I guess the thought of oral sex in her classroom really turned her on, because she was already pretty wet. I picked up my pace and pressed my face into her a little harder, and before long she clenched her thighs together as her whole body shuddered. Biting her bottom lip, she stifled a loud, urgent groan and softly muttered a few words in French - apparently

those

words weren't part of the "beginner" vocabulary, because I didn't recognize them. I eased my finger out of her, and slowly stood up, wiping the juices off my face.

I took a moment to take in the sight of her sitting on the desk, legs spread, dress dishevelled. Her face was flushed, and her chest rose and fell delightfully as she tried to catch her breath. I hadn't seen anything so fucking hot in a long time.

"Here, let me put this on you," Shannon said, holding up a condom. She tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom on me, giving me a slight squeeze when it was in place. Then she turned around and bent over the desk. I might not be great at languages, but I know enough math to put two and two together. I ran my hands over her firm, round butt before pulling the thong further out of the way. Shannon reached between her legs to guide me into her waiting slit.

I gently pushed myself in deeper as she thrust her hips back to meet me. If the condom hadn't dulled some of the sensitivity I likely would've came right then. As it was, we quickly built up a steady rhythm, doing our best not to make too much noise. By some trick of the light, I could see her reflection in one of the windows. One of the straps of her sundress had slipped down her shoulder, and her ample breasts were threatening to jiggle free. I reached up to give it a squeeze, feeling the inevitable pressure building at the base of my cock.

I gripped her hips and began to thrust harder and harder. Shannon was murmuring under her breath again. I felt the walls of her pussy clench around my shaft as my orgasm built. I pulled her hips toward me, bottoming myself out as I came. A wordless cry escaped Shannon's lips before she clapped her hand across her mouth again to muffle it. I felt shaky as I slowly eased myself out of her pussy and collapsed into the chair behind her desk. Shannon pushed herself up, turned and leaned against the desk while she began to rearrange her rumpled clothing.

Gradually, my higher brain functions returned, and I pulled up my boxers and pants. I threw the condom into a garbage can under the desk, and wondered if the janitor would notice it.

We didn't say much as we packed up our things and left the classroom. I'm sad to say that Shannon's plan to help me concentrate in class backfired horribly, and if anything I spent more time daydreaming in class afterwards. Of course, as often as she caught me staring at her neckline, I noticed her looking me over as well.

When it came time for our final evaluations at the end of the course, she complicated me on my "excellent oral skills" with an absolutely straight face.