She sits across from me, leaning over the open textbook, highlighting certain words and phrases. Her shirt is loose and from this angle I can see her ample breasts. My eyes trace their outline, starting at her neck and slowly working my way to the cup of her bra. Pale smooth skin, stretching the lacy fabric, seeking freedom. I can't see her nipples but my mouth waters as I imagine the short, taut nubs between my lips, my tongue grazing them softly, tenderly.
"Enjoying the view?"
I tear my gaze away from her chest and stare into hazel eyes, knowing that I've been caught. Only I let it happen with my proverbial pants down. Warmth spreads throughout my face and reaches my ears and I frantically search for something to say, anything to make myself look like less of an asshole than I must already look.
An apology is on the tip of my tongue when I notice the small grin.
Interesting.
What the hell, I think.
"As a matter of fact, I was" I say, staring into her eyes.
She blinks. Stares back.
The grin widens and she leans forward, shirt opening further. I want to reach out and grab her, bury my face in her breasts, and take her right here on the table.
"I bet you got real turned on, didn't you?" she says. "I know I did."
My heart skips a beat, then two. Licking suddenly dry lips, I lean forward also, concentrating hard not to stare down at her breasts and failing miserably.
"Very turned on," I say. "Very."
Our faces are inches apart, the air between us thick with tension.
"How turned on?" she asks.
Then I feel her foot on my leg, slowly moving upward, bare toes caressing my shorts. Stopping at my knee for a second, delaying the moment, then sliding further up my inner thigh and onto my crotch. My cock was already hard but now it's bulging, pushing against the fabric.
"Oh my," she whispers.
Her toes begin to knead my cock, playing with me through the clothing. My shaft jerks upward, twitching involuntarily, wanting freedom. My eyes half closed from the pleasure of her toes, I barely notice her hand slide under the table. As I watch, her eyes close and her arm begins to move slowly, rhythmically. A moan, barely a whisper, escapes her lips. I can't see what she's doing but my imagination fills in the blanks and drives me close to the edge.
"Oh god," she moans. "I'm so wet right now. My fingers feel so good."
Another soft moan. Her toes continue their massage on my cock, starting at my balls and working their way up to the head and back again. I reach out, cup her cheek in my hand, stroke her soft skin. She turns her head into the caress and suddenly sucks one finger into her mouth, tightening her lips around it. She sucks softly and I imagine her mouth on my cock.
Releasing me, she licks her lips and stiffens. The moans that now flow from her sensual lips are deeper than the others, more erotic. Her arm is moving frantically, fingers working their magic below the table. Faster, faster, breath quickening, suddenly she arches her back and lifts off the chair slightly. A final moan escapes as her body sags and her foot drops.
Eyes still closed, she slowly brings her hand out from under the table and reaches towards me. I see the wetness there, confirming what my mind already knew. I take her fingers into my mouth and suck them dry, licking away the last of her moisture as she pulls her hand back.
After a moment of silence, she looks at me and smiles.
"God, that was fantastic!" she says. "I needed that."
Not sure what to say or do, I stay quiet, watching her.
She stares back briefly and then stands.