At the end of classes you arrive at my room. With such a feminine manner you sit at your desk in front of mine and pull out your book & papers. I love your cute pigtails and school uniform. Innocently & unknowingly parting your legs not realizing you are allowing me to see the outline of your puffy mound underneath your cotton panties. I detect a faint dampness as the white cotton fabric is darker in one spot.
I know you're 18 and I'm a 45 year old science teacher and a sexual encounter of any type would be devastating to my career; but, the temptation precludes all rationality. Your maturing body filled out in so many womanly ways yet innocent and oblivious to what sexual carnage may lay ahead.
Your pencil playfully slides in and out of your mouth while you concentrate on your papers and even though you focus on the subject in front of you your maturing body has other thoughts. My cock strains in my pants aroused by your enormous breasts developed well beyond your years, the buttons of your shirt strain to contain them while I wish that just one will succumb to the force, starting a chain reaction of button-popping frenzy. Your nipples distend like diamonds aroused by your body's adolescent urges.