For Jo, my special muse
It is a Friday, and I have only one more class to teach before I can relax during the upcoming long weekend. As I walk to class, my mind is on our upcoming canoe trip and the details associated with it. As I approach the classroom, I hear the usual buzz of students ready to end their week and get on with the weekend.
I walk to the front of the class and place my notes on the podium. I glance around the room, noting that most of the class is present. As I scan the front row, I see you sitting there, smiling up at me. I try to conceal my surprise, but several particularly attentive students turn to look at you to see what has caused my demeanor to change so suddenly. I stutter a weak greeting to the class while fumbling with my somehow disarranged notes.
My mind is clouded by your presence. Recollections of our many encounters push aside the practiced lines of my oft repeated lecture. I thumb through my notes while attempting to collect my thoughts. I look up, and you are still there, smiling. Some part of my brain that I cannot control directs blood to my cock and it swells in anticipation of yet another encounter. I shift uncomfortably, making sure that the bulge in my pants is hidden behind the podium.
I begin to lecture, more from instinct than anything else. I note a quiver in my voice that I hope is not noticeable to the class. I glance around the room as I speak, responding to the attentiveness I observe. When my eyes return to the front row, I look at you in turn. What I see causes me to stumble through the next several lines of my lecture.
You are sitting there, pretending to take notes. You have eased your legs apart so that I can see directly up your short, tight skirt. What I can see is your shaved pussy framed between your smooth thighs. You know I am looking at you, but you do not look up. Instead, you listen to my voice, searching for the change in pitch that will indicate that my mind has registered what you have exposed to my hungry eyes. When you hear that change, you smile, but you still do not look up.
I hurry through the rest of my lecture, trying to keep my eyes averted from your exposed treasures, but like a magnet, they keep pulling me back, forcing me to focus on them. As the hour wears on, I believe that I can see your pussy lips begin to part as they become engorged with your arousal. I interpret the glistening I see as seepage of your sweet juices from deep inside you. I notice that you are moving your ass every so slowly back and forth on the hard wooden seat of your desk, as if we are involved in a slow, sensuous fuck here in front of the class. Your eyes are closed and you have stopped taking notes. I know from past experience that you will soon begin to moan as the sensations in your cunt become more pronounced.