She was there every day, had been all semester. He found himself looking for her, one hour a day, three days a week, she was his present. His reward for dealing with his bitchy wife and needy children. She was his prize. And she was beautiful.
Long brown hair, the kind that made a man think indecent thoughts. It curled waves of chocolate down to her perky breasts, curled just under them when she wore her tight tees. She had blue eyes, deep and soulful, dark, long lashes and a perfect mouth. Full lips, designed for wrapping around a man's hard cock and sucking until it was dry. She had that hour-glass figure that only college hotties could have. Hips that filled the chair, encased in denim or filmy material, they would fit in his hands wonderfully as he thrust his throbbing cock in her sweet pussy. Or so he imagined.
But what got to him were her legs, long curvy and lightly tanned. Or rather, the things she did with those legs.
Ah! There she was, right on time, with a smile on her full lips. She grinned at him, before taking her seat in the middle of the front row. Today she wore a button-up blue shirt and a blue and green filmy skirt. At the end of her long long legs were the converse that had become her trademark, lavender low-tops. Before standing, he adjusted his hardening cock in his slacks and did a quick mental roll. All of the 24 students were present, so he addressed them, "Today we'll be watching a slide show on the bimolecular structure of the blowfly."
Once the lights were off and the slide show was beginning on the white board, he took his seat again and turned his eyes to her. She was there, waiting, her long legs crossed. Within moments, she opened her legs, slowly letting the right one slide to the floor, her feet about a foot apart. In the shadows he couldn't see her panties, he wondered if it was the silky black ones, or the lacy red ones. Maybe blue to match her outfit?
A particularly bright slide appeared the voice over covering his low moan as she let her legs fall open further and he could see her pale blue panties. Or rather, see through them. He could see the slit of her pussy, hair free and so young looking.
Semester was almost over; he hated to lose this with her. She eased her feet wider, dropping her hand to her skirt. Her long fingers eased over her thigh, the index finger reaching the top of her slit. There she toyed with her clit, creating a damp spot on the panties.
He sat up a little straighter in his chair, feeling his cock harden, the tip pressing painfully against his zipper. After a moment's adjustment, his cock was pressed against his lower stomach, the tip now peeking from the waistband.
A movement in the back of the room caused his attention to waver, but upon looking back, he found that her top two buttons had come undone. Cleavage was in abundance, the edge of lace peeking out of the side of the neck. Her other hand slipped along her neckline, a long finger easing under the cup. Slowly, back and forth, until her whole finger was inside and her nipple was pressing hard against her shirt.
He licked his lips, resisting the urge to touch his hard cock. A drop of pre-cum left the slit in the tip, to ooze down onto his stomach. It was warm and he could easily imagine her tongue flicking out the lick it off, then she would flick that leaking slit, tonguing the pee hole until he burned with the urge to shove his dick down her throat. Another low moan elicited him to cough to cover it. Few students noticed, nor cared. However, she heard and smiled broadly, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she eased her hard nipple out of the darkness of her bra.
His mouth watered with the desire to suck that hard little nubbin, to bite it until she squirmed, gasping under him. God, he wanted to fuck her.
