*This story features the same character as the earlier story, The Photography Class, although you don't have to have read that story to read this one.
Many people don't realise that working in an educational environment is frequently quite stressful and ongoing. Despite the holidays, which are good, once in work, the days are long and the weeks longer.
To counter this, many Mental Health and Awareness events are planned for staff and, as this was an evening where I was to be working late, I noted that there was a stress relief event to be held in the Hair and Beauty block at 5pm. I hadn't thought about attending but changed mind after a long day of bending over desks to help students had left me feeling a little stiff. I noted that the session was to be hosted by Clara Owens, who also tended to make me feel a little stiff, although for different reasons.
Clara was 34 and she I had shared an office a few years ago and, as with most Hair and Beauty Lecturers, she was a little stunner. She had long blond hair which framed a round, attractive face and large blue eyes, always emphasised by elaborate eyelashes. Her nails were always impeccably shiny and of various different hues. She wore, as did all the teachers in her department, a white tunic that always reminded me of a Dentist's scrubs. These tunics had a V Neck collar that tapered at the waist. In the case of Clara, the tunic clung to her body in such a way to highlight her round breasts and curvaceous hips. She always looked pretty hot but was married so we never really did more than chat and occasionally flirt a bit. I was subsequently informed by a colleague that she knew I fancied her and that she actually quite liked it. I hadn't seen Clara for a while but I had heard she had gotten divorced a while back. This opened up a range of possibilities.
At the appointed time, I ambled down to the Hair and Beauty block, which was located off as a separate annex. I strolled over the car park and up the stairs to the room mentioned on the Teams invite and as I entered, Clara was there welcoming the attendees. I noted that Gail from the Exams office was there, as was Emily from the Employment team plus a few others whose faces I recognised but didn't know the names of.
"David!" Clara said, putting her hand upon my forearm as I walked in. Her touch alone was intoxicating, as minor brushes against each other are when it's someone you fancy.
"I didn't think we were getting any men attending today."
"I'm only here because I saw it was you hosting the session," I replied as she guided me into the room. It was a large space, full of beds with curtains that came around, much like a hospital. It was used for teaching different hair and beauty techniques and had a smell of hair dye, nail polish and the like. The other women were taking their places at their beds and eyed me curiously. Ignoring them, Clara guided me towards a bed on the far side of the room.
"Well, that's nice to hear," she said, taking my phone out of my hand and placing it on the bedside table. "OK," she said, pulling the curtain around the bed, "this is a stress relief session so if you'll take off all your clothes and lie face up, with your head on the pillow at the top of the bed and your feet up on the pillow at the bottom..."
As she spoke, she eased me into the sitting position and moved so fast it took a moment to register what she'd said.
"Erm, take off ALL my clothes?" I asked.
She looked at me with her stunning, wide eyes and said, "Yes please. The curtain will be shut so don't worry but part of the stress relief is to be free of all cumbersome items, such as phones and clothes. It's a very important part of what I'm encouraging the students to do."
"To be naked?" I sputtered.
"Yes," she replied quite seriously. "Very important."
She turned to leave as if she hadn't asked me to strip nude in a room with nothing but female colleagues and before I could close my open mouth, she'd gone.
I had a moment's pause. It wasn't long ago that I'd ended up completely nude in a photography class and I don't know that I'm ready to repeat that experience, even though it wasn't ultimately unpleasant. Still, this was being organised as an official event and we were all behind curtains so what could go wrong? I therefore did as requested and removed my work shirt, pants and underwear and lay down as requested.
Unlike the few hospital beds it had been my misfortune to lie in, this bed was quite comfortable and being nude was freeing and relaxing, as Clara had said. I happily lay on my back with my eyes closed when I heard Clara start to speak. I followed her instructions as her soft, gentle voice washed over me, telling me to do different stress relieving things such as, scrunch up my face and release, arch my back so only my shoulders and heels are touching the bed, and place my hands over my chest and push my palms together, whilst also pushing my shoulders back into the bed. This was all surprisingly effective and I found myself feeling the tension fall away.
As I was relaxing with my eyes closed, I suddenly felt a gentle hand upon my thigh! I almost jerked up but Clara's easy going, sing-song voice was calming as she spoke, plus her finger brushed gently against my cock.
"Now, one of the better stress relievers is masturbation," she said.
My eyes shot open!
"Those of you that have been before will know we have discussed, in-depth, the female orgasm and how masturbation is an important and overlooked form of stress relief plus how to achieve it alone, but one thing we've lacked is having a male member ... "
Was it my imagination or did she pause there?
"... of staff before to enable us to look at the male orgasm and watch how the male masturbation technique differs to our own."
