All characters committing or eluding to any sexual acts are 18 or older.
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I woke Early Monday, wondering if I should wear Miss Hallingsworth's nylons too class. I decided that I would; eager to show her my devotion, I got dressed and left a full hour before my usual time. I knocked on the classroom door two hours before my first class would start. "Miss Hallingsworth, it's me Dean, are you here?"
"Yes, just a moment," I waited hearing movement coming from the room, "Are you alone Dean?"
"Yes Miss Hallingsworth, I'm alone."
"Good, come in Dean,"
Entering, I saw her sitting in her chair wearing a short sleeveless nylon catsuit that flawlessly matched her skin tone.
"I'm glad you came in so early Dean, I was just grading the essays from last week's reading," She ran a hand down her body, inhaling deeply, I liked what that did to her chest, "I'm ready for a brake though. How about a foot-rub?"
"M... Miss Hallingsworth..." I stuttered.
"Dean, now. Come here, don't you want to rub me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Address me as, Miss Hallingsworth Dean. I use your name; it's only fair that you use mine."
I nodded, bent now to the task of rubbing her left foot.
"Mmm, that's good. Do you have a Girlfriend Dean?"
"Well..."
"I don't count. This has only just begun."
"Oh... well... no then."
"That's good. I may have a surprise for you later. Switch feet now Dean. Mmm, good boy."
"Thank you, ma... Miss Hallingsworth."
"You're welcome Dean; you're very good at this. Have you ever fantasized touching my feet before, Dean?"
"Yes, almost every day I do. You're the first person who's feet I have had fantasies about though. They just seem so clean and sexy."
"They smell good too, I'll bet."
"Yes."
She began to moan, "And how did they taste yesterday?"
"Sweet, like fruit."
"Mmm, taste them now." She commanded.
I did as I was told lifting her nylon covered foot to my mouth (she tasted like cherry today), then I reached down my pants to touch myself, "They taste like cherry, Miss Hallingsworth."
"I went jogging this morning; just for you. So you could taste me, then I covered them in my eatable cherry to keep them smelling nice and clean."
I pulled back, she had just told me her feet were dirty.
"I didn't say stop, and I defiantly didn't tell you to touch yourself. Stop that now." She pressed both sets of pretty little toes to my mouth, "Also, From now on if you feel the need to touch yourself, you had better ask for permission. Now open your mouth, don't you want to lick my fruity, sweaty toes foe me?"
I did as she said, only belatedly realizing that I no longer cared that they were dirty, in fact she had said that she had done it just for me I should feel special. I raised my right hand.
"Yes Dean?"
"Can I..."
"May you," she corrected.
"May I touch myself Miss Hallingsworth?"
"Yes, but only lightly I don; want you Cumming any time soon, Understand?"
"Yes Miss Hallingsworth, thank you," I said before resuming my work on her nylon covered feet.
Just then the breakfast bell rang.