Natalie collapsed into her chair after the last of her students walked out of the classroom at the end of the day. She was absolutely exhausted. It was her first year of teaching art at a low-income high school and no matter how many people had warned her, there was no way to prepare for the amount of work she was required to put in every day.
What I really need is a back massage
, Natalie thought to herself, rubbing the small of her back. As she kneaded her lower back, she arched her back, unconsciously sticking out her perky C-cup breasts. Natalie had an hourglass figure with big tits, wide hips, and a big yet firm ass. She made a conscious effort not to wear tight clothing to school, so as not to tempt any of her hormone-flooded students.
Still, she sometimes noticed bulges in the pants of her male students when she bent over near them, exposing a bit of cleavage, or bent over her desk to grab a pen, giving the class a perfect view of her apple-shaped behind. Even worse was the way some of the teachers looked at her. She had already caught several of the men β including the principal β gazing intently at her chest, mesmerized by the outline of her bra.
"You look exhausted."
The voice startled Natalie and she jumped slightly in her chair. "Oh, Nick," she breathed a sigh of relief. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Sorry, Ms. K," Nick said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if my pot was out of the kiln yet."
"It is. It's right over there," Natalie said, pointing to one of the tables. She started to get up but Nick stopped her.
"No, it's fine. You don't have to show me. Take a break." He walked over to the table, taking long strides. Natalie couldn't help but admire his athletic build, with his broad shoulders and muscular chest.
Now that's a man who can give a back massage
, she thought. Then, shocked,
He's one of my students! I can't believe I'd even think that. But it has been awhile...
She sighed, thinking of the last time she had felt a man's intimate touch. Brian, her ex-boyfriend, hadn't been very talented in the bedroom and she had often faked orgasms just to speed up the process.
"Are you okay, Ms. K?" Without her realizing it, Nick had walked over to her and was leaning against her desk.
"I'm fine, thanks. Just a little tired."
"How's your back? I saw you rubbing it when I came in." As Nick spoke, obviously picturing the fabric of Natalie's shirt stretched over her supple breasts as she arched her back, his dick stirred in his pants. Natalie noticed the bulge and felt her nipples start to tingle.
He is 18...
she thought, trying to justify her arousal.
No, I can't. I'm his teacher! But it's been so long...
Nick interrupted her thoughts, "I know a really good massage technique from football, if you want. You'll feel ten times better, I promise."
"Nick, you know I can't do that," Natalie started to explain.
"I know, I know..." Nick said, putting up his hands and giving her a better view of the outline in his pants. "I just see how hard you work and I thought I could help, that's all. I'd keep it clean, don't worry."
Natalie noticed a small smirk on his face that he was obviously trying to hide and thought,
What the hell, I'll stop it if anything gets too...intimate. I really could use a good massage
.
"Okay, fine. Do you want me to sit in one of the chairs or...?"
"No. There's a massage table in the locker room. Come on, I'll show you." Nick turned and started for the door without giving Natalie a chance to respond.
They walked down an empty hall. It was Friday afternoon and everyone had gone home for the holiday weekend.
"Are you sure Coach Harrison will be there to let us into the locker room?" Natalie asked. "It looks like everyone left already."
"I can get in, it's okay," Nick answered with a smile. "So, your boyfriend doesn't give you back rubs?"
"No, we broke upβ" Natalie started before realizing that this crossed a line. But allowing a student to give her a massage crossed a line as well, so she continued. "A few months ago. Well, more than a few... He was more into getting massages than giving them anyway."
"That sucks," Nick said, pulling a set of keys from his pocket and opening the locker room door. "He must have been crazy not to want to put his hands on you all the time."
Natalie stopped in the middle of the doorway, standing next to him. She had to tilt her head up to look him in the eye. Those eyes, so deep dark brown. His dark mocha skin and curly black hair were so tempting to touch.
"Maybe we shouldn't do this... I'm your teacher, and you're my student. This isn't right."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. But you must know you're attractive. It's hard not to," Nick said, staring deep into Natalie's eyes.