Sitting at her desk in her old classroom, Lara listened to her professor's history lesson. The room looked exactly as she remembered.
Lifeless grey walls, sparsely decorated. The lack of colours reminded her of her life back then, just going through the motions without much thought about what she wanted to do with her life.
The lesson was not a new one. It never was. She clearly remembered hearing Mr. Harrison talk about it many years ago. But Lara didn't mind. It's not like she was here for the lesson anyway. She was waiting for someone.
Someone who would drastically change her life. But for the better. To finally give it meaning.
Minute after minute passed as Lara kept listening to the boring lesson. Her professor's words entered her mind through one ear only to escape it through the other.
Suddenly Mr. Harrison stared directly at her. Her heart stopped for a moment.
Would he scold her for not paying attention? She remembered him doing that once, years ago.
Lara was already an adult at that point, but he made her feel like a stupid child.
No, that's not the way he was looking at her this time. This was something different. She remembered him looking at her like this a few times as well, but didn't understand what it meant.
Now she understood. He was a perverted old man. She was a beautiful young woman. It was a look of lust and desire.
Today his gaze was not fixed on her eyes as it had usually been though. Instead it quickly shifted further down. Wondering what he could be staring it, Lara looked down herself.
"Oh, of course that's what he's looking at," she thought, feeling silly for even wondering in the first place.
Her eyes were greeted by the sight of her own breasts, barely contained by a pink blouse with a deep cut. At the front she made out two perky nipples trying to break through the material. Definitive proof that a bra was not part of this outfit.
"That old pervert can't get enough of staring at my tits," Lara gladly noticed. Almost on instict she bent over a bit, giving the old man a better view down her cleavage.
Why didn't she wear this more often? It revealed so much of her full round tits. And that was the point, after all. That was the reason she wore this blouse. She loved showing off her big breasts to her old disgusting professor.
As his fixation to her chest validated her choice of fashion, she noticed the pervert's eyes dropping even lower. "Is he looking under my table? What is he staring at now?"
The big breasted blonde looked further down, examining what it is that caught her professor's attention when she remembered the other piece of clothing she decided to wear. Her wide black skirt.
"He must be looking at my panties.. no, that's not right. He can't be looking at my panties," the young woman reminded herself. "How could he? I'm not wearing any. He's staring at my pussy."
Showing the old man her most private part, Lara felt her pussy tingling in excitement and instinctively spread her legs. Why hasn't she always done this? Showing off her body is so much fun.
Her professor's eyes kept switching back and forth between her breasts and her pussy, making Lara chuckle at his indecision. It didn't really matter to her which of her body parts he preferred to stare at. She enjoyed the attention either way.
Suddenly, a knock on the classroom door pulled her out of those thoughts. Her head spun around in an instant. She jumped up from her chair as she had almost forgotten who she was expecting.
"It's open, come in!" Lara almost yelled, excited about seeing the person she had waited for.
As the door opened a young man walked in. She immediately recognized her husband Peter. His short brown hair, his blue eyes, a smile on his face as he walked closer to her.
The next moment Lara was standing right in front of her husband. There was almost no one else in the room anymore. It was just her and him and the old professor still staring at her attractive body.
Lara couldn't help but notice how handsome her husband looked in his black business suit. "He must have come straight from work," she thought while taking a step forward to hug Peter.
She would embrace him and feel safe in his strong arms as he took her away into her new life.
The couple put their arms around each other, hugging tightly before connecting their lips. At this moment Lara felt nothing but love and joy and the old man's eyes on her ass.
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Lara Wellington opened her eyes as she woke from her recurring dream. "What the fuck!"
Her eyes were wide open as she realized what she had just dreamed about. Did she just show off her breasts and her vagina to her old disgusting history professor, Mr. Harrison?
"I have had that dream so many times," Lara reminded herself. "But something like that has never happened before. What is wrong with me?"
Taking a quick peek at her side revealed that she had woken up first, just like she preferred to. Her husband was sleeping soundly next to her as she blankly stared at him, trying to make heads or tails of what she had just experienced.
"His silly fantasies! It must be because of his fantasies of guys checking me out! It's not enough that they mess with his head, now they are messing with my dreams, too."
The morning sun felt warm on her face, making her appreciate that their new home's bedroom windows faced east, just like in their old appartment.
She registered that it was not only her face that felt warm. Her whole body was heated up. A remnant of the erotic twist her recurring dream had taken.
She shook the thoughts about her dream out of her mind, as she pondered whether she should wake her husband, too.
No, it was still early enough to let him sleep a bit longer. She could take care of their son Jack first, maybe take a shower, and then wake him if he wasn't awake already.
The young mother made her way to the baby's room. As she was doing her usual morning chores she remembered the events of the past week.
It all started when her husband revealed his newfound fantasies to her. While making love, she teased him with the way their neighbour Connor had looked at her, staring lustfully at her body.
Her partner's excitement about another man checking out his wife seemed bizarre to her at first, but she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed Peter's vastly enhanced sexual enthusiasm.
In fact, she enjoyed it so much, it didn't take her long to fully welcome his fantasy into their regular sex life.
They decided to bring Jack over to her parents on one day of the week and to his parents on another one, so the couple would have more time to go on dates every now and then while at the same time getting their son used to his mother not being around 24/7.
Lara had always worn feminine clothes whenever they went out together, but after those new revelations, she upped the ante. Wearing slightly more revealing clothes, showing off maybe some cleavage or her pretty long legs for her husband's benefit. Or rather, for anyone's benefit, really.
Three times they had gone on dates since then, and whenever her loving husband noticed another man staring at his wife in her sexy outfits, she knew she was in for a very satisfying night.
They would talk about how that particular man had stared at her, and Peter would go crazy with lust for her. Quite often such a night ended with the couple enjoying a mutual orgasm.
Their sex life was more fulfilling than ever. They didn't even fuck this much when they started dating.
"But he is always with me when I show off like that", the pretty wife pondered on her way to the shower. "Doing it without him has never even crossed my mind. Why would I? I'm doing it for him after all."
Of course sometimes men would look at her body when she was on her own, but she never cared, nor did she do anything to provoke the attention.
"So why did I dream something like that," Lara wondered, turning on the shower and enjoying the hot water raining down on her body. Thinking about the perverted dream made her feel dirty, and she imagined the water on her body cleansing the filth off her.
"Peter wasn't even there, but I was showing my body to Mr. Harrison like a horny slut. I would never behave like that."
A shiver ran through her body as she pictured the fat professor's eyes staring at her. She recalled her eagerness in showing him her most valuable treasures.
Her hands moved around as they spread soap over her body while the blonde woman further contemplated her weird dream.
"Mr. Harrison was such a disgusting pervert. How did I never realize it back then? I guess I just looked up to him, because he seemed so smart, and he praised me when I did well.
God, I was so fucking naive. He always looked into my eyes like that.. He probably would have looked elsewhere had I shown more skin back then."
Lara started washing her upper body, rubbing in the soap, while remembering her old professor's gaze during her dream.
"He stared at them so intensely, like he had never seen breasts before. And I even wore that pink blouse for him. I never wear that anymore, it looks way too slutty on me now. No wonder he couldn't stop looking," the naked woman reasoned as she softly massaged her full breasts, her nipples now standing at attention.
"Well, he did stop looking. But only because something else caught his attention. I really wore that black skirt for him.. and without any panties! I always wear panties!"
With one hand still massaging one of her breasts, the other one spread some soap on her thighs, cleaning the area around her vagina.
