Ella Shaw sat in her fifth period biology class, anxiously tapping her feet on the tile floor beneath her desk. The eighteen year old was two months from graduating from Fillmore High School. At the moment she was counting the seconds until the end of the school day, anticipating the extra curricular activity that awaited her.
Playing with a few strands of her flaming red hair, the lovely teen crossed one lithe limb over the other, squeezing her thighs together as the light blue mini dress she wore rode up her legs. Sitting at a desk for the last hour had been torturous, not only for her but for the males in the class who were sneaking peeks at the sexy display.
When last period finally ended the now quite horny girl made a beeline for her math classroom, briefly popping into a washroom along the way to re-apply lip gloss and check her overall appearance. To compliment her dress she wore white thigh high stockings, a cute little blue ribbon atop each, and a pair of blue leather penny loafers on her small, exquisite feet.
Studying herself in a mirror she noted her scarlet locks, what some would say was her most striking feature, tied in two alluring ponytails. They were draped over her chest, partially obscuring the visibly hard nipples of her pert breasts beneath the thin fabric of her dress.
Perfect,
she thought, a devilish smirk creeping onto her face.
Ella was a nice girl, but with a decidedly naughty side. A sweet, kind, generous, inquisitive soul, but also without question a sexy, always horny nymph. She was constantly flirting with her teachers, in that shy, faux innocent manner she affected. She was strongly attracted to older men, an obsession really, and paid little attention to boys her age, much to their chagrin.
For several months she had harboured a kinky desire to screw a teacher, and one in particular, her favourite, Mr. Paul Jones. He had been her math teacher the previous year, and now he tutored her. A gentle, thoughtful man, he was always willing to help her with her studies, patiently explaining difficult lessons, especially in math, a subject Ella loathed. She tended to dislike most of her math instructors, but Mr. Jones was the exception. He had a reputation for being a strict disciplinarian, but he was never harsh with her.
At forty-eight he was still quite attractive, five feet eleven inches tall, with dark wavy hair, some grey speckled throughout. He had a very nice physique, especially for a man his age, the product of four to five workouts a week, a generally active lifestyle, and a healthy diet. His blue eyes, sometimes hidden behind spectacles, caught the attention of more than a few females in the school, both faculty and students. Ella was not the only one entertaining fanciful notions regarding Mr. Jones. She was simply the only one who acted on them.
Initially her attraction was more of a school girl crush, but over time her innocent infatuation evolved into something more dangerous. She would watch him closely, her lovely hazel eyes surreptitiously scanning his face, his arms, his legs, her gaze ultimately making its way to his crotch.
She dreamt of seeing a growing bulge beneath his trousers, and those thoughts inevitably made her wet, so much so that the after school tutoring sessions with him became almost unbearable in a way, and sweet Ella often found herself fingering her burning pussy fantasizing about Mr. Jones when she got home. She knew she had to have the real thing. Maybe today would be that day.
"Hi Mr. Jones," she said cheerfully, entering the recently vacated classroom.
"Hello Ella," he replied, smiling.
She went to a table near his large, oak desk, sitting up straight, brushing her ponytails over her shoulders, her legs tucked under her. The teacher pulled up a chair. Together they began reviewing the week's lessons, spending almost an hour before pausing to discuss Ella's continuing academic struggles.
A truly skillful instructor, Mr. Jones had actually made excellent progress with his pretty pupil. She had become much more proficient in math, and truth be told after a couple of months she no longer required his assistance, but Ella would hear none of it. She needed more time for her plans to come to fruition. She continued to feign incompetence, even going so far as to purposely fail tests.
He was perplexed by her lack of tangible success. He knew that she was mastering the subject matter, and wondered whether her difficulties were more a result of anxiety as opposed to ability. He proposed she consider working with a different teacher, or perhaps a guidance counsellor.
Ella was taken aback by the suggestion, pleading with him to stay with her. He was the best teacher in the school she said, the only one who had ever cared enough to help her, the only one who really understood her. She moved her chair closer to his, tears welling up in her eyes. Mr. Jones was flattered by her praise and touched by her emotional reaction. He briefly placed his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that he would continue.
The slutty little trollop looked downward, not wishing the target of her salacious machinations to notice the grin growing on her luscious pink lips. For weeks she had been dressing more and more provocatively for her sessions with her teacher. On more than one occasion, including this time, she blatantly violated the school dress code, yet all her efforts seemed in vain.
She had attempted flirting with Mr. Jones in that sweet, innocent way of hers, and at times had pushed the boundaries, speaking in a suggestive manner that most men could not have ignored. Ella knew that any other teacher in the school would have either fucked her by now, or more likely sent her to Principal Cameron for disciplinary action.
But not Mr. Jones. He was always professional, always kind, always one hundred percent focused on helping her. It pissed her off, but also made her respect him even more, like him even more, want him even more.
She had become concerned that her master plan would never come to pass. Then today she detected a change, almost imperceptible, but it was real, she was sure of it. The look in his blue eyes while she was telling him how important he was to her, the hand resting gently on her shoulder, his soothing words, these small gestures all conspired to indicate to Ella that she was finally getting through.
Who knew that an emotional outburst and some well timed tears would do the trick
, she chuckled to herself.
Having finally lured her catch to nibble at the bait, the alluring little seductress now attempted to set the hook. Pushing her chair back slightly, Ella reclined just a tad, extending her slender, stocking clad legs in front of her. Crossing them below her knees, her right foot slipped from her shoe, slowly sliding along her left calf, her short, powder blue dress climbing upward.
Paul Jones glanced down, gob smacked by the vision he now beheld. The hem of Ella's body clinging garment had climbed several inches above the tops of her white stockings, revealing succulent, creamy flesh. The cute little blue ribbons adorning her thigh highs completed the promiscuous picture.
Her right foot continued casually stroking her left shin, her sexy toes visible beneath the gossamer material encasing her lithe limbs. The teacher grew agitated as he witnessed the wanton display, knowing he should look away but unable to do so. He spied her supple right calf as her foot caressed her left leg, sliding up and down in a most erotic manner.
Ella's fingers had found her skin above the stockings, her well manicured nails casually tracing circles along the flesh of her upper legs. She was aware that the noble, gentlemanly Mr. Jones was now surreptitiously ogling her like a degenerate perv, and she was over the moon. Shifting her gaze downward to her tutor's crotch she noted a faint stirring beneath the cotton fabric of his slacks. A barely detectable twitch, yet detectable nonetheless. Her teacher was getting an erection.
Oh fuck,
Ella moaned inwardly, her pussy instantly getting wetter.
One of her secret dreams had come true. She had made her teacher hard. Lust beginning to consume her, she pondered her options. She could pull up her dress and start masturbating. She was certainly horny enough at this point. Maybe she should try to kiss him. Another long held desire. Or maybe she should fish out his cock and go down on him. Ella could feel her blue thong panties become inundated as the various scenarios played out in her mind.
What the fuck
, Mr. Jones thought, staring at the performance being put on for his benefit.
The formerly shy, quiet, unassuming student who had been in his math class a year ago, sweet, innocent Ella, had morphed into the sluttiest of school girls. For several weeks, several months really, she had been teasing him, tempting him. Those hot little outfits she wore, her seemingly innocent double entendres, the way she sashayed her gorgeous ass in front of him, all communicating exactly what she wanted.
He had done everything he could to resist crossing the taboo line separating teacher from student, but this was too much. Here she was, mere inches from his body, touching herself, rubbing her foot against her leg, her short dress barely concealing her hidden treasure.
