Evening Class Surprise
Although not absolutely necessary, it is suggested that reading my previous/first story (UK Butch vs Indian Femme) would help the reader with some further background information on the main character in this story.
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Tuesday evenings came round again a little too quickly. Vandana had just got home from work and had ten minutes to gather her study materials together and leave the house for her weekly evening class. She changed quickly, leaving on her white silk lace thong and white bra that she had worn to work. She dressed in a pair of very tight-fitting cream-coloured leggings, a loose-fitting olive t-shirt and slipped on a pair of ivory-coloured ballet pumps.
Her employer had encouraged her to take some accountancy exams which, they said, would be for her career development. To be fair they were footing the bill for it so she couldn't complain too much but she'd rather be at home fingering herself like she did most evenings these days. Recently, she just couldn't take her mind off sex. Her thoughts often drifted off, even at the most inappropriate moments. She found that she was constantly horny and, with her vivid imagination, she'd make up various scenarios in her mind. She'd have to go to the ladies toilet at work on a regular basis just to wipe her soaking wet pussy. On occasion she sometimes found herself sat in one of the cubicles rubbing her clit furiously to bring herself to a climax and try and release some of her bottled-up sexual tension. Even the recent amazing sexual encounter she'd had with the two butch dykes hadn't helped. If anything, it had made her even more lustful.
She drove the fifteen minutes to the college campus, parked in the car park, grabbed her bag and briskly walked to the 1970s concrete building where the class was held. The class had already started as she entered. Everyone looked up at her as she made her way to a desk at the back of the class. She passed Andrew on the way. They'd chatted regularly during class break times. She found him attractive, and he'd appeared in a few of her daydream sex scenarios, as had Jess who was sat next to him. Vandana smiled at both of them as she passed where they were sat and they both smiled back at her, Jess also giving her a small wave. Andrew couldn't help but turn his head as she passed and had a cheeky glance at her beautiful ass, the stretched cotton of her leggings accentuating it gloriously. He taken more than a liking to the beautiful Indian girl and was in the process of plucking up courage to ask her out for a drink after class one day. He'd become mildly infatuated by her slender frame, her long dark wavy hair and her perfect brown skin.
He wasn't the only one who was watching her lovely buttocks quivering inside the material as she went to take her seat.
"Good of you to join us Miss Chauhan" said the lecturer as she sat down.
"Sorry I'm a bit late Mr. Jessop. Traffic was awful," she lied.
Mr. Jessop was a retired schoolteacher who now lectured on a part-time basis in a couple of the course modules. His old-school teaching methods consisted of him insisting on being addressed formally and, likewise, refusing to call his students by their first names even though most of them were well past school age. He was in his late sixties and had a reputation for being a lecherous old man when it came to the younger female students in the class. At 5 feet 7 inches tall he had a bald head except for a continuous line of grey hair (in desperate need of a trim) that ran from temple to temple round the back of his head. His small beer belly bulged in his shirt and hung over the waist of his brown trousers, and he wore the classic schoolteacher tweed style jacket with leather patches on the elbows. He was never seen without his pair of fairly thick-lensed spectacles. He'd lived alone for the last 20 years after his wife had left him for a younger man that she had met at work.
"OK class," said Mr. Jessop, moving round to the front of his desk. "Where were we?"
His words became background noise as Vandana looked over at the back of Andrew. Her mind wandered...... 'I wonder how big his cock is?'. She stared at the back of Jess's head, admiring her long blonde hair. 'She'd get it too....... I wonder if they'd be up for a threesome?' she thought as she pictured Andrew's cock inside her and her face buried in Jess's pussy. 'Come on Vandana. This is getting ridiculous' she tutted to herself as she squirmed a little on her chair as a result of the dampness she started feeling in the front of her underwear.
"Well Miss Chauhan. What's the answer?" She was dragged back into the real world by the mention of her name and looked towards Mr. Jessop who was staring at her with a mild look of impatience on his face.
"Erm..... erm....... I'm sorry. My mind was elsewhere," she said, looking a little embarrassed.
"Oh dear. We aren't having a great start to the evening are we Miss Chauhan? OK, does anybody else know the answer" he said as, to Vandana's relief, he moved his attention over to someone nearer the front of the class.
She managed to semi-concentrate for the next hour until Mr. Jessop concluded his ramblings and told them to take a fifteen-minute break. They all filed out of the classroom and down the corridor to the canteen. Vandana spotted Andrew and Jess getting themselves a hot drink from a vending machine and headed in their direction. Several of the male students watched her slyly as she made her way over to her two friends.
"Good evening, Miss Chauhan. Good of you to join us" joked Jess.
Vandana laughed. "That was a bit embarrassing," she said. "Time-keeping has never been my strong point but for Neil..... sorry 'Mr. Jessop', tardiness seems to be right up there with things that annoy him."
"So, to keep in his good books, you'll make sure you're here on time next week.... right?" asked Andrew, looking at her with a smile, his heart racing a little faster as he admired her beauty and knowing that she would almost certainly be late again next week.
"Well, maybe you'll redeem yourself if he likes your assignment" added Jess.
"Oh fuck," exclaimed Vandana. "That's due in this week, isn't it? Christ. I forgot all about it."
"Oooooo.... Someone's in trouble. I'd leave now if I were you," laughed Jess.
Vandana smiled back at her and thought to herself that, in a way, it was actually Jess's fault, as the time she should have been concentrating on her assignment was spent led on her bed with a six-inch dildo plunging in and out of her pussy and with two of her fingers buried in her asshole, whilst imagining herself sucking on Jess's lovely white tits.
"I'll tell him when we get back to class. I'm sure he'll understand" said Vandana sarcastically.
After ten minutes or so they made their way back to class. Mr. Jessop was sat behind his desk, head bowed, reading something in front of him. Vandana noticed how the light reflected off his bald head as she approached him.
"Hi Mr. Jessop," she said with a slightly nervous tone in her voice. "I'm really sorry but I forgot that the assignment was due this week and I've not quite finished it."
Mr. Jessop looked up at her and sighed.
"Oh dear. We aren't having a good day are we Miss Chauhan?" he said to her. He placed his right hand under the desk and slowly rubbed his cock through his trousers, as he looked at her. "I think we'd better have a chat about this after class."
Vandana turned herself around and walked back to her desk, her teacher's gaze glued to her ass all the way as he started to think of ideas of how to administer some discipline. He let out a low moan, that wasn't audible to anyone but himself, and turned his attention back to the class, remaining seated to conceal the erection that had started to develop.
'Was he rubbing his dick just then?' Vandana thought to herself as she sat back down. 'Fucking pervert.'
Mr. Jessop continued with the lesson, eventually standing up and walking around as the bulge in the front of his trousers faded. He walked behind Vandana and breathed in deeply, trying to get a hint of her scent. Vandana heard him inhale and looked up at him as he walked past her. He smiled down at her.
'What's he up to?' she thought. She had heard rumours about his lewd reputation and had caught him looking at her on a few occasions previously. She had dismissed it as him just being a dirty old man but, this evening, his attention was becoming very noticeable. Her mischievous side suddenly made an appearance. 'OK. If that's how he wants to play it let's have some fun,' she thought to herself. 'At least it will make the last hour more interesting.'
She spent the rest of the lesson trying (and succeeding) to distract Mr. Jessop. She held his gaze while he addressed the class and sucked on the end of her pen suggestively. When he asked them to turn to a page in a particular textbook, she stood up to get it out of her bag, turned around and bent over so that, from where he was standing, he had the perfect view of her ass between the rows of desks. This had the desired effect on the old teacher. He stumbled over his words a number of times, loosened his tie (something he never did even on the hottest of days) and lost his concentration when trying to explain something, much to the confusion of the rest of the class who had never seen him like this before.
Vandana had to admit to being a little excited at the affect she could see that she was having on him and that the rest of the class had no idea that she was the cause of it. It was her little secret and she was having fun with it. The next hour passed quickly and, as Mr. Jessop came to a natural conclusion in his lesson, he told the students to pack up their belongings and that he'd see them next week. As his students began to leave the room his gaze was firmly on Vandana.
"Oh. Miss Chauhan," he called out. "About that little chat we were going to have."
Andrew and Jess both looked at her and gave her a sympathetic smile.
