While being a history student-teacher it was normal for me to stay after school to either do work for myself or the supervising teacher. The supervising teacher and I always had this chemistry. We loved so many of the same things and he was always flirting with me and I flirted back. He was very attractive, young, and was always wearing a suit which turned me on. (This may sound weird, but if a guy is in a suit he is ten times hotter) One day, I was staying after class with the supervising teacher when he said:
"Is it alright if I turn the air on?"
"I don't mind." I replied.
I wondered why he wanted to put the air on since it was comfortable in the room. He got up and turned the air conditioner on and then went and closed his door.
"Could you play some music? I work better with music." I asked.
"Sure."
He turned it on.
"You are one hell of a student teacher: very dedicated, professional, independent. You don't take any crap from these horny high school boys." He said as he got up from his desk so he could remove his suit jacket.
"They sure are juvenile. What do I want with a high school boy? I'm working on a
Masters." I added.
He placed his suit jacket on his chair and turned up the music.
"I love this song." He said.
Where I was sitting, I could not been seen if someone was to look into the room. He walked over to me and sat down on the desktop adjacent to me. The desks were in groups of four.
"You're pretty attractive as well. I'm sure all the girls love your class." I said.
"Hmmm."
He got up abruptly and shoved all my books and papers off of the desks.
"What are you doing?" I questioned.
"We need a break from work."
"I guess I'll go for a walk."
I got up to get my purse. He walked over to me. We stared at each other for a few
seconds.
"Want to come with me?"
"No." He said.
My heart was pounding. He eyed me up and down. I did not know if he was asking for it or not. I hoped he was because I had been wanting him since the day I met him.
"So..." He said looking at the floor.
I decided to take the leap. I grabbed him by his tie and kissed those sweet lips. He backed away and I thought for a moment he did not want that.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"No. No. I want you. I want you so bad."
He pulled his tie off of him, threw it on the floor, and unbuttoned his top two buttons. He sat down on a desktop and beckoned me toward him. I straddled my legs over his. He placed his hands on my hips and we began to make out. I loved how he ran his fingers through my hair and down my spine sending shivers everywhere. He gently stuck his tongue in and out of my mouth. I am not a tongue person so I was quite happy he was not liberal in using it. He slowly moved his hands from my hips up to my bra strap. He unhooked my bra. He slipped his hand up my blouse and rubbed my nipples. They got rock hard. I started to kiss his neck and moved down to his chest. I felt him tense up. He slipped his hands in between my thighs, massaging. I unbuttoned the rest of his buttons and continued to kiss his chest.
"You like that?" I said attempting to be sexy.
Of course he did stupid.
I removed my blouse and threw my bra off of me. He stared at my boobs for a moment. He went to put one is mouth but I pushed him down on the desk and I kissed him all over his stomach. I licked him all over. My hand was resting on his member and I felt him getting harder.
I sat up straddling his body. He sat up and started to lick my nipples. I was so turned on that I had to wrap my legs around his waist just so I would not fall on the floor. I moaned but then he stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
He stood up and he ran over to his mini-fridge. He opened it and brought over a can of
whipped cream.
"Oh, my god!" I exclaimed.
Whipped cream is my aphrodisiac.