A date with a Rose.
I had no choice but to wear the electronic control harness to bed and pack my overnight bag for work. I was relieved today that no one had questioned me.
The transdermal patches under the straps of the harness were itching. My dreams were of Genie and her smart phone. She was shoving it into my mouth like it was a bar of soap. I was sinking into the ground and growing like a plant into a giant blue wobbly dildo.
I was awake for 20 minutes or so before I realized I was awake. Whatever was in the drug patches strapped to me had me in a haze. I skipped breakfast as I was very late.
My morning wood lasted all day as my mind slipped in and out of a confusing erotic dream state. Obsessed with Genie... I couldn't remember what she looked like. I remember the feeling of looking at her... the thrill of sneaking a gimps of cleavage or admiring her silhouette but what did she look like? My mind swirled.
I didn't give a thought to "Ms Rose" or what I was supposed to be doing on the "week long assignment". I was warm and had to constantly fight the comforting feeling of rubbing my crotch. I gave the students a movie day... there was no way I was up for IELTS today.
I ducked into the bathroom at lunch and stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. I wanted to masturbate but felt like it was cheating on Genie if I did. I walked in and out of the bathroom two more times, my hard on rubbing uncomfortably on my trousers.
Iesha, a nerdy Teacher I often spoke with came over. She is a little too thin and has a very angular face and messy mousy hair. We have never socialized outside of work and usually only talked about admin issues. She is the head Teacher but Director of studies is in idiot and insists on doing everything so she gets paid extra for nothing... ok what I mean is she and I aren't, Um... we joke flirted a few times but I just assumed she was seeing someone or gay or asexual... she is quite fit and has a good body, even if she never wears makeup and always wears cheap badly fitting t-shirt dresses and hippie scarves...
...anyway.
Iesha took my hand and led me back into the bathroom. I followed feeling grateful for the direction and she led me to the sink, the warmth of her hand felt really nice. In a fluid action she slipped off her pink cotton g string and sat on the sink facing me. All the while holding my hand. She really is surprising athletic.
On the table that holds the sink in our unisex bathroom Iesha firmly but carefully grasped the top of my head and thrust it between her legs. The aroma was very strong but I really wanted to kiss it. I kissed gently and Iesha made a sound like a sheep.
I kissed it again... with a little tongue... Iesha pushed on my head hard with a breathy:
"deeper"
I tried to answer but my face and mouth were mashed into her pubic hair and very full lips. For some reason I though about oysters at this point... so she made some more sheep-like but very encouraging noises before pulling my hair and sliding me up under her dress.
My head trapped under her stretchy cotton dress, pressing my face into her freckly milky pale skin. I was kissing her slender and muscular breasts and she said something I didn't catch.
"Am I beautiful?"
I think was the question... I was nodding but I guess she didn't notice.
Iesha grabbed hold of my balls and gave them a hard squeeze:
"Say it!"
She said with authority but in a half whisper. I guess she was thinking about someone walking in on us...
I said:
"You are perfect."
Iesha taking the hair on the back of my head jamming my face between her legs again. I started to kiss it... but was too slow. She came in my face soaking me as she ground my face into her with another long bleat.
It was so hot. Literally too I guess, because I felt the cold air hit my face and snap me out of the mini day dream I had fallen into. I have no idea how long I was down there... but when she released my head and I came up for air I was very aroused. OK, so before I had been floating along with a kind of sleepy-warm-all-day-morning-wood thing but now I was very keen for it. My cock pressing mercilessly against my trousers like a torch in my pocket.
Iesha... or is it Aisha? Anyway Iesha (Eye-ee-sha) lifted up her lean slightly muscular leg and stepped on my shoulder. I wanted to suck on that leg but she put her other foot on my other shoulder and I heard paper rustle.