It is Tuesday. I am wearing a much more conservative outfit. Slim black skirt that falls below my knees, charcoal grey stockings. Heels, but only 3" high. These Danish men are tall, and I am only 5' 5", so I will not be wearing flats! I am wearing my black bustier, hoping to contain my 38HH breasts. It makes my waist smaller but somehow I feel more secure, as if I am wearing armor to ward off my "problem student", Søren.
I comb out my long dark thick wavy hair that falls to the middle of my back. I must stick out in this land of tall, blond blue-eyed people. I carefully apply smudged eyeshadow, staring at my eyes. They can be described as topaz; a mix of green, brown and gold flecks. I like wearing dark eye makeup, I like to project power and intimidate my students. Especially that snotty one.
It is still dark out, and I rifle through my closet, where is that high-necked blouse? Ahhh here it is, I don it quickly, and head out the door.
I arrive and take a deep breath before I enter the classroom. The conversation dies down, and I begin class, making sure not to make eye contact with Søren. I will show him that yesterday meant nothing to me, and I am in control.
I call on each student, and make them come up to the SmartBoard and conjugate the basic verbs. I am dreading calling up Søren, but if I don't it will be too obvious. At last it is his turn, I call his name without looking up. I wait and wait and wait.
Finally, Mr. Wonderful saunters up the aisle and stops, turning sideways facing me. He leans in close, and places one muscular thigh between my legs. I gasp as his chest pushes against my tits. This is no accident. I can't step backwards or I will fall onto my desk. Søren pauses too long, smiling, but there is no warmth behind his smile.
Without thinking, I squeeze my thighs together and push forward so I am rubbing my pussy on top of his leg. He whispers so the class cannot hear, "Miss Ginger, are you always this horny in public? Meet me outside after class so we may discuss your behavior." Søren removes his thigh slowly as my face reddens.
I shudder as Søren passes by and takes his place at the board. I assume he will fail at his task, but surprisingly he sails through his work, not making a single error. He is wearing a tight black t-shirt mmm mmm he looks good, I am enjoying watching his triceps flex while he writes. And look at that sweet ass in his jeans, damn he is hot.
Meet him outside? I feel like a student who is in trouble with the principal. Being alone with him is definitely not a good idea, I frantically come up with ways I can sneak out without him seeing me.
Søren's back is broad and strong, tapering to a lean waist. I gaze at his white-blond hair, and the way it curls at the nape of his neck. He is so close I can smell him, a mix of heady male scent and some kind of sexy cologne. I should be stepping aside, giving him room to write, but I find I cannot move.
