Thank you to tangentjoker and my wife for editing this story.
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This is the fourth story of Karen. You don't need to read the other stories first, but it's also not a mistake. They are in chronological order.
Karen - His New Girlfriend?
Karen - The Second Meeting
Karen - Creamed Pants
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The first thing Mr. Smith noticed when he entered the class was that Karen sat in the front row in the middle. After thinking about this for a couple of moments, he realized that she had changed her place with Ken, who now sat in the back.
Tim Smith was the math teacher of this class. He was a young teacher. He was not bad looking but nothing special, medium height, not very athletic, not thin, not chubby, short brown hair, a pretty good sense of humor. He wasn't a bad teacher, but also not the best teacher at all.
Mr. Smith was single at the moment. In the past, he had several girlfriends, but normally it didn't work for a long time. Mostly, they broke because of incompatible sexual desires. He was a leg and foot fan. Okay, "fan" is perhaps a little bit too weak an expression. Better we say "fetishist". Sadly, the women he met didn't appreciate that mostly her legs and feet made him horny. He tried to hide his desires normally and tried to seem interested in their whole body and their minds and souls. Of course, that wasn't a lie at all. He appreciated intelligent, generous and humorous women - but that didn't turn him on. He wasn't really good at faking sexual interests. Normally, they recognized his desires after a short time and then the woman felt repulsed. They felt used, because they felt reduced to some body parts. Perhaps that wasn't fair. He fell in love several times, and the reasons were not only their feet and legs.
Karen didn't know the whole story, but she noticed that he got aroused for feet and legs. She called him "Tim" in her thoughts. To think of him as "Mr. Smith" seemed inappropriate to her. He wasn't a distant authority for her. He was a man toy or boy toy she would like to play with. Mr. Smith tried to not show his fetishes at school, but he often tried to get a good look at feet and legs of women around him. Then he pretended to be uninterested. But she caught his gaze too often. They couldn't be accidents. Karen was very good at recognizing those things.
She didn't care if he would be interested her whole body. She only wanted to find a leverage to gain power over him. She knew now that feet and legs were his weak points and that was the only thing that counted. Her aim was to make her math class as comfortable as possible. Her legs and her feet could be the weapons to reach that target and she was willing to use them. Karen didn't want for Mr. Smith to recognize her knowledge over him at first. It seemed easier to entangled him in her web, when he was not on guard.
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For the first lesson, she had chosen a short skirt, black stockings and white sandals. Only Mr. Smith had a good look at her feet, because he was the only one in front of her. She crossed her legs at the beginning of the lesson and the whole time looked in Mr. Smith's eyes. He didn't notice this at the beginning, but became more and more aware of her presence. Her right foot seemed to aim all the time in direction of his crotch and he began to fantasize about her feet. But he was professional enough to hide his thoughts. In fact, he was used to catching some pictures during his lessons to use for jerking off in the evening or the morning before he went to school. The trick was not to get too aroused in class and to enjoy the underlying erotic background he imagined. And he practiced this in a lot of lessons. So he enjoy the unexpected foot show. Perhaps this was not ethical but nobody knew it and nobody got hurt.
As Mr. Smith asked a question, Karen raised her hand.
"Karen!" Mr. Smith prompted her.
It seemed to be unintentional and like she was nervous, Karen uncrossed her legs. During her answer, she spread her toes, curled them and seemed to caress one foot with the other for a short moment. Dumbfounded, Mr. Smith gaped at her feet. Karen crossed her legs again and Mr. Smith noticed the silence in the classroom. He had some problems recalling Karen's answer.
Mr. Smith took a deep breath and said, "That's right, Karen!"
He continued with his lessons surprised about that he had left the role of the math teacher for a moment. He was bewildered that he was overwhelmed in sexual thoughts while teaching math. If he were prepared for this sudden sexy action it would be easier to handle, Mr. Smith thought. When he asked questions, he avoided giving Karen the floor again and he managed to end the lesson without further incidents. After the lesson, he left the class instantly.
In the evening, Mr. Smith was home alone. He recalled the views of Karen's feet and legs and jerked his cock off until he spurted his semen in a handkerchief. In the morning, he woke up and by recalling the pictures of Karen again he jerked off again. She was a really hot woman, he realized.
The reason of his wanking behavior in this morning was not only horniness but he thought if he jerked off, he could more easily focus on his job as a teacher. He was used to often jerking off in the morning before school.
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It seemed that Karen was now sitting in the front row permanently. This day, she wore a white halter top and a beige pair of long trousers. This time, her bare feet were covered in the same sandals as the day before. In a mixture of relief and disappointment Mr. Smith noticed that he didn't get a good view of her silky long legs again. He finished the math class as a professional teacher and he was pleased to archive full control again. Sometimes, he glimpsed at her feet. They were beautiful of course, but not as spectacular as it seemed to him the day before.
The next day, Karen dressed in the same style as the day before. At the beginning of the lesson, she slipped out of her sandals, crossed her legs and spread and curled the toes of her right foot in a very slow, nearly imperceptible, rhythm. At first, Mr. Smith didn't notice that she moved her toes at all. But soon he caught her foot in different positions and he tried to see Karen moving her toes without too obviously staring at her feet while he continued his teaching.
He looked at Karen's face. A broad smile appeared on her face and he felt caught red-handed and blushed. Certainly, he had a bad conscience. Surely she only smiled at him because he looked at her face, he thought but tried to be more careful. Nevertheless, he couldn't avoid checking her feet out. Soon he noticed that she increased the rhythm. He thought of her massaging his cock with her toes. He changed the picture in his imagination as he noticed that this could made his cock hard. After that, he tried very hard not to look at her feet anymore. He had seen enough to dream about for the day.
After asking a question, only Karen raised her hand and so he asked her for the answer. Karen uncrossed her legs. With a sudden movement, she raised her feet onto the tiptoes. While answering his question, she opened and closed her knees in a slow motion again and again. In awe, he gaped at this movement. Wow, what a nice sexy view, he thought. He had to sit down quickly behind his desk, because he didn't want anyone to notice his growing erection.
"Uh, that's right, Karen!", he said. He blushed again a bit as he saw her broad smile on him.
He continued teaching while sitting behind his desk. He avoided asking any more questions. He was glad when the bell rang at the end of the lesson because he couldn't avoid thinking of Karen's sexy feet and legs teasing him. Normally he managed to teach without getting aroused this much. She had only done little things with her feet, surely not intentionally, but it made him horny like hell. He hoped that nobody noticed his sexual excitement and it seemed that none of the other pupils sensed it.
He pretended to study some records when the students left the room because he didn't want to present his hard-on tenting his trousers.
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After teaching, he went home. Having dinner first, or first let flow in the sexy imagination Karen gave him and jerk off, that's the question, he thought. He decided to wait some more before he gave in to his sexual desires. After the dinner, he checked his e-mails first. He found an e-mail with the subject "Like when you gape on my feet". It could be junk mail, but it didn't hurt much to read it.
"Hi Mr. Smith,
I'm Karen, you know? From the middle of the first row of your math class."
Mr. Smith swallowed loudly.
