In school, Mr. Davidson, my science teacher, always wore a buttoned up shirt and a tie. He always looked the same: shirt tucked in, ironed pants, black shoes. Nevertheless, he always looked dreamy. I couldn't help but stare at him for the whole class period. Occasionally he would catch me staring at his crotch, then I would just twirl my pretty brown hair as if nothing happened. I'm not sure if he liked me looking at him, but I didn't care. I want him to notice me.
One day, in class, he announced that we were taking a field trip to the marshland for a nature walk. The class cheered, nobody wanting to be in school. I liked the idea too, hoping to deviate a plan to get into his pants. Mr. Davidson asked the class for chaperones so we would have enough supervision. That was a good suggestion, for I could get him alone and the class would still have an adult with them. Class was then dismissed and I became very anxious to go home. The field trip was in one week.
That night, I dreamt about being with Mr. Davidson. In my dreams I was fooling around with him. It was very enticing. I woke up about thirty minutes before my alarm went off to wake me for school. I used the 30 minutes to my advantage. I crept my hand down my pink nightgown. I felt over my moist panties, rubbing gently. I got up and lied down over my blankets. I pulled off my nightgown, exposing most of my thin, tan body. I grabbed my naked breasts, nipples becoming hard. I squeezed one, then the other. I flicked at my pink nipples, thus increasing the excitement. Handful after handful, I gently felt my squishy, soft 34B breasts. That was enough teasing for me though! I brought my hand down to my purple panties. I became much more wet than before. I took off my panties, revealing my trimmed, rectangularly vertical bush. I began to gently rub over and around my clit. I then moved my hand down, sticking two of my fingers into my pussy. I went in and up, hitting just the right spot. I kept on penetrating myself, simultaneously rubbing my clit with the thumb of the same hand. My back was arching high from the pleasure of it all. I used my elbow to prop me up, my hand reaching for my perky breasts as I did so. I continued to finger myself until a higher sense of pleasure came over me. I slowed down, letting my eminence overtake me. I jerked my finger and my body started to shake. My finger became clenched in my sopping hole. Quivering in pleasure, I continued to rub my sensitive clit. It took only another minute or so for the next ocean of an orgasm. The waves died down from the last one, but the next one soon hit my shore. The pleasurable, sexual feeling overwhelmed my whole pubic region. From the inside, I could feel enjoyment around my crotch. I savored every second of it, thinking of Mr. Davidson the whole time. Then, my alarm clock went off.
In school, I was thinking about how good my teacher would be in real life. I looked at his crotch an extra lot that day, wondering how big he would be. I made predictions in my head. Maybe 7.5 inches, or even bigger. Mmmm, Capri. Capri! He would say my name as he fucked me. Capri!
"Capri!" I came back to reality, hearing him say my name for real. "Capri, I asked you if you knew the definition to an ion," he said in his masculinely sexy voice.
"Yes, it's an electron with an electric charge," I replied, upset that I couldn't remain in a fantasy.
"Good," he praised. Then the bell rang.
A week went by of me fantasizing about him both in school and in my bedroom. Wherever I fantasized, he was very good at screwing me! I really wanted him. Today was the day of the field trip, where I would seductively trap him into having sex with me. I didn't masturbate this morning, for I wanted him to give me all the pleasure in the world today. I got in front of my mirror. I tried on different panties and thongs, thinking which one he would like the best. I went with nothing. I decided to also wear no bra. I threw on a tight pink skirt, hugging my muscular thighs and butt. I put on a belly ring and a black tank top going over it. I looked extremely sexy. I got out of my clothing and went to my bathroom. I picked up my razor and shaving cream. I applied the cream onto my silky legs and arms. I shaved all my limbs. Then I looked at my pussy. Did I want it shaved? A little bit, I figured. I generously applied shaving cream to the area. I rubbed it on, getting everything covered. I shaved the lips first. Stroke after stroke, I became very smooth. Then to the sides I shaved. The hair that was left was all above my slit. I decided to do a little bit more. I shaved an inch up. In turn, I was left with a sexy patch of love, an inch above my pussy. My thin patch was about two inches long, one inch wide, a whole inch above my slit. The rest was all as smooth as my stunning butt. I bathed out all of the remaining cream and pubes, leaving my body refreshed and sexually excited.
When I got to school, everyone was gawking at me, including my teacher. I liked the attention. We got on the bus and headed to the field trip.
When we finally arrived, everyone got off the bus. Mr. Davidson counted heads and we started walking. Leaving the supervision to the chaperones, Mr. Davidson went to the bus to gather some water and snacks. I stuck behind with him as the group went on.
"Mr. Davidson, sir, do you like my outfit?" I asked in an innocent voice. He hesitated. "It's okay to like me you know. I am 18," I encouraged him, moving closer.
"Yes, it's fine," he replied.
"It's not more than fine?" I asked, turning around for him, lightly feeling my body as I did so.
