Ashley was so stunningly beautiful and innocent. Day in and day out, I fantasized about her. I was her teacher, and yet, my desire grew for her every time I saw the girl, wanting to teach her naughty things. Her school outfit fit her petite body perfectly, her white blouse clinging slightly over her breasts, sometimes her nipples visible through that thin sheer material. That plaid skirt was long enough to cover her young tender thighs, barely over her knee so that she wouldnât be reprimanded for having it too short, yet short enough for me to at times get a peek of her panties.
Now, I was walking down the hall from my office to the classroom, daydreaming about fucking Ashley. As I turned the corner, I saw her. She had set down her books and was bent over to straighten one of her knee socks and adjust her shoe strap. Her firm round ass was up in the air, her skirt barely covering her cheeks. I could see the white material of her panties exposed beneath, and I hoped the skirt would flip over. But, as she finished smoothing over her stockings beneath her skirt, she noticed me coming down the hall. Ashley got up and smiled, that full lips coming apart to show her clean white teeth, her tongue slightly in between her front teeth, begging to be sucked. As she walked to me, her long chestnut hair flowed about her, making her seem as if she was a model walking down a catwalk. It took everything I had to control myself when that clear green eyes met mine, only inches away from my face.
âHi Mr. Wolf. I was waiting for you!â she beamed.
âWell, hello Ms. Hart. Was it is that I can do for you?â I asked, very casually. In my mind, I was pushing her down right there, tearing through her skirt and into her panties. Yet, she had no idea!
âWellâŚumm⌠Iâm leaving⌠my parents are getting me out of school early to celebrate my 18th birthday. I know I shouldnât, but my parents insisted, and the principle was notified. But I hate missing class, so, I was hoping I could stop by tomorrow in your office to make up for today?â She was such a perfect teacherâs petâŚand I wanted her to be more than the regular pet for me. I needed this chance to get her alone.
Hesitating only for a moment, I nodded, my mind working overtime. âOf course, Ashley. Come by after your classes tomorrow and weâll discuss whatever we need to. Make sure that you set aside enough time to go over the chapter, ok? Have a blast with your parents.â See? I am such a nice guy!
âThanks, Mr. Wolf. Iâll see you tomorrow!â and she smiled, turning and walking away. Her soft musky floral scent lingered behind, and I whiffed it through my nostrils, savoring it until I can have it for myself tomorrow. My cock seemed to agree with my mind, as it hardened, making my walk a bit difficult. The class period dragged by as I was missing Ashleyâs presence in the room. Quickly, I finished up my lecture and in the safety of my office, I began to fantasize about what was to occur tomorrow now that she was of ageâŚ
The night and day slowly creped by, finally getting to the time where I will be getting an innocent visit from Ms. Ashley Hart. My cock twitched in anticipation, but I knew I had to wait patiently. I was really fortunate, considering this was after hours on Friday. I could be sure that no one was to be around â all the faculty and student body gone to enjoy the weekend. I was also to enjoy this very moment! I sat back and pictured what would happen, and at that instant, there was a soft knock.
âMr. Wolf? This is Ashley⌠I wanted to go over yesterdayâs class?â she was such a sweet young thing, so proper. It made me smile.
âYes, of course. Come in.â and she walked in, looking sexy as ever in that uniform. She was a living fantasy come true. I couldnât wait until she closed the door, and as she did, I motioned for her to come sit across from me. The big oak desk separated us, but I had cleared everything off, anticipation of what will be taking place. Just briefly, we shared small talk about her events yesterday and it became evident that her parents and family had spoiled her generously. Then, I turned the subject to her boyfriend. There must be a boyfriend! And, I was right.