Miss CJ - The Classroom

by Debby Mitchell

Last period of the day and its Miss CJ's class! I look forward to your lessons because the time flies. I'm not sure if its because of the way you relates things to us, your soft feminine voice so full of expression. It could be the way you moves about the classroom, your lithe body always dressed to show off your curves.

Although i've never thought about it before, recently i've started to imagine you in a different way. I think about your lips, about holding you close, my head on your shoulder, breathing in your perfume, your scent. I've also noticed the attention you gives me in class, checking on my progress, or just gazing at me as I work. Your desk allows her a view direct to my 4th row seat, straight up the aisle, and you often glance from your work towards me.

Today, I decide to play a little game and see what happens. My thoughts stray, and a glow starts at my core. Today, I think, I look especially good. My shiny shoulder length hair sets off my tanned complexion, my lacy bra is just visible through my white blouse, breasts proud and high. My brown legs are long and lean, from my white sox up to where they disappear beneath my skirt. The lacy panties which match the bra are no longer where they were, but are scrunched up in my bag. My bare skin feeling the warm summer air.

You arrive to class, and look so sexy today. Subtle make-up hilighting your eyes, a clingy dress with a deep neckline shows cleavage, and when you face the blackboard I can make out the outline of your thong style briefs, snuggled between your cheeks. You sit and smile towards me, our eyes making contact. I catch you glance down towards my lap - if you only knew!

You sit at your desk and begin to talk to the class, and as you do I swivel my knees a bit towards you, pointing my legs your direction. My knees open a little, and as you speak, your eyes lower. Now a little wider, and I slide the hem of my skirt a few cm higher. Its having an effect because your words stutter as you attempt to keep your thoughts straight. We are set some reading which allows you to stop having to speak, and you pretend to start to mark some papers, instead with your focus on my legs, my lap.

Here I am, supposed to be reading, but instead teasing my teacher. I don't know why, but its making me so excited. My sensitive nipples are tingling, and the shocks are travelling directly to my pussy. Am I brave enough? Yes - I am. I spread my legs wider, and lift the skirt a little more. By now you must realise that beneath my uniform I am bare. My right hand descends to my lap, and I place a fingertip just above my slit. I start to move it in a small circular pattern. It pulls and pushes at my folds, and the moisture builds. This is such a turn-on, sitting in class, quietly masturbating, my teacher watching all.

I can see the effect this is having on you too. You keep recrossing your legs, and you are sitting forward in your seat, blatantly staring at my nakedness. Your tongue licks at your lips as your mouth must be dry, and I imaging your tongue licking elsewhere, licking me.

The bell sounds, and class ends. "Debby - could you stay behind after class please?" you ask. I agree, and a little thrill passes through me. Till now i've not known if your actions have been those of a caring teacher, or those of someone interested. Our ages are not that far apart, i'd guess you to be about 23 and as you know i'm 17. Not that far at all! Although i've never done anything with a girl sexually ( not that much with boys either ), its all I can think about now.

The rest of the class leaves, and you wish them a nice weekend as you usually do, but I can tell you are a bit flustered, a bit off balance. "What do you think you were doing?" you ask, almost a bit cranky. "Didn't you like it ?" I respond. "Well .... its not that" you say "but what if someone noticed?"

"Sorry - I didn't think of that" I tell you "Perhaps we should get some privacy?" Your hand rests on my shoulder, fingers massaging a tiny bit. All I want to do is reach out for you, but we could be seen by a passer-by. You move away to your desk and write down an address. "Can you make it tonight?" you ask. "About 8?" My smile gives you the answer you like, and we part, reluctantly. "Till then" I say, and blow a little kiss as I leave the classroom.

Its going to be a long 5 hours till 8pm, but its nice to have something to look forward to - isn't it?