| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: Teacher Surprise (2/6) |
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coming through the mp3 player was the same voice I'd heard each day for years at work. It was Sherry, the teacher across the hall from me. Monday was the longest day. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Every chance I could, I would work my way over to my open door to listen to her voice. She was describing the creation of fjords and peninsulas and all I could do was imagine her naked and lying on her stomach across her teacher desk. That's what the story was about. In her story, a former student had contacted her by commenting on the stories she had submitted online. An online friendship had quickly turned sexual. He knew exactly the right words to get her juices flowing. He ended up persuading her to stay after hours in her classroom. Although he had never identified himself to her, she felt that she could trust him. Tonight, they were to meet for the first time. She had followed his instructions to remove all of her clothing, turn off her light, put on a blindfold, and then stay in the teacher wardrobe/closet in the corner of her room. She had gone to the basketball game, and then went back to her room to grade papers. At ten o'clock, she unlocked the padlock on the closet, and cleared out enough space for her to stand. Then she opened her classroom door, peeked around to see if anyone was around, and then quickly shut it. She stripped her clothes off and tossed them into her desk drawer. Turning out the lights, she sprinted over to the closet and stepped inside. She tied the blindfold around her eyes. The area was so cramped that she wouldn't be able to reach up to her head after the door was closed. Feeling aroused and exposed, she reached out and pulled the cabinet door shut. In the darkness, she waited. She had waited for what seemed like forever. When she heard the classroom door open, she could feel her body betray her by the sudden intake of breath, and the sudden rush of heat between her legs. She could see a small glimmer of light through the crack of the door. After a few seconds, she realized it was just Ben, the evening custodian emptying her trash. She stood frozen in place, goose bumps rising on her forearms and across her chest. Her nipples were growing firm, a mixture of thrill and the chill of excited nervousness. Finally, the door had opened, but the light stayed off. She heard footsteps walking toward the closet where she hid. She smothered a laugh as she heard him slam into a student desk. Soon, he was at the door. "Sherry?" she heard him whisper roughly. "Are you in there?" She tried to answer, but all that came out was a little whimper. "Good," he whispered. "That's a good girl." She was so turned on at this point. The anticipation was driving her wild. She could smell her own arousal and feel the wetness in her pussy. Her nipples were now proudly erect and brushing against the smooth laminate of the cabinet door. When he asked if she was naked, she nearly came right there. She was so vulnerable right then, and so turned on. The door opened. Silence. He was staring |
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