| Straight: Student and Teacher: A Christmas Wish Fulfilled (1/3) |
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‘Merry Christmas, everyone! Good job on the outfits too. Especially you, Lacey.’ Lacey smiled at her lecturer as she packed her notebooks away, pleased with his compliment. She had put effort into this end-of-semester fancy dress costume. The theme was to come as your parent’s job and she had chosen her mother’s early 60s secretarial wear. Her curves were dressed in a fitted navy pencil skirt and silk pussy bow blouse. Her long straight chestnut hair was wound up into a topknot and she had found some heavy black frame glasses to balance on her little nose. She had finished her sexy secretary look off with a dash of red lipstick on her full lips. She looked up. ‘Thanks, Luke. What are you doing for Christmas?’ ‘Oh, same old, same old,’ he replied as he ushered the last students out of the lecture hall. ‘Would be much more entertaining if I had a gorgeous girl with me.’ Lacey blinked; long black lashes sweeping across her cheek. ‘Really? I thought you had a girlfriend?’ ‘Nah Lacey, free and single, that’s me. Shame though, this time of year and all that.’ ‘Yeah, I’m single too. Makes the party season more interesting though,’ said Lacey, coyly. Luke bent his dark head down to look at her intently where she was still sitting in the abandoned lecture theatre. The lights were flickering slightly, he kept catching glimpses of her sexy silhouette. He felt a tightening in his loins. ‘You did a good job this semester Lacey,’ said Luke. ‘You deserve a good Christmas.’ Lacey stood, made to move down the seating platform and dropped all her carefully packed notes and stationery onto the floor. Luke hurried forwards to help her pick them up. As he approached, he saw her rounded butt outlined in navy, bending over her spilt bag contents. He had a sudden vision of Lacey, straddling him, her hair loose and streaming down her back, her silk blouse ripped open and her breasts bouncing as she rode him hard. He gulped. Lacey turned at the noise and saw her lecturer standing there. ‘Don’t worry, I’ve got it all now.’ She smiled at him. ‘It's just so heavy!’ ‘Well, tell you what – as an indication of good cheer, how about I give you a lift home?’ ‘Really?’ Lacey artfully widened her eyes. ‘Would that be ok? I don’t want to be any trouble!’ ‘No, no, it's fine. You live nearby right?’ ‘Yeah, it's just right round the corner. I just need a hand with these books.’ Holding her bag and itching to smack her pert ass as it sashayed in front of him, Luke showed Lacey to his car. She climbed into the front passenger seat, allowing her skirt to ride up her legs, showing her second attempt at costume realism – silk stockings and suspenders clasped around her thighs. Luke got into the driver's seat and instantly saw Lacey’s underwear peeking out from beneath her hitched up skirt. He looked away and then, changing his mind, turned back to look, blatant in his desire. Lacey returned his look. She had been waiting for this moment, to seduce her hot lecturer for the entire semester. She couldn’t get enough of slightly older guys, and at 28 Luke fit the bill perfectly. He also had a smattering of dark soft stubble, which just made her go weak at the knees. Now he was hers. As Luke pulled away from the curb and |
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