| Straight: Student and Teacher: An English trip to remember (1/4) |
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The door to Rachel’s hotel room swung open. “Shit, shit, shit!” It was too late, someone had already seen her. “Rachel! What’s that in your hand?” She breathed a sigh of relief to hear it was only Mark and turned to see her English lecturer standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. Her attempts to conceal the vodka were only half attempted, Mark was pretty laid back for a lecturer, he wouldn’t say anything. Biting her lip playfully, Rachel replied, “Oh come on Mark, this trip is soo boring! I needed something to liven things up,” hiccupping and playfully winking at the same time, it was obvious she was drunk. “How much have you drunk?” Mark motioned towards her, shutting the door, the click of it automatically locking rang through the silence. “Rachel, how much have you had to drink?” The tone of Mark’s voice had a slight ring of annoyance to it, Rachel loved winding him up. “Do you want some?” she laughed as she headed towards the cabinet. Mark’s eyes were immediately drawn to Rachel’s tight, tanned young body as she slowly walked to the other side of the room. He noticed she only had a thin strappy top, which clung to every curve, and just her little pink panties on. How many times had he fantasised about seeing her like this? Mark had been a college lecturer for over 10 years and had never so much as batted an eyelid at a student, in his mid 30s and relatively good looking, there were always low cut tops and high skirts flashed in his direction, but to no avail. But ever since Rachel had started college over a year ago, he had fancied her. It wasn’t just the playful way she seemed to suck her pen, she also actually paid attention to his lessons, she would stay behind to help him carry books back to his office, and she always handed everything in on time. There were so many occasions when it was just the two of them, alone in his office when he had to cover his bulge as images of fucking Rachel up against his desk filled his mind. Pressing up against her, helping her replace the books on the top shelf, smelling her scent and just wanting to take her there and then, it was hard but he knew he had to resist. At 18 years his junior Rachel was definitely too young for him, not to mention the fact that he would lose his job! Suddenly snapping back to the present, the fumes of vodka clogged his nostrils as Rachel wafted a glass under his nose. “Go on Mark, one won’t hurt, will it ay?” Rachel playfully tapped his shoulder as she encouraged him to take a sip. ‘Oh to hell with it’, Mark thought, ‘everyone’s asleep, and besides, it’s only one drink, and technically Rachel is an adult now…’ As Mark reassured and made up excuses in his head, Rachel took off into the bathroom. As she reapplied her makeup in the mirror her mind started to wander. Rachel was a pretty girl, with a perfect figure; the hours she put in at the gym were sure worth it. As she admired herself, tantalizing thoughts crept into her head as she thought about Mark in the other room. For as long as she could remember, she’d always wanted to sleep with a lecturer, there was something about them that she couldn’t quite put her |
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Very Satisfying
