[MF] [exhib] The window office

*I was chatting with someone who mentioned that she enjoys public sex and teachers. This was my take on the subject matter*

She had been flunking her math tests for the last 3 months. One after the other. Not a chance at passing.

And yet she was a smart girl. Clearly so. Whatever her problem was, Mr. Jones would get to the bottom of it. He told her to stop by his office on Friday at 3pm. They’d go over the test problems and figure out what the stumbling issue was.

“I’m sorry Sir” she said walking in through the door flustered, “my hair is all dirty, I have been running around all day. Would you like me to come back?”

For the first time, it clicked for him. Janet was not just a troubled student. She was also a girl. A beautiful girl even, at that. She had opened a whole new world for him. A world where he wasn’t just looking at a student failing her tests. A world where he was looking at a beautiful woman. A woman he suddenly saw as feminine, as a sexual being. And a sexual being he suddenly knew he wanted.

He felt himself get hard. He felt a pang of lust. And he tried to fight it. He could have sent her away. Taken time to compose himself. But, no. “No, please, come on in, you look perfect” he said, showing her the chair to his window office.

He’d have to close that window if he got his way, he though to himself. Or maybe not. The thrill of getting caught only adding fuel to his desire.

He stood up, walked behind her, his hand resting on the shoulder of the chair, a precious few inches from her own shoulder. “So, did you have a chance to try and solve the test I gave you?” he asked, his mind wavering away miles from the test.

She sighed. Glanced at her papers. Trying to collect her thoughts. And she started crying. Suddenly. With no warning. She was surprised at herself. Ashamed. But she just kept looking over the formulas that defeated her with tears in her eyes, running down her face.

What is a man to do? He awkwardly hugged her. Tried to console her. “It’s ok” he said. “Let it all out. We will figure it out.”
He let her cry for what felt like forever. She gained some composure. Wiped her face. “I must look like an idiot and a mess” she laughed at herself, in an attempt at self-deprecating humor.

“No, you look beautiful” he said, a bit too eagerly.
“Oh gee well thanks” she replied. Was he just being nice? Did he really think that? Did he want her? Oh my. “He wants me” she thought to herself. “Yes, that’s it. He wants to fuck me”.

As it had clicked for him, it suddenly clicked for her too. He wasn’t just the stern math teacher. He wasn’t just the man who held her graduation in his hands. He was a man. He was a man of flesh and bone. And he had cravings. And she was his. He craved her. And suddenly she craved him too.

Most men are terrible at reading signals from women. She wasn’t that experienced in matters of love and sex, and even she knew that. And here she was. Trying to seduce a man who, despite his carnal needs, had everything to lose from guessing wrong. She was going to have to be blatant.

“It’s really warm in here”, she announced, taking her jacket off, leaving her wearing nothing but a tank top, the fabric barely hiding her curves, doing precious little to hide the soft hills of her breasts.

He had no time to react. He sat and watched as it happened. And he looked. And looked. And then looked again. He could barely keep his eyes off her. As they worked through the derivatives and the cosines, she caught him time and again staring. Their eyes crossed. She smiled. He blushed, retreated.

“I’m sorry”, he tried to excuse himself, “I got distracted for a moment”
She was usually introverted, a little shy, timid. But all of that was gone. It’s as if she had found her missing piece of the puzzle in that office. “By these?” she asked him, letting her hands cup her own tits. She stared at him. Saw the blood rush from his face. She saw him stutter. She knew it was on. She walked to the window, turned around, and took her top off. “By these?” she asked again, revealing that she had walked in his office without a bra.

“Y…y…es… th…those” he stuttered. He was frozen. Barely able to speak. His mouth agape. His cock hard as a rock.

“Well them come get them”, she whispered, letting her hands flick her nipples, rub them, turning them into little hard buttons of pleasure, giving herself shivers, making herself moan.

“But… the window… people…” he tried to retort. Yes, yes, they could see. The window. She didn’t care.

“I don’t care. Actually, I do. It turns me on. Getting caught fucking the teacher. That’s dirty, uh? Come be dirty with me”, she told him, letting her own hand slide down her belly, to her carefully trimmed pubes, “Come.” she said once again, the urgency of lust building up in her voice

He was defeated. Conquered. Like an enemy city in a long siege. She had won. All care in the world, gone from him. As a drone goes to mate knowing full well it to be his last deed, so he answered the call of lust, and reached for her. His hand caressing her breasts, his mouth biting her neck, kissing her, savoring her mouth.

She moaned, loudly, contentedly. Could anyone hear? Maybe. Probably even. “Aaah oohh aah ohh” she let out, as she tried to hump his leg as he kissed her.

She was eager. Ready. She leaned against the window, the cold glass giving her shivers. Guided his head surely between her legs. He followed her lead. Reached her pussy. His tongue licked her labia, teased her clit. His eyes closed. Her moans his only guide. He let a finger slide inside of her. Two. He licked her and fucked her. She humped his head. Her hips thrust with desire. Aching for more. Aching the pleasure he was giving her. It was torture. And delight. She needed relief. He got her oh ever so close. And denied her.

“Taste yourself” he said, moving his own fingers to her mouth. “Taste how wet you are.”

“I taste like a girl that needs fucking” she told him, after sucking her wetness off his fingers.

She unbuttoned his pants, and let them slide off, along with his underwear. His cock was hard. Throbbing. Hot. She wanted it. No, she needed it. She craved it.

“I don’t have protection” he tried to stop her.
“Then let’s roll the dice”, she answered, as she turned around, wanting to face the window as he slid inside of her.

She leaned against the window, her face pressed against the glass, and welcomed him in her pussy with a moan. His hands on her hips, he started thrusting.

“Anyone could catch us.” she started telling him. “Anyone. They could hear me moan. They could hear you grunt. Or they could just see us. They could see my tits bounce as you fuck me. They could see the lust on my face”. Was she talking to him? To herself? To the universe? It didn’t matter. She found the risk hot. She was being fucked publicly. For the world to see. For anyone to catch a glimpse of her most intimate and vulnerable. For anyone to see her sexuality in its rawest most primal form. And she loved it.

He, he loved fucking her. Not a care in the world. His raw cock pounding her tight pussy. He could feel his balls tighten, his cock squirm, he could feel his pleasure inching ever so closer.

“Don’t pull out” she begged him. “Cum with me. Cum in me.” she said, panting and moaning.
“Tell me when” is all he could say.

It didn’t take her long. She was ever so close. And so was he. “Cum now” she told him, as she felt her own body stiffen. As she felt her belly contract, tighten, as she felt the weight of the world taken off her shoulders. “Cum now” she said as she tensed, her every nerve telling her sweet dirty words of pleasure. Cum now she did. And cum now he did. Deep. Inside of her. Releasing the pain in his loins. The longing. The buildup. It all had led to that very moment. As they laid in mutual bliss.

Had anyone seen them? Would there be consequences? It was too soon to tell, they thought, as they gathered her clothes scattered all around the room. Math would need to wait another day.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b0vul1/mf_exhib_the_window_office