Mrs Swanson was pacing the classroom examining everyone’s papers, leaning over occasionally and whispering to my fellow students. It was an incredibly hot day, humid and sticky, and much to my amusement, this was showing on my tutor too. Small patches of sweat had begun to form under her breasts, and I could only imagine that her panties must be soaked through too. I had taken a seat in the corner of the classroom, and Mrs Swanson made her way over to me, carrying her little red notebook, which perfectly matched the dark red of her blouse. “Good morning Nate.” She smiled at me, and I returned the grin. “Morning, Mrs Swanson. Warm today, isn’t it?”
“Far too warm to be cooped up in a classroom,” she agreed, whilst kneeling down to inspect my meager essay. As her eyes scanned the paper, I could feel my balls start to sag between my legs, causing my cock to fall with them. The soft material of my trousers teased the head as it fell, sending a little shiver down my spine. She looked up. “This is, um, workable, but Nate, if you want to pass, you’re going to need to tighten it up somewhat. It feels too unfocused, too loose.” *I bet you’re loose, aren’t you, you filthy slag…*
“Right. Well, I spent quite a while on it, I’m not sure what I could have worded differently…”
“Why don’t you come back after college has finished, say, 6:30? I have a meeting at 7, we could spend a little time on it then?”
“That would be great, Mrs S. Thank you!” She smiled and stood up, hips swaying from side to side as she walked back to her desk. She really did have an amazing body, and she knew it. Everyone was dying to see what lay just hidden from view, underneath the silk blouse, up the skirt, and between her legs. My cock engorged at the thought.
Ever since I can remember I have always played with my cock in awkward situations, particularly in detention. Being told off for some minor infraction gave me a steel hard on, and over the years I realized that if I touch him through the pocket in my trousers, no one notices. Stealth wanking. Once I even had a mind blowing orgasm when Mrs Smith was lecturing me for smoking behind the bike sheds… Which would have been fantastic, but Mrs Smith was nearly 70, and overweight. Nevertheless, I stroked my cock long and hard under the table, with her none the wiser that I was firing cum with incredible force. I would have coated her legs if it weren’t for my trousers acting as a cum catcher. I was sure she noticed something was up, even to this day she tilts her glasses at me when she smiles. Just behind those eyes, there’s a horny 20 year old begging to have her pussy torn up, plain as day for me to see. I’ve often been tempted to just pull my schlong out and slap it on her lap. *You’ve wanted this for a long time haven’t you… Let me slide it deep inside your cunt… Deep inside your throat… Oh, yes…* Daydreaming carried me through the day quite quickly, and it was 6:25. It was preordained that I was gonna stroke my manhood under the table while Mrs Swanson and her dreamy red lips hypnotized me. I was outside her door. I was already hard.
I entered the room, sat down in the far corner and immediately stuck my hand into my pocket, squeezing and kneading the head of my cock. I could feel my pre cum slowly saturating my trousers, and suddenly, I knew what to do. Checking the time, I realized I had a minute or two left. I got my iphone out, pressed record on the camera and laid it down flat next to my bag. It was time to see just what was up my delicious teacher’s skirt.
She entered the room, and my breathing was already heavy. Breasts heaving under the silk, her wide hips and thick thighs pushing her pencil skirt taut, she was a real life pornstar, waiting to be taken. She put her bag down and slowly strolled over to me. “Are you ready Nate?”
“I am, yea, let me just get my work…” I lent down and grabbed the paper from my pack, and one last time, adjusted the camera. It had to be in the right spot. When she stood next to me, I got a surge of adrenaline. I knew I was upskirting her. She had no idea that I was filming her juicy cunt, no idea that I was doing what so many others had dreamed of, and definitely no idea that I was furiously pulling on my meat as she read my work. Before I realized what I was doing, I had unzipped. My fully erect manhood was free to push through, and he did, my god, I was a little more than a foot away from her, with my cock out, I was euphoric, I wanted her so bad, I… I’m… *Fuck, I’m cumming!*
I think I almost passed out. It was all a bit of a blur, but when I regained my focus, Mrs Swanson was staring at me in disbelief. The red lips, the red blouse, her black pencil skirt, the cum soaking her tights… The cum on her tights?! She pursed her lips together and put that little red notebook on the desk, put both hands down and with her face nearly pressing against mine – “Stand up. Now!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vs0uqh/jerking_under_the_table_voyeur_upskirt