When your eyes met mine the first day of the semester I know you were trouble. Me, usually being the shy girl, couldn’t stop myself from daydreaming about you. Being my teacher you probably would never break any rules. You were always friendly but kept your distance. Until one day when I initiated some kind of teasing game and went a little to far.
I would show up in flowy summer dresses which underlined my hips and I would always sit at the front row eager to let my eyes wander shamelessly over you. I caught you one time eyeing me with your lips parted. When the first month passed I saw how my tries of teasing finally begin to wear you down. One time you let your hand rest against my shoulder when you bend over helping me with a particularly hard question. The touch itself made my blood rush and my heart beat faster.
One day, the day I went to far, I walked in to your classroom in one of my new dresses, a blue denim one with thin shoulder straps and a short skirt. Your eyes hungrily took me in and I smiled when I sat down. When I flipped my textbook open and slowly bit down into my pencil I looked right into your eyes. I raised my eyebrow, challenging you, as I slowly parted my knees. Your eyes stared into mine, desperately trying to avoid moving down.
Sadly you lost and your eyes widen when you saw my black lace thong. Your eyes flicked between my parted knees and my teasing smile. Your lips parted, like you were trying to get some air down, your right hand moved up and you tried to loosen your tie. The hour went by in a haze.
The bell rang and you reminded the class about the quiz later next week – still sitting at your desk – your tie now completely loose. I raised myself from my seat, giving you a wink. “See you next week” I put my textbook down into my backpack and swayed my hips as I walked towards the door. “Remember to stretch” your sudden warm voice throws me off my A-game and I turn to look at you. You give me a smirk ”after the gym…”, you say like you need to explain yourself.
I blush, you apparently know my schedule. “Yeah… sure” I try to regain my composure and hurry out the door.
*
My t-shirt, training bra, tights and thong is drenched in sweat. I long for a hot shower, but I take my time, stretching my sore muscles out. I close my eyes, imagine your teasing smile. You are always lingering in the back of my mind – making my body ache. I lick my lower lip as I stand up.
When I get into the locker room it’s quiet – I guess the other girls rushed their showers given it’s friday afternoon and this was the last lesson for today. The silence is welcoming, and I get out of my clothes and grab my towel and shower gel from my locker heading towards the showers.
I turn on the water and step in. At first it’s a little to cold, making my nipples hard and I clench my teeth holding my breath. Finally the water turns warmer and I blink. Was that a sound? I turn the water off, listening. I shake my head, probably only my tired brain, and turn the water on again. Then I hear it again, a weak sound like footsteps. In this state I’m vulnerable and my heart pounds wildly.
Then I see you, your soft reflection in the wet tiles. I smirk. You couldn’t stay away. At first I don’t give you any hint that I know you are watching me. The water run down my wet hair, down my back and over my butt. Your eyes are devouring my body slowly as you bite down on your lower lip and I can almost hear your deep groan through the running water. You move closer, like I’m your prey.
“Such a tease” you growl as you reach me, gripping my hips from behind pressing your naked body against me. Your cock is throbbing against my soft skin and I purr. “You know that we can’t do this” I press myself against you, contradicting my own words. “Fuck what we can’t do love” your voice is husky and deep as you let your hands slide over my hips and over my stomach. Your fingers tease over my ribcage and cup my breasts. I inhale sharply when your fingers touch my nipples.
I grind my butt against you, making you moan into my ear. The sound alone sends a chill down my spine and your hands press me harder against you. “What if somebody walk in…?” I try to clear my head, my tone is unsure. Your lips wander over my right shoulder and your teeth nip over my neck. “I locked the door, I want you all to myself” you sound reassuring and I let myself enjoy your hard body against mine. You push me forward, a sudden move that makes me flinch and catch myself with my palms against the wet white tiles, holding myself upright.
“We can’t…” my voice is weak and you move one of your hands up to grip over my throat. The grip is not meant to hurt me, only to keep me in place. “Don’t deny me this, you are aching just as much as I do…” your other hand move from my breast and down to grace over my slit. I can hear you gasp when your fingers slips through my smooth folds. “Such a good girl…” I moan when you praise me.
“What if I say no…?” I purr and your fingers rub my clit with soft strokes before your both hands let me go and I turn around to face you. You place your hands against the wet tiles, one on each side of my torso. You lean in, your lips almost touching mine, the warm water are still pouring down my body. “You are so damn beautiful” your eyes wander over my lips, down my body.
I shake, you are so close and I don’t want you to stop. I lick my lower lip, nervous. You groan when you see my tongue. My lips part hungrily and you lean in for our first kiss. It’s like someone lit a match, my moan against your mouth is high pitched and needy. You still keep your hands from my body and I press my palms against your chest. Warm, hot, wet… my hands move down your ribcage, down your stomach, trailing the thin line of hair leading down to your hard cock. You groan when I take you in my hands, moving your lips away from mine.
You stare into my eyes, clenching your teeth when I start to stroke you. “You are so hard” my voice shakes and I can feel how I get even more wet of the thought of having your hard cock inside me. “Easy…” you growl when I slow down. The shower room is now thick with steam, sexy as fuck. You move back, kneeling down only to look up, gazing into my eyes. “Spread your legs” I can barely make out your voice through the running water but when I realise what you are going to do a deep moan escape my lips.
I spread my legs, pushing my back against the wet tiles. Your fingers move over my hips, extremely and excruciatingly slow. I can feel your hot breath against my wetness. You lean in, kissing my inner thighs, nipping and licking the soft sensitive skin. I let my fingers stroke through your now wet hair, wanting to push you against me, taking what I want. Then you give in, your warm tongue taste me, moving down and you lift my leg over your shoulder to get closer. You hold me in place, making sure I don’t slip. I close my eyes and moan as your tongue probe my pussy.
You are divine. Your grip tighten around my thighs as your tongue do the most magical things. My fingers pull at your hair, desperately wanting more. You growl loudly, giving me another lick and move back to look up at me. When you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand I melt, you are so incredibly sexy on your knees. You raise yourself, your lips crashing against mine violently, your hands grab me under my butt lifting me and pressing me against the wall. I let my arms slide around your neck, my thighs press around your hips as I feel your hard warm cock throb against my pussy. I lock my legs around you, pushing you closer.
“Fuck…” I pant against your lips, trying to get some air down. You move, letting me glide along the wet wall, and I feel your hard cock push against my wet pussy. I whimper when I stretch, opening for you. You groan, a deep lustful and longing sound that makes me cry out. You move, and I feel every inch of you sliding into me, you kiss me deep, your tongue teasing mine and I dig my nails into your shoulders.
“So fucking tight…” your voice is only a low growl, my body reacts and my wet pussy contract around your hard cock. Having you this deep has been a fantasy of mine for so long, having you this close. Your movements escalate quickly and you rock your hips into mine. Every time you bury yourself into me I whimper. Your hands grab me harder and your eyes flicker. The hot water runs over my head, shoulders, between my breasts, making the sensation of you grow even sexier.
“I think I’m gonna cum…” my voice is shaky and my fingers dig deeper into your shoulders, “fuck… don’t stop please”. My blood boils, the humming sound of the water becomes even more clear and I close my eyes when the orgasm pours over me. I can hear your moan when I clench around you. I scream your name and it echoes in the shower room. My eyes flicker and flashes of your beautiful eyes look into mine, all while the fire is raging through my body. I pant against your mouth. Oh. My. Fucking. God. You feel so good.
“I want to cum inside you” your voice break through the wonderful haze of my mind. I lock eyes with you, yours dark with desire. “I want you to…” my body still shakes and my voice barely holds and you press your lips against mine taking yet another hungrily kiss. Your movements shifts and goes faster and deeper. My eyes roll back in pleasure and I hold on to you. Your body trembles and you growl, your cock throb and I force my eyes open to look at you when the second orgasm hit me like a brick wall.
Again I scream your name, the world grows crystal clear for a few seconds, then you cum. Hard. Your hips hits into me with incredible force and I cry out in pleasure. Your mouth covers mine, drowning out my whimpers, as you fill me. The aftershakes from my second orgasm rush through my body like heartbeats. You break the kiss, panting violently against my mouth as you come down from your own climax.
You still shake when you pull out, letting me down slowly on my unsteady legs, keeping your arms around me. I can feel your cum running down my inner thighs, my hands still on your shoulders. You lock eyes with me and I blush, realising what I’ve just done… what we just done. And in the locker room of all places. Before my thoughts trail of to all the trouble we could get in you lean down, pressing your lips against mine. The kiss is softer, not as harsh and lustful as the others.
“Next time I want you in my bed… if you don’t mind?” your voice is warm and all I can do is nod before I kiss you again.
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