The back of my neck felt damp with a little sweat. I rolled my sleeves up, and flexed my arms a little. The door opened, and I made sure my top buttons were undone so she could see just a hint of what's beneath.
Unfortunately when I looked up, it was to see a pair of wrinkly old legs which belonged to the principal. She'd come to check on something for another student. I answered all her questions and tried to hurry her out.
And when she left, a pair of sexy legs in even sexier black boots strutted in. I leaned back in my chair and let my eyes slowly drift up to her small chest. I've always wanted to see if they really were small or she was just hiding a nice perky pair.
My eyes drifted on to her luscious lips, and damn are they luscious. She doesn't need lipstick or anything on those lips, they were made perfectly for kissing or sucking. They were so full, and so soft. God, I wanted to taste them. I wanted to see them wrapped around my dick while moving up and down, filling her cheeks.
Those fucking sexy eyes. They've haunted me, when I've thought about that mouth around my dick, looking up at me through dark hazel orbs, glowing with desire and temptation. In my fantasies I'd yank her up and take her against the wall, slide into her virgin pussy, and I damn well knew she was a virgin. She was too innocent not to be. Even though she carried herself with a "tough girl" exterior, she couldn't hide the naivety in her eyes. To be the one to take her cherry filled me with a guilty sense of smug satisfaction. To make this gorgeous young...
"What did you want to see me about?"
Her low, smokey voice snapped me out of my dirty thoughts.
"Umm..." I almost forgot the reason I asked her to come in the first place. And that thought just sent a steamy image of her coming through my mind; she'd be naked on my bed, her legs spread, her hand between her creamy thighs, and her head tossed back.
"Uh, I found your story. I really, really liked it."
The shock on her face was so predominant, I thought she was going to cry.
Before I started any bit of seducing, I got up, walked around her, and locked the door. Upon my slower walk back, I saw her shield her eyes with her hands. She inhaled sharply. Shit, please don't cry.
"Anything that happens here in my office, anything you or I say, will stay in my office. It's just you and me. Don't be shy." I placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently started a little massage I hadn't planned. I just couldn't let another second go by without touching her, but then I couldn't take my hands off. I wanted to run them down her body and never stop. I caught a whiff of her perfume, something spicy like cinnamon, and leaned over her shoulder to smell some more of her. I felt her body just go slack, heard her sigh ever so softly, saw her tongue dart out and sway around those made for sucking lips, fuck, I wanted her to suck my cock like in her story, bobbing her head, swallowing it, and tasting my cum.
She whispered my name.
"What-what are you going to do? Am I in trouble?"
Mmmmm, how to answer that?
I leaned down to hear ear and growled, "Baby, you've caused me nothing but trouble."
She inhaled sharply, and I just let my fingers glide down her chest, right over her nipples. I talked right over her little whimpers, "You're such a naughty girl...fantasizing about your teacher's cock." I licked the shell of her ear, heard her sigh in pleasure. "You want to feel this, hm?" I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants, rubbed it around. My fiery little redhead let out a breathy moan as she looked at our hands together, and I groaned in pleasure. "You drive me fucking crazy," I rasped. "Every day I watch you. I see you staring at me. Are you thinking about my cock when you do?"
She gasped at my bluntness, her face blushing so adorably, it made me feel perverted knowing how innocent she was. But she wasn't a prude. She wrote a damn hot story about us making passionate love. I wanted to hear her scream like in her story.
Moving my hand from her nipples down to her thighs, slipping between them, I continued. "Or are you thinking about me touching you? Your beautiful body..." I nibbled her earlobe, and she smiled, finally starting to let herself sink into my seduction. "You think of me touching your pussy? Huh?" My fingers moved right over said area, cupping her, rubbing my palm in little circles. Just the slightest moan left her lips. But I to wanted to hear her louder. I wanted to make her shout out loud. I wanted the people next door to hear I had a hot young thing screaming my name in ecstasy.
Pressing my fingers against her cloth-covered clitoris, just gentle circles again I asked in a husky voice, "Well sweetheart? Do you want me? Do you want me to show you pleasure like you've dreamed of?"
"Yes! Yes."
Fuck, that sexy whisper of surrender made me want to do things to her that I definitely could not do here.
I forced myself to stop and took a deep breath to calm down, hearing her do the same as she composed herself. But I had to taste her before anything else. And when I put my lips to hers, finding she tasted better than I'd ever thought, she made that little whimper sound again. It shot right to my cock, demanding to be released. It would be so easy to take her right there, but the chance of getting caught still rattled in my mind.
I let her go. When I told her we should move this somewhere private, more comfortable, her eyes took on an excited glint, and I took her hand.
***
We barely got through the door before I had her up against the wall, kissing her better than any teenage boy ever probably had. I had my hands up her sides, pushing up her top and sweater, my lips traveling down her neck, and I suckled the pulsing vein, dragging a long moan from her.
"Peter."
My name from those lips threw me off the edge. I picked her up, legs wrapped around my waist, and headed for the bedroom. She pushed my jacket off and I let her fall to the bed while I threw it to the floor. I looked at her, took her in; breathing hard, her eyes hazed with desire and passion, hair a little messed up from my captivated fingers around her shoulders and down her back, chest heaving, legs slightly spread with those gorgeous boots.