This wasn't how your day was supposed to end. Looking forward to a long soak in the bath seems a world away. Just you, a waiting room and a man sat silently in the corner of it.

You find yourself flashing a smile at him. without really knowing why. Instead of returning the smile, you have to stifle a giggle as he blushes and looks as if he wants to run for his life

"It's the shy ones I dream about," you find yourself thinking, whilst wrestling with the urge to say it out loud.

"I guess we should find something to talk about to pass the time?" he says, with a nervous tone, a tone that sends a mischievous tingle around your body,

"How about erotic fantasies?" you hear yourself saying, leaving you almost as surprised as he is to hear the words tumble from your lips.

His face bore the hallmarks of being both terrified and delighted at the same time. It was a strange combination, one which your impatient body wanted answers to at once.

"I'm a novice. Not ashamed. Not embarrassed by it, but it's a fact. My fantasies are all about bringing pleasure and expecting nothing in return, A giggle of delight would be nice, but I don't expect it."

Like pieces in an erotic puzzle, his words were like the long lost missing piece...

"Your teacher is ready' you say firmly, realising this was what you needed... and now.

The combination of a willing student, time to kill and an opportunity to satisfy your sexual hunger is powerful. It's a scene you've played out many times in your head when desperate for sex and now you have all the elements of your fantasy to show a shy boy the ropes right in front of you.

"I said I was READY," you bark at him in a sharp tone.

At other times, being left with a novice when feeling this horny would have felt like a disaster, but not tonight. If giving a few pointers was the price to be paid for the chance to salvage something from the day, then so be it.

"And don't bother fumbling with the buttons on my blouse, a gentleman's not what's needed right now," you tell him, in a way that made sure he knew you meant it.

Feeling him tear your blouse from your body was a joy. He was going to do whatever you told him, however you told him to do it. No need to worry about one thing, his response to your orders and ripping your clothes was making you wet with anticipation already.

"Massage my shoulders and suck my nipples!"

Your command echoes around the waiting room as his fingertips caress your shoulders and his lips purse onto your nipples. He realises strong, lingering, pulling kisses on your nipples are what's required without needing instruction. The giggle of mischievous pleasure from your lips does that.

Every suck on your nipples is a pleasure, His touch is fine on your shoulders, but he has other work to do.

"Get this skirt off," you tell him.

He removes your skirt, allowing you to slide your fingers inside your knickers and feel your horny wetness, You raise your fingers to his lips and touch them.

"Get taste for it, you'll be busy with plenty soon," you tell him forcefully.

Sat on the bench in the waiting room as he kneels on the stone floor, you feel his rising massage on your legs, as you play with a nipple with one hand and slip the other inside your knickers playfully, Everything so far is already making you wet with anticipation and any thoughts of taking the taxi on its way have long since been dismissed and forgotten.

The rising touch and kisses blend sweetly with your own work, bringing noises of contentment from your lips. You get him to taste your wet fingers once more, after lifting them from your aroused wetness, his own touch pushing your knickers inside you before sliding them over your thighs and onto the stone waiting room floor.

The focus was strong, but no matter how strong, the sound of a taxi arriving did cut through.

"Back in a minute; just amuse yourself," he says.

True to his word, he returns quickly, explaining he had told the taxi driver he had seen two people getting into another taxi and that we were just locals having a chat.

"I've not heard it called that for a while" you say with a giggle, before getting back into character.

"Get back to work, you've a lot to get done," you shout.

Lying flat on the old style wooden bench you direct him to replace your wet fingers with his kisses and tongue. You let him know when his efforts are just how and where you need it and offering you his fingertips to taste your own wetness, as you'd done for yourself in his brief absence, was gorgeous.

The slow but firm circling of his tongue inside you, was followed by a lingering kiss on your exited clit. The first time he did this, it was brief and gentle, but each time his massage and kisses returned after pauses to draw breath, the did so with a deepening intensity.

"Bloody hell, this is nice," you say in between giggles.

The realisation that unless told otherwise, he'd do what he was doing, was liberating. There was no pay off expected, no expectations and opportunity too good pass up.

Every time the kisses and sweet sucking fell inside you, the truth that this novice stranger was going to make you spin gleefully into orgasm sooner rather than later was as weird as it was wonderful. Your body perspiring with anticipation added to the momentum behind his kisses and tongue work and his touch slide across your damp thighs over and over again.

The battle between the need for release and savouring everything was hard fought, The sound of his work slopping rivers of wetness over your hot clit wasn't telling you anything you didn't know already,,

Reaching down to the iron leg of the wooden bench, your right hand gripped it tightly, your left at the back of his head, urging him on.

As you stare upwards at the waiting room ceiling, the sweet waves of erotic charge building throughout your body are joined by a fierce burning fire of excitement. The twitch and trembling gather with every touch that falls inside you and almost in disbelief, a warning tumbles from your mouth.

"Don't you dare stop, I'm going to..."

The shrill scream of excitement that leaves the sentence unfinished echoes around, as the blissful spasms of orgasm take hold, Your gorged and throbbing twitches wildly, bathed in rivers of release, feasted on diligently by the student getting his grades and more with stars,

His ceaseless attention allows you to savour every fresh wave that shoots around your body. Your mind is awash with flashes of vibrant colour and your pleasure brings deep, joyful sounds from your mouth.

"Flip and I might go again."

Fortunately, he understood the brief and removed his clothes quickly. Top to toe, he was soon back to work with his touch and kisses, as you wait for your next move.

Just as before, his touch and kisses have you gathered with new erotic excitement. He is as careful to please as before, as you savour renewed energy building and plan your strategy.

"When I'm on the brink, I'll take a drink,"

The shared twitches of laughter captured the mood, as again, his lips pursed your body into anticipation once more.

Wave after wave of kisses and swirls falling inside you, thinking straight is at a premium, Despite this, you are clear about what you want and are sure he won't mind at all.

Slowly, the intensity is growing, as is your need for pleasure. His kisses, longer slower and deeper, even than before. This is a place to freeze in time and your renewed battle between excitement and release is every bit as intense as before.

Both your hands free, you are able to steady yourself as before, the need to do so leaving no option. Almost unable to do so with excited arousal, you take him between your fingertips and draw his cock towards your lips, both bodies firing with excitement.

Knowing your own body, you keep focused on the deepening pleasure within, If he gets to prolong your pleasure by letting you choose your moment, you've learnt enough to know that's his goal and your able to simply concentrate on the beautiful joy of every second.

As the most beautiful, powerful kisses send you hurtling towards climax, it is as if your thoughts are overtaken by a devil of mischief.

"Just making something very nice nicer," you say, sliding his cock between your lips and pushing it onto your tongue.

With one hand gripping the bench, the other keeps him in place as you feel a breathtaking suck on your clit to a moan of sheer bliss, Your mind is spinning wildly, as erotic energy pulsates around your body, a cry of delight followed by wild drawing on his cock.

As you shake with the shocks of magnificent climax, you suck wildly on him, his sounds are as much of a turn on as you know yours are to him, proven as you bellow together as he explodes into your mouth and dives straight back to finishing his task.

Feeling him flowing inside your mouth as your climax rages on is just perfect. You want to be as diligent with your work as he has been with you. not least because it helps to keep the wild fires burning.

Feasting on him as you enjoy a beautifully intense climax again is more than you had ever dared to hope for. It is as if this chance encounter was meant to be and his willingness to keep going makes you determined to drain every last drop from him too.

Another surge inside your mouth brings pure mischief, as you ease from him and reach for his briefs and your knickers. You let his juices fall onto your knickers and his briefs are covered in your own wetness with another giggle of mischief.

When a newly ordered taxi arrives, no words are exchanged. Nor on parting once arrived. The feeling of the juices of a chance encounter rubbing against their bodies said it all for them.