I am a retired teacher and taught at the same school for twenty-five years. Jenna, a new teacher that I had actually taught a few years earlier, began teaching at the school. She was twenty-three and petite. Her room was next door, and there was a private hallway that connected our rooms.

We were always friendly with each other, and we would occasionally appear in each other’s classrooms. The students thought I was the “cool” teacher. Both of our rooms had lab tables and the teacher’s desks were on a twelve-inch platform, giving us a better view of the student’s activities. The desks were well above waist level.

We flirted back and forth for a couple of months, and one day she showed up in my room. I was lecturing to a class of twenty students, and she walked up behind me and leaned against my desk, listening to my lecture.

I finished and gave the students a written assignment. I then returned to stand behind my desk with Jenna. As the students worked, we started a whispered, casual conversation. She began to flirt in her own innocent way. She was attractive, but not a beauty in classical terms. 

Jenna was wearing a professional skirt that hit her legs just above the knees. Her skirt was hiked up a little, because of her leaning forward on my desk. I had never been that attracted to her, but the sight of her legs and ass, accented by that short skirt, began to turn me on. 

I knew she was inexperienced and a little bit of a prude. She was raised by strict parents, and was a member of a very strict religious denomination. I could not resist seeing her response to a little physical contact. This response is almost as enjoyable as the sex. Well, maybe not.

I took a seat while she remained standing. I covertly reach over and touched the inside of her thigh and she jerked as though hit by a surge of electricity. Almost immediately a student asked her a question. She managed to answer the student with a stuttered response and immediately gave me the 'What the fuck' look. I gave her a sly grin and shrugged my shoulders. She giggled like a 'school girl' that I took as 'please continue!' I definitely got a rise from her giggle, and my cock began to stiffen.

With my hand between her thighs, I began to move my hand upward toward her pussy. I was apprehensive because I didn’t know if she would slap me or accuse me of sexual harassment, but I had to continue.

I finally reached her pussy and it was hot to the touch and surprisingly moist. This let me know that she was into it. I began to rub up and down her slit and she slowly spread her feet allowing me better access. This allowed me to slip a finger inside her panties. By this time, my cock was at full staff.

I managed to get an index finger close to her waiting cunt. I began to slip it in slowly. She was extremely tight, but she did not resist my exploration. I managed to get my finger in and began to slowly finger fuck her. During my ministrations to her wet little cunt, I noticed her looking down at the bulge that had magically appeared in my slacks. I knew she wanted to reach out and touch it, but the situation and her inexperience prevented her from making that erotic leap.

I continued my attention to her hot little cunt for a couple of minutes. Remember, we were directly in front of my students with our antics hidden by only a desk. This made our little tryst dangerous, which made it even more exciting for me. I was not sure what she was thinking, but I did know she was enjoying it. 

Her legs began to tremble and I knew she was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. I was concerned that she might not be able to contain a moan. I noticed her breathing had changed slightly and her face was absent of blood. She let out a low whimpered, which she immediately hid by clearing her throat. 

I continued and her knees began to shake. I knew she was in the full throes of an orgasm. My hand was soaked. One of her knees struck the desk, causing the entire class to look up. Oh shit, I thought. We kept our composure and the students returned to their assignment.

Her whole body stiffened and I knew she had hit her peak, so I removed my hand. She turned and flashed me a sly grin. She returned to her room with a pleasant smile and in a better mood than usual. I nonchalantly smelled my hand and when my students weren’t paying attention, I had to taste my fingers. The scent of her essence assured me that this would not be our last encounter. 

To be continued.