"Turn to page one-oh-eight in your textbooks," beamed Miss Schmidt. I didn't even comprehend the words coming from her mouth, my mind lost in her gentle voice, her thin lips moving softly as she spoke.
It was the third day of my second semester in university, and Miss Schmidt was my new math teacher. Her beauty was breathtaking; her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair lit up the room, her perfectly tanned skin a deep gold hue, her voluptuous breasts belying her slender figure. Her delicate hands held a textbook against her stomach while she stood at the front of the classroom, her thin fingers untouched by a ring.
My penis had been filled with blood since I had first sat down, the first time I had ever willingly positioned myself at the front of a class. While other students took notes, listened carefully, or played games on their laptops, I studied Miss Schmidt.
She was wearing a simple black skirt that ended just below her knees, showing off her smooth shins and athletic calves, along with an unassuming pair of black high heels, which were unfortunately not open-toed, but highlighted her lovely ankles and small feet well. Her white blouse hugged her tight figure nicely, the sleeves rolled neatly up to her elbow, showing off just a little bit of cleavage through the buttoned-up front. A small heart-shaped diamond pendant attached to a thin silver necklace adorned her thin neck, matched by a pair of small diamond earrings that I caught a glimpse of from time to time. She looked to be in her early thirties or late twenties, her brown eyes mature and loving, yet lonely and unfulfilled.
She walked back to a large white-board behind her desk, effortlessly writing out elaborate algebraic formulas and explaining them to the class while I gawked at her flawless figure. My whole body tensed, my hungry cock throbbing in my pants as she bent over her desk to grab a stack of papers, the outline of her unbelievable ass pointed in my direction not twenty feet away. I could barely manage to control myself, only pure logic stopping me from leaping to the front of the class and ravaging her in front of my peers.
After handing out a large work package and explaining what she wanted done, she politely dismissed the class and sat at her desk, focusing her attention on her computer keyboard while everyone filed out the door to her left. I waited until I was the last student in the room, then I approached her, holding my binder in front of my crotch to hide the bulge in my jeans.
Uhm, Miss Schmidt, could you help me? I don't understand some of it," I asked, a tingling sensation on the back of my neck when she looked up and made eye contact.
"Were you having trouble with the last equation?" she replied sweetly. I, of course, had no idea what equation she was talking about nor did I care.
"Uh, yeah... the last one."
"No problem, I'll show you." She took out a piece of paper and started writing down a jumbled mess of letters and numbers, none of which I had the ability to focus on at the moment. I placed my binder on her desk and leaned over, pretending to look at the page while she was explaining herself, nodding when she looked at me, staring down her blouse when she wasn't. "Do you get it now?"
"I think so. Thanks a lot." I straightened up, momentarily forgetting about my study buddy, which was just inches away from her face. I saw her glance down and turn away, an unmistakable smirk twisting her lips as she returned to the keyboard.
"Anytime," she said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. I felt myself blush and hurriedly grabbed my binder, quickly making my way to the door. I couldn't leave like that, embarrassed and still craving the warm embrace of my beautiful teacher. The hallway was nearly empty, as it was one of the last evening classes of the day. I stopped in the doorway, then turned and shut the door, letting my penis do the thinking for me.
"Miss Schmidt," I announced to get her attention.
"Yes?" Before she could fully swivel her chair in my direction, I stood before her with my binder tossed on the floor. I lifted her chin up toward me as I closed my eyes and kissed her deeply, placing my left hand on her slender shoulder. Her lips were warm and inviting, her body tense after a startled inhale.
Our lips parted and I opened my eyes, staring directly into her beautiful brown eyes, sparkling with shock and...relief? She put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into her, passionately locking lips, our lustful breathing joined. She stood up, holding my head with both of her warm hands while I gently felt her hips, sneaking up under her shirt to feel the small of her back, our tongues dancing in one another's mouth. My hands slid along her back to her butt as I gently lifted her up and laid her down on her desk, clearing a space with my hands as I now stood between the legs of a goddess. She lifted my shirt up to my ribs, caressing my hips and back while I lovingly covered her neck and chest in kisses, her head stretched back, eyes closed as faint, eager moans left her parted lips.
I postured up to take off my shirt, tossing it aside and quickly returning to her neck as I unbuttoned her blouse, licking the inside of her ear, flicking her small diamond earring with my tongue. I opened her shirt like a present, unveiling her amazing, fit stomach, her incredible breasts hidden in a plain white bra. I tasted the sweetness of her skin, licking her toned stomach before sticking my tongue in her navel, playfully flicking around while I fondled her still sheathed tits.
