I turned and made my way down the hall, feeling warm all over. This morning when I came for my lecture, I had decided to dress sexy, wearing a skirt cut at a level nearly three inches above my knees. It was only when I noticed my young students glancing down at me during the lecture that I realised just how much of my legs was exposed. Somewhat I found their attention rather flattering and did nothing to adjust my skirt. To be admired by younger men was pleasing in a way I had not previously known. It was intensely flattering.
Later during the day, I stopped at the canteen. Most of the students usually met there for a snack. Ahead of me was a young guy who seemed very cute. I was aware of him looking sideways at me and again I felt flattered by the attention. He was much younger than me but as I looked at him I began to appreciate that he was handsome and good-looking.
He was Roshan. I had overheard my colleagues talk about him in the staffroom. He is believed to be quite a ladies' man. It was exciting to be looked at in such a way and especially by a man who was not only younger but also obviously very experienced in the ways of the world.
I walked up to him and deliberately leaned against him as I reached for a pastry. My body rubbed against his arm, and he looked at me with surprise in his eyes.
After I collected my coffee, I proceeded to sit at an empty table close to where the other students had gathered. Every time I looked up, they were looking in my direction. Roshan was with them and it was him that interested me. I decided to see how much more of his attention I could get. I shifted my legs, crossing and uncrossing them always looking out of the corner of my eye for his reaction. Each time I uncrossed my legs two or three of the guys would steal a look at me, eyes focused at my lap. My nipples became erect instantly.
I parted my legs just a bit, pretending not to notice their reaction. One of the guys elbowed another then all of them turned their attention to my crotch. I purposely spread my legs further, and then quickly crossed my legs. They were all in a trance; they didn't even notice that I was now looking directly at them. So I uncrossed my legs again this time sliding forward a bit in my chair causing my dress to ride up my thighs. My heart was pounding with excitement, as the young men continued to stare at me hoping that I would expose more flesh. Innocently I dropped my hand to my thigh and gently caressed my inner thigh. The guys were totally focused on my actions.
Then I teased some more, running my hand up my thigh, and continued to watch their reactions. I took my finger and slid it in under my dress; the excitement was driving me wild. The guys were practically drooling.
I pretended to be startled at my action and pulled the hem of my dress down covering myself quickly. I stood to gather my belongings feeling a bit flush, I turned my back to where Roshan then bent forward picking up my packages, making sure I held the position long enough. Then I grabbed my purse leaving my half ate pastry and headed out of the canteen. Walking past the students I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Roshan had his eyes fixed on me as I strolled by.
Later in the safety of my room, I tried to compose myself. My breathing was ragged and I was shaking. What had come over me? I was a teacher and married woman and had no right to flirt with my students. Yet this was more than I could cope with. Working all day with good looking young males and all the time feeling their stares on me was something that I found hard to resist.
My husband was like me also a lecturer and we enjoyed a good relationship. Yet there seemed to be a physical awareness that was missing in my life, as though in some way my life was incomplete. I felt that the ongoing game I played with my students made my feel powerful, in control. In a way it convinced me that I was still young and desirable.
I decided to go to the bathroom to have a bath. Perhaps that would help calm my nerves.
Moments later as I walked into my room towards the bed, feeling refreshed. I was suddenly grabbed from behind as a hand covered my mouth. I would never forget the sensation as long as I live. I didn't know what to do. In a hoarse whisper I was instructed not to yell or scream.
I knew I had to respond. My heart was pounding and I was finding it hard to breathe.
Slowly he took his hand off of my mouth and brought it to rest lightly upon my shoulders before I felt him slide lazily down the length of my arms. He touched my fingers briefly before placing his hands upon my hips. My body stiffened from fear. I knew instinctively who it was.
His hands continued to slide slowly from my hips to move over the outer line of my legs and eventually come to rest on my thigh.
"God! You've got beautiful legs," he whispered.
All this while I had remained motionless not sure what I was supposed to do, and afraid to make any brusque movement that
might lead to dire consequences. I however started to realise that
his words and the gentle caress of his fingertips tracing faint
