“CAUGHT”

Caught

By Blueheatt



…. I’m a new female high school graphic arts teacher. I had attended this very high school just 3 years earlier. We had computer art and non-computer art. I had one male student that was very handsome and really good at any kind of art. I found myself taking a personal interest in him. I took him to paint scenes for the drama department. We were doing some set design one day alone on the stage. He had his notes and drawings for his suggestions. Without thinking I put my hand on his back and said: “Oh Mich, these are so good.” It startled him and he dropped his note book. Out fell other drawings of his. I squatted down to help him pick them up. His eyes zoomed in, right up my dress. He was one student I didn’t mind taking a look up my dress. We both smiled and pick up all his stuff. I spotted some of his other drawings. He quick tried to grab them.

They were drawings of a guys hands groping girls tits and pussy‘s. I said: “Mich, I’m a grown woman, let me see them please.” He was embarrassed but handed them over to me. The art work was outstanding. The detail, the colors all were professional looking. I whispered: (“Mich, these are beautiful, did you do them from your imagination or did you look at a picture?”) He smiled a little and whispered nervously:

(“Ms. Clark…the girl …..well..a….she is you, and…a… the hands are mine. I kinda used you as a model and my own hands as a model. I‘m sorry if I did anything wrong.”)

I took the pictures and put them in my note book. “I want to study these, do you mind?” I said. He said: “I don’t want to get in trouble…but, go ahead. Am I already in trouble?” I said no, not at all, but lets just keep these between you and I, ok? I realized my hand was on his back again. He took my other hand and studied it carefully. He said: “You have beautiful hands Ms. Clark. I look at them a lot, but never this close. He held my hand like it was gold or something, very delicately and now my hand began a slight tremble.

He now held my hand with both his hands. His hands were warm and I was losing it going in a little trance. I tried real hard to withdraw my hand but it was just to beautiful the way he felt it.

“Could I use them as a model for some future drawings?”
How could I say no to that. I had to whisper: (“…yes Mich, but we’ll have to be very private and discreet about it. Ok?”) He looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes. He looked around. We were alone on the stage. He quick kissed my hand and took off running.

My mind was breaking all the school rules. Touching a student. Letting him touch you and on and on. He had simply been the first student to ever make me aroused. I stood there and felt the wet in my panties as I could still feel his warm hand on mine. I couldn‘t help it, I felt very sexually attracted to him. I tried not to, but instead of enforcing the school rules in my mind, I was thinking of ways to get around them.

He stayed on my mind a lot now. I had to find a secret place to model my hands for him. At school was out, way to risky. My house was the only place and at night, so prying eyes would not see him coming and going.

That night I sat on my couch. I took out the pictures he had drawn to study them. My god he was good. I looked carefully. The girls clothes were mine ok. Those were his and my hands also. I looked at one and where he had his hand on mine as it was over my pussy. His other hand was up my skirt squeezing my leg. No faces were in the pictures, so no one could tell it was us. No rings or jewelry Nothing to I.D. us.

I began to stare and fantasize…..feeling his hand over mine on my pussy was so hot looking. My leg began to tingle looking at the picture of him squeezing it. I wondered what it really felt like to be groped by him. I was getting aroused by his picture.

The next picture was his hand inside my unbuttoned blouse. He was behind me. His one hand was inside my bra with my nipple showing. I had my hand on his arm, just resting on it, not struggling to remove his hand. I must have looked at the picture for 10 minutes with another fantasy coming up in my head.

I stopped. I went and put my robe on. I took a big breath and went back to my couch to look at the next one. I opened the folder. I looked at the next picture…

I gasp and closed the folder.

My heart started pounding at what I saw.
It was my waist and upper legs, with a dress I owned pulled up to my waist. My panties were pulled part way down and His fingers were in my pubic hair. My fingers were on my clit. In the picture I was touching my clit as it showed he had a finger in my pussy.