His Teacher

For some while Mike sat there with a blank piece of paper in front of him spending much of that time looking his teacher, Miss Anya up and down as she sat at her desk at the front of the classroom.

Just watching her sitting there, looking at those sensual legs of hers beneath her desk, being crossed then re-crossed….just admiring how sexy those shapely breasts of hers looked under her crisp, white blouse all added towards stirring his thoughts and in turn, ensured his cock was rock hard inside his briefs.

Finally, though he knew he was going to be taking an awful risk, he started to write beneath the heading already written boldly at the top of his paper…….

To make my teacher, Miss Anya happy.

Right now as I sit here in detention looking at Miss Anya sat at her desk with the task of writing about what I need to do in order to make her happy, I find my mind flooded with thoughts , thoughts that ask if Miss Anya ever has the same thoughts as me.
I would very much doubt this is so, for as my teacher, she is older and wiser and, in a position of responsibility, would know better than to have such thoughts about her young charge. Even so, I can’t help but have these thoughts as I look beneath her desk once more to witness those stockinged legs of hers.

She of course, has no idea of the thoughts I have about her, thoughts both here in the classroom as well as those I also have at home.

In truth I would skip most of my classes at school, but not those taken by Miss Anya. Just to be in the same room as her is enough to ensure I attend her classes.

She takes English, but frankly, it wouldn’t matter to me if she taught rocket science, I would attend anyway simply because, my being in her class gives me the possibility to admire that oh so sexy body of hers, which in turn assists the thoughts I have of her when I am lain in bed at home, where even out of sight she is more than capable of arousing this body of mine. A fact I am certain she is completely unaware of.

Now here I am in detention where she has set me the task of writing down how I should act if I am to make her happy.

I feel sure what she really expects to read from me is how I ought to pay more attention in class, or how I should participate more. The fact is, what she doesn’t realise, this isn’t all my fault, much of it is hers though I suspect she doesn’t really know the effect her desirable body is having on me?

I am looking at her now, even as I am writing this. She’s just crossed those sexy legs of hers under her desk. I know she wears stockings, I was lucky enough to have caught a glimpse of her stocking tops one day…. and right now, though I know I should not be writing this….. if I felt it would make her happy, I would love nothing more than to stop what I am doing, go up to where she is sitting, drop to my knees and crawl under her desk. There I would run my hands up along those sexy stockinged legs of hers.

Would this make Miss Anya happy?……I don’t know. I would hope so, but what I do know is, I would push the hem of her skirt higher, and take the time to admire whatever sexy panties she was wearing.

She dresses so demurely in class but beneath that prim, demure exterior she has the kind of body that would demand she wears the briefest of thongs, just enough material to cover what I am sure would be a nicely trimmed bush, not that it would matter if it was not, I would still bend forward and begin to plant kisses over them, over her gusset, the part I am certain covers the sweetest sexiest pussy.

From beneath the desk I would hear her groan, a groan of pleasure which would be a sign, what I am doing is pleasing her, making her happy. I would take these groans as encouragement to continue and would peel her gusset to one side in order to reveal her very sexy pussy lips to my gaze.

Ohhh Miss Anya…though I may be young and inexperienced, if only you knew how long I have wanted to get inside your knickers.

I am not sure if this would make you happy Miss Anya but I know beyond all doubt it would make me the happiest guy alive… It is something I have long thought about… Would you open your legs for me? Would you grab hold of my head and force me down onto your pussy? Would you moan and groan with delight as my lips and tongue do their best to dine on your delightful pussy?

Just as Mike finished writing the last sentence Miss Anya pushed back her chair and standing, began to make her way towards where he was sat.

It was just the two of them in the classroom, a solitary detention for her young charge who of late, seemingly appeared less and less attentive in class and who needed to be bought to book.

Mike’s heart began to pound inside his chest, instantly having huge regrets over what he had just written.

His first reaction was to reach out, grab the paper and screw it up into a ball but immediately he recognised this act would be pointless. She would see his actions and would still wish to see what it was he had written. Instead he could only sit there, fearful of what she was going to say after she had read his words.

He held his breath as she stepped around behind his chair.

He was sure she was not in the least aware, the breasts of hers that were pressing lightly against his back were beginning to add to his already aroused state, not helped in the least by the very fact he’d already noted several of the top buttons on her blouse had somehow come undone.

He held his breath as she leant over his shoulder to read the words written on the paper.

As she read, she remained quiet and though her body gave nothing away, it was not long before he could soon sense she had finished reading.

He felt her step back. Fearing the worse, he closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable reprimand.

For a moment she said nothing.

He felt a hand press lightly on his shoulder.

“Come with me please!”

Her words were not sharp, indeed soft would be more their description, yet he could sense she was less than happy.

Instinctively he did as was asked of him. He rose from his desk and followed as she lead the way back towards the front of the classroom.

Despite his apprehension he couldn’t help but allow his eyes to follow the gentle, magnetic sway of her rump beneath her fitted skirt.

To Mike, her sexy arse purred like a smooth running engine beneath her black, body hugging skirt. Each forward step saw her rump sway, first one way then the other, its delightful shape forming a perfect, inviting mound. He immediately felt the need to run both his lips and hands over those delightful, sphere shaped orbs.

In turn, as much he tried, he could do little to hide the fact his own erection was now raging inside his briefs.

As they approached her desk she turned, her eyes looking him up and down. Again Mike feared the worse. Yet, his fear was not enough to stop his eyes from being draw to her body, this time to those shapely breasts of hers that steadily rose and fell between the buttons that had somehow become undone, so allowing him the slightest glimpse of lace bra

He wanted to groan out loud…….a fact she readily sensed.

“Would you like to explain yourself Mike?” she asked.

Though his brain sought an answer, the few cells that appeared active did not apparently, want to make contact with his tongue…..”Errrrm! ” is all that came from his lips.

He continued to watch, mesmerised as her fingers reached up and indolently undid yet another of her top buttons.

“Pull up a chair Mike!” she ordered.

Her demand left no room for negotiation. He did as he was asked, turning to walk the few paces back to the nearest desk where, pulling a chair to the front, he placed it on the spot indicated by her wagging finger.

For the moment he just stood there, his eyes once more, drawn to the swell of her breasts.

“So Mike! What’s all this filth I’ve just read? Do you really expect me to believe you didn’t understand the task I had set you?”

Mike had never felt so embarrassed. He tilted his head to look down at his shoes, where for some inexplicable reason he noted they could do with a clean. He closed his eyes, hoping this stupid thought would leave his head and be replaced by one that would serve as an answer.

“Well?” she prompted, her manner stern enough to cause him to raise his eyes to meet hers.

“I’m……sorry…..I didn’t mean….Oh God! I shouldn’t have written ……”

He felt hot, flushed and, unable to form the words he wanted, he lowered his eyes once more.

“No Mike! You should not!” she replied, her voice rasied. “For that was NOT what the task had called for.”

Still Mike wasn’t able to bring his gaze to meet hers. He sensed her move and found his eyes following her slim heels until they were lost from his peripheral vision as she made her way around behind him.

He wanted to move, wanted to turn his head to discover where she was, what she might be doing, but the silence of the classroom held him there, rooted to the spot.

Moments later he felt the warmth of her breath close to his ear.

“So this is what you think about when you’re in my class.”

She paused, yet he could still feel the heat of her lips close to his ear.

“Am I a bad teacher Mike? Is it I don’t make my lessons enjoyable? Is that it?”

He sensed, rather than saw her take a step back.

“No….it’s not that…it’s……” His mind froze fumbling for words he knew wouldn’t come. He looked down at his shoes and closed his mouth, aware to say another word would simply dig himself deeper into the mire.

“It’s what Mike? It’s more exciting to have these filthy thoughts about your teacher? Is that what IT is?” she responded, emphasising the word ‘IT’.

He remained there, silent, unsure if to answer NO or YES, certain either answer would be of no use.

Her lips drew closer still to his ear.

“Tell me Mike. These thoughts you have, do they occur just within these four walls?”

He heard the click of her heels as she made her way back towards her desk. She turned before leaning casually against her desk resting a hand eitherside of her body.

He felt his eyes drawn to her open blouse, the firm rounded breasts. He fought his desire and instead fixed eyes on her hands, noting her slender, well manicured fingernails, their bright red hue holding his attention.

“I want answers Mike! I want to know of these thoughts you are having? I want to know if you are having them when you’re lying on your bed at home?”

It was as if she had read his every innermost thought and even as he heard her words he couldn’t help but recall how often he had laid on his bed at night and stroked himself to erection as he pictured her body close to his.

“Yes!” He finally managed to stammer by way of a reply.

Her lips formed a smile as his reply sank in.

“Hmmm!