Mandy's Continuing Education - Sex Stories

Mandy's Continuing Education

... while Mr. Sanderson stacks his books and papers.

"My last class ends at 7:30 this evening. Be at my office at 7:45. You know where to find it?"

I nod. He never even looks at me, he just picks up his briefcase and stalks from the room. In a panic I want to run to my room and reach out to Mr. R to ask for advice. I feel emotionally battered. I don't know what to expect this evening or how to get through the intervening hours. But I have another class to attend, and even if I could get to my room, I know that my roommate DOESN'T have a class right now and will likely be studying or napping. I had walked in on her and a boy once, but since then she usually goes to their room to fuck. At least I haven't caught her again. At any rate, the room is likely to be occupied and I only have ten more minutes to get across campus. I run, and if anyone gets a glimpse of my bare ass in the process they are welcome to it -- I don't have time to enjoy it.

Time seems to drag until 7:45 but finally I am standing outside his office door. I've taken pains to shower and change. I'm wearing a more sedate looking button front dress that hangs to mid calf. It only LOOKS sedate though really. The material is a soft, figure hugging jersey that clings to every curve. I've milked myself recently too, so I can have the chance to go braless as well as panty free. No lines mar the soft outline of the moss green material. I've unbuttoned the top few buttons -- enough to show deep cleavage between the ...

... full globes of my tits. My hard nipples are trying to drill holes through the front of the dress. And I haven't buttoned the last eighteen inches or so of the dress either. When I walk plenty of leg flashes and when I sit and cross my legs I'm naked from mid thigh to my heels. I take a deep breath and knock softly at the door.

"Come!"

As I enter he adds, "Lock it behind you!"

I do as told and stand quietly, hands clasped behind my back, trying not to chew my bottom lip with nerves. He hadn't looked up when I entered but seems to be grading papers. At any rate he is making notes in red ink on something hand written. When he finishes he sets the completed paper to one side, finally looking up at me. Taking off half framed reading glasses he rises and walks around me slowly nodding thoughtfully.

"Take off your clothes!"

My hands are shaking with a combination of nerves and anticipation as I unbutton the front of my dress, slipping it off my shoulders and folding it carefully over a chair. His eyes narrow seeing that the dress is all I'm wearing.

"Well, you've gotten my attention. Come here."

I move closer to stand between his knees. I can smell hints of sandalwood and musk. He doesn't shave so it must be his soap or shampoo. There is also a faintly aromatic tang of smoke and a pipe lies in an empty ashtray on a corner of his desk. Gooseflesh pebbles my skin and my nipples pucker hard, but thankfully are empty enough not to drip...yet at least. I can feel the ...