Making Music

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I was late again, I couldn’t fucking believe it. Today of all days, Principal Bitch had to come into my office making a nuisance of herself for fifteen minutes. Anyone would think she knew I was rushing and what was waiting for me. Once she left I could hardly wait to jump up from my desk and dash out of the door behind her. I didn’t even bother locking it; I just took off down the corridor as fast as possible without actually running. I didn’t want that cow berating me again right now. My feet carried me towards the gym; my mind was elsewhere. I was lost in hopes, fantasies and desires. Just thinking about it was making the blood rush to my cock. I hoped she was wearing those stockings again. I reached the dark and echoing corridors of the gym and broke into a jog, nearing the music room at last. No one would be here today, on the last week before Christmas. A grin spread across my face. What music we would be making, I wondered. At last I found the music room and the light was on behind etlik escort the door. My heart jumped in my chest and my cock throbbed. I barrelled through the door, almost kicking it open, and stopped dead in my tracks. There she was, the ultimate sexy teacher stereotype. An unusual image in a university like ours, but no one would comment or complain, I’m sure. She sat on the table in the centre of the room, her feet dangling a few inches from the floor. She wore small heels over dark stockings. Her long, elegant legs were crossed and one foot idly tapped. I followed her legs, resisting licking my lips. A knee length pencil skirt covered the tops of her stockings; I knew they were hold-ups. I grinned to myself, feeling the hunger growing. My eyes raised a little higher, to her white, pleated blouse. She slid from the table. I noticed her top four buttons undone, beautifully showing off her smooth cleavage and red, laced bra. Her hair was loose, spilling over her keçiören escort shoulders and chest. It framed her eyes; there was a fire in her stare and a flush to her cheeks. She walked towards me; her hips, which filled her tight skirt wonderfully, swung seductively with each step. I was rooted as she walked up to me, reached to push the door shut and wrap an arm around my neck. We grabbed each other and kissed passionately, holding viciously to each other’s hair. *** I slipped into the room adjoining the music room, seeing the door slam shut. There was a connecting window and the lights were off; my curiosity had the better of me. I’ll admit it got the better of me just seeing him running out of his office. I peered through the glass, a safe distance away, and gasped in genuine surprise. I recognised the back of the head he was kissing so deeply. That bitch. I thought of leaving, but… God, I wish he’d kiss me like that. I found myself rooted, fascinated. kızılay escort I admit I was jealous; everyone knew that I adored him, but I was too engrossed to leave. I’d never look at him the same way again, to see his evil grip on her hair. It sent a throb straight to my pussy and my hips shifted a little, agitated. They shuffled towards the table; she fell onto the wooden top and took him with her, lips still locked together. They slid higher up the table and his hands reached up to grab her breasts. My sex pulsed to see him claw her chest so much the buttons gave out on her top. It fell open, her chest heaving beneath the red 36D she was spilling from, a hint of stiff, pink nipple behind the lace. My nipples hardened and I cupped my breasts, as he held hers, rolling them in my fingers. I glanced down, surprised at myself. I looked up to see her hands disappear in the back of his trousers, fingers digging into him. They both bucked and rolled, his hands now mauling her breasts. I squeezed mine just as hard, imagining the feel of his firm arse in my fingers. Her skirt hitched over her hips and I saw her red thong and hold up stockings. He saw them too; they broke the kiss and he looked down at her body. His eyes closed and his teeth barred before biting her chest.

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