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Abby works at a school with me and we’re often on the same class together. She’s young and innocent, can’t be any more than 20 and admitted the other week she gets scared when her parents go out and leave her at home alone.
Her body is different to what I normally find attractive. I like boobs, bums and curves that’s made of parts that jiggle.
Abby has little of that. She’s slim and shows nothing through her top, I think they’re is actually some curiosity about what she’s got going on under there.
I think it’s the hair that does it for me. Down past her bra strap and a beautiful golden brunette colour that flows off her head in a mass of loose curls. The distinctive look of the back of her head brings a smile to my face and a bounce to my cock every time she’s in a room I walk into.
Our roles are very different.
She spends her time running around the general mass of students, I work one on one and at a fairly slow pace. Usually I’m giving an instruction and waiting for my charge to complete that task, often with my eyes just looking around the classroom.
Those eyes get drawn to movement and that movement is usually Abby getting around in her usual uniform of a black, tan and white turtle neck and dark athletic tights.
I’m not staring, it’s more of a thousand yard stare but she’s on my mind.
I hope she really is as flat as she looks and not just wearing a porno 64 crappy sports bra, my cock bounces at the thought of a tiny AA cupped thing made from thin laces and colourful embellishments because she doesn’t actually have to support anything. Are her nipples equally as tiny but with a lovely feminine pink hue?
Behind that thousand yard stare is now an image in my head of Abby sitting on my lap topless. My fingers entwined in her curls and her chest sticking out with a pale pink nipple between my lips. Sweet noises escape her lips thanks to the movements of the tip of my tongue.
Ooh, she’s bending over.
I don’t see any lines through her tights though. Is she wearing something that matches the hypothetical bra I’ve got her in? Hopefully they’re not any sort of boyshort, I can’t stand them.
The seam of her tights are the star of the day from this angle. It sits a good knuckle in from the surface of her cheeks, the perfect depth for nice definition without getting into the cheap zone. It also takes me back to her knickers and I decide they have to be cheeky or better which also improves the chances of laces and other sheer fabrics.
She stands up and looks around to survey the classroom, her hair billowing like a dancer’s skirt as she does. She has her cute little nose twisted and her whole face carries pure frustration. We share a brief “what the fuck Türkçe altyazılı porno is going on here today” look. These kids are utterly insane.
My student asks a question and thanks to my distraction the best reply I can give them is a “looks good, what do you think is going on with this one?”
Looking up again I see the teacher, Mrs FatArse, telling off a student and Abby explaining something on the screen to a student. She’s rocking back and forth on her feet and swaying her hips, an action that draws me to the creases where the top of her thighs met her torso at the front. I’m quite unaware that I’m rocking around in my seat too, my stiff cock rubbing on the inside of my pants.
My eyes are undressing her again. I’m pulling at the elastic in the middle of her waist. Pulling down and down, expecting to see something and getting nothing but baby smooth pale skin right down to where her vulval crease starts.
One more slight tug and I get a glimpse of her outer labia bulging from the engorged clit underneath before the tights slip over her hips and arse and everything ends up half way down her thighs. A single silken thread of grool bridges the gap between her tight labia and the gusset of her knickers, I go to take it with my index finger but I’m snapped out of the day dream by Mrs. FatArse yelling that it’s time to pack up at the end sex izle of the day.
Abby and I chat on the way back up to the staff room and before we part ways for the day she hugs me. Tightly. Pressing her pubic bone hard against my stiff member, my head and my groin go wild. Has she been onto me all day and this is a flirt to show her interest? Or was it just a thing that happened at a time that I’m hypersensitive to such actions? It’s not something that I’m going to find out today.
The drive home was excruciating thanks to my engorged chick trying to tear its way through my pants. Every bump in the road causes another stroke in the dry humping I’m doing in the driver’s seat.
There’s a clearing just off the road ahead I pull into. Stepping out of the car there’s two sandstone rocks on the ground that in a horny daze look how I imagine Abby’s tits. I need to relieve myself and it only takes a couple of strokes for my prostate to get the message. To go with the sandstone roots my mind conjures up her gorgeous curls and eventually she is kneeling before me, tongue out ready to catch my load.
My hips thrust and knees buckle as four or five good spurts of ejaculate race for the freedom of the wide open world.
Peace. Everything drains from my head and muscles relax, the world doesn’t exist for thirty seconds…
Coming to the post-nut clarity comes and I’m king hit with disgust in myself seeing the puddles in the dust. There’s a squeal of tyres when I hit the road again that is the result of frustration in myself but it only takes a few hundred metres before I’m settled and over it all… Except for one tiny curl hanging out in the corner of my brain teasing me.
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