I again returned to my laptop, trying desperately to focus, but the stress of creating an unplanned voyeur situation for my teacher kept rising. Little beads of sweat started to form on my forehead and chest, and I squirmed in my seat, wrestling with increasingly naughty thoughts. And, as I continued to entertain these naughty thoughts, my anxiety slowly began to morph into this white-hot burning question:
“So…what if he saw me? What then?”
My mind raced and I asked myself further, “What if I were to give Mr. Ashton a little show this morning? What’s the worst that could happen? So what if we have a little fun together? But would he get in trouble? Would I get in trouble? What if I spread my legs and then later claimed it was an accident?”
As I thought about these questions, the rational side of my brain said, “He’s a really nice teacher, he’s married, and I don’t want him to have any issues with the school or his wife. He might also not like what he sees? What if he reports me to the administration for lewdness?!”
But then the horny side of my brain protested and I remembered all of his subtle double-takes in class, especially when I was wearing something cute. My dearest friends/readers, it was at this critical juncture that I lost all self-control! I know, I know, I’m just a terrible, naughty, incorrigible teenage girl, and I need y’all to spank me for it! 😉
So anyway, when it came to Mr. Ashton, I couldn’t control my brilliant, yet dirty little mind as it ran for the hills and envisioned my sexy teacher getting turned on by an accidental glimpse under my skirt! This pornographic thought sent a sudden rush of blood into my tight virgin mound, and with zero self-control, my legs opened slowly like a Venus flytrap under the table. I looked down and blushed again as I realized what my teenage hormones were forcing me to do. My vagina took over at that point, and I suddenly realized how desperately I wanted a hot teacher like Mr. Ashton to fondle my pussy with his eyes.
I spread my legs wider and tried to pretend that I was studying. But, I also needed to keep close tabs on my teacher, so about every 30 seconds or so, I would glance over my black rim glasses with pouty lips, hoping to see him check me out. But no! This was so dumb! His eyes were glued to his papers, and so I eventually stretched and yawned sort of loud. Still nothing? Come on man! I even tried a silly fake cough, but he was apparently very good at focusing, even when a hot little student like me was giving him the sexiest view of his life!
I desperately looked around on my table to see if there was something I could do to draw his attention, and that’s when I saw my phone. An alarm! Yes! I could set a fake alarm, and that would surely get him to look! I searched and found the loudest, most obnoxious alarm sound possible, and set it for 1 minute into the future. I smirked at my stroke of genius. HA! I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation in my perky-breasted chest and felt my pussy juices flowing even faster. Then, just as I put my phone down, I swear I saw Mr. Ashton move in my peripheral vision! I looked up and watched his face quickly drop, as though I had caught him checking me out! AHA! I examined him further and he definitely seemed a little uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat and loosened his tie with a big gulp.
My questions wouldn’t stop. Did he already check me out but I didn’t notice? Did he see my light pink panties from across the room? What is he thinking right now?!
My legs were still spread nice and wide under the table, giving him every opportunity, but I still couldn’t tell for sure if he had seen anything. I played with my phone with my right hand, and then slid my left hand under my skirt to gently rub the soft skin of my inner thighs. I wanted to send a clear message when the alarm finally went off.
I looked up again at Mr. Ashton and that’s when his sexy image will be forever burned into my brain. I could DEFINITELY see a long, growing coil under his pants. His left hand (with his wedding ring still on) slowly moved down and touched his sensitive snake. He was still looking down at his papers, but that’s when I fully understood. I realized in that moment that he HAD seen me, and that he had probably looked MULTIPLE times! In fact, he had been timing his glances over the past few minutes, just so that I wouldn’t notice. That sneaky devil! Yes! He had totally been checking me out and I was clueless! Hey, I admit I’m a nerd. I never said I’m solid in the street smarts department! 🙂
The alarm finally went off and I reached to silence my phone. I looked at him and he lifted his hand to his mouth and with an impish grin, put his index finger on his lips, “SHHHHH!” I almost came right there in the library because of how excited I was. My pussy was swollen and ached for more attention, so I dramatically pulled up my skirt to give him a much better view. I looked around just to make sure no other students (or heaven forbid, teachers) could see what I was about to do.
With our eyes locked onto each other, I leaned back in my seat and spread my legs all the way. My whole body was on fire and my mind was total mush. I teased him by peering over my glasses and making pouty, “ooh” shaped lips. I even drew a little circle around my areola with one hand, and with the other I started rubbing my raised clit through my wet panties.
At this point the library was still pretty quiet, but I wondered if he was feeling nervous about being caught. Mr. Ashton cautiously paused and looked around, so I drew him back by pulling my panties to the side to let him see my steamy teenage vagina. He held his breath and rubbed his bulge a little faster, and I cheered him on by using two fingers to open my tight pink lips. My crotch was so hot now that I swear I saw some steam rising from under the table!
Mr. Ashton looked like he was going to cum in his pants soon, but I needed more. I grabbed my big black pen on the table and pushed it slowly inside my glistening cunt. I bit my upper lip and grinned like a nasty little temptress. I wanted my teacher to stand up, walk over and fuck me right there in public, but I knew that we’d likely need a raincheck on that.
Then, I gritted my teeth and inhaled deeply, and dramatically pushed the pen all the way in so it disappeared. Mr. Ashton’s jaw dropped and I shrugged my shoulders as though I had just performed an amazing magic trick. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask, “where do you think it went?” He laughed at my cute theatrics and pressed down even harder against his throbbing cock.
So now, with my pen firmly inside my pussy, I clasped the table with both hands and began to flex my vaginal muscles. My pussy magic continued to amaze my teacher as he watched the pen’s head reappear. I bore my eyes into Mr. Ashton’s desperate face, making him want me more than anything else in his boring life. I started thrusting my hips a little under the table, as though a black cock was fucking me, and even let out little cooing noises that I hoped he could hear. I squeezed hard and finally managed to push the pen all the way out!