Tessa was wearing a long-sleeved lilac T-shirt and a flowing gray skirt that stopped just below the knee. It was sheer, and the material looked butter soft, and I just wanted to go over there and run my fingers up the skirt and find out firsthand whether or not she’d decided to do what I’d said in that note.
But there was a roomful of students, so I couldn’t. I remained in my chair, keeping her in plain view, letting my imagination run wild.
We started a discussion about how to craft compelling openings, which was a skill many of the students were lacking. Kristin was more than happy to take over leading the discussion, so I let her, and leaned back in my chair and looked over at Tessa.
She was looking right at me, and I had a feeling she had been trying to get my attention that way for a few minutes. When I caught her eye, she lowered hers, toward her lap. She did this twice, and then she slowly spread her feet apart.
The desk cast a shadow, so only her knees were visible, but if I leaned back in my chair, I could get a better view of underneath the desk. I saw her fingers on her thighs, moving slowly, pulling the fabric of the skirt up, up, up. Those lovely, slender thighs of hers. My cock pressed against my jeans, throbbing. The hem of her skirt continued to rise, and more and more bare thigh was exposed.
And then, there she was, fully exposed, and if Kristin looked over, she’d be getting an eyeful of Tessa, all of Tessa, but Kristin was too involved in whatever discussion it was she was having with one of the students.
Tessa slouched down a little further, and my eyes raced around the room before landing back on her, trying to hold back my laughter. The other students had no idea any of this was happening, and that only served to heighten my enjoyment. It was excruciating, though, not being able to do anything except look. Because, oh, I wanted to do so much more than that.
Tessa must’ve been watching Kristin, because she sat straight up, pushing her skirt down, right as Kristin’s gaze went over in her direction. The abruptness of it caught me off guard, and I blinked, as though all I had to do was wait a second and she’d have her legs spread, her pussy on full display.
But no, she was pushing her skirt down and crossing her legs, leaving me to sit there with a rock hard dick, thinking about how wonderful it would feel to be in between those legs of hers.
Kristin had a meeting to get to right after class, so she packed up right away and was one of the first ones out. I sat there, watching Tessa slowly put her own books away. To the casual observer, it would not seem like she was doing anything out of the ordinary, yet I knew she was deliberately taking her time.
“I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes,” I heard her say to Lindsey. Lindsey grinned, shot a look in my direction, and then joined the flow of students streaming out of the classroom. Then it was just the two of us.
“You’re making it almost impossible for me to teach class,” I said. “How am I supposed to teach a class when I’ve got a hard-on the whole time?”
She came over to me, slinging her backpack across one of her shoulders.
“That’s a nice skirt,” I said. I was still sitting in my chair, and she came right over to the side of it. She took my hand and put it underneath her skirt. Her skin was smooth, and I ran my hand up her inner thigh, feeling the warm, wet heat between her legs. She inhaled sharply as I pressed a finger against her, but then she pulled away, her skirt falling back down to cover her knees. Early students for the next class were tromping into the classroom.
“Thanks for clearing that up for me,” she said. “That makes much more sense now. Bye.”
“Wait,” I said. She stopped. “What are you doing later? Come over to my place.”
She licked her lips, nodding. “Okay.” And then she turned and walked out, the students that had arrived completely oblivious.
I rubbed my fingers together, massaging the moisture into my skin. I didn’t know what class she had now, or if she was going to go home, or maybe into the women’s room to rub one out. That was sure as hell what I needed to do though, if I wanted to be able to get through the day without a huge boner.
I finished packing up my stuff and went into my office, making sure the door was locked. I sat down in my chair and thought about Tessa.
“I’m glad to see you didn’t go home and change,” I said to her later when I opened my door to find her standing there.
Tessa smiled as she stepped in. “I thought about it,” she said. She grabbed my hand and put it under her skirt, spreading her legs. I let out a happy exhale. “I’ve been so wet all day I thought for sure there would’ve been a big wet mark on the back of my skirt, but there wasn’t. Surprisingly.”
I rubbed her clit and her eyes got cloudy. “Quite surprising,” I said. “It must’ve felt rather nice going around commando all day though.”
“I’ll tell you what feels good,” she said, her voice little more than a gasp. “This.” I kept rubbing her until I felt her inner thigh muscles quiver.
I pulled my hand back before she could come. Her eyes flew open.
“I bet you’ve really enjoyed not wearing underwear all day,” I said.
“I did. I’ve never done that before. I felt so . . . exposed. Even though no one else knew I wasn’t wearing underwear.”
“And did you like that too? Feeling exposed like that? Feeling like at any moment, anyone could just come along and push your skirt up and take you right then and there?”
“You know, I did, actually. It was like all that needed to happen was the breeze to blow just the right way and my skirt would go flying up and my ass would’ve been on full view for anyone who was around.”
“That’s a delicious thought. Come with me.”
We went in the bedroom, and I pulled my shirt off, tossing it on the floor. I took hers off and marveled at those perfect tits of hers, both with my eyes and my hands, then my mouth.