Class Dismissed

Wow, what a dream! You were in my class. Why were you there? Perhaps it is because you're everpresent on my mind. If only you were everpresent on my cock. Oh wait,... you are - in my dreams. How'd you end up there this time? Here's what I remember:

So there I was, standing before the class discussing some finer points of my lecture when I looked over at you. You were giving me a look with your eyes that screamed out the Van Halen song, "Hot for Teacher." Your skirt was riding up as you sat in that classroom chair. You made it do that, didn't you? You naughty girl.

You know good and well only I can see under that desk. Everyone else in the class is oblivious because not only are you on the front row, but these desks have sides to them, hiding what you're doing from even the row across from you. Your thigh-highs were showing and I can even see past those. Now you know I'm looking because when I look up at your face you looked right into my eyes and put on a devilish smile as you twirled your tongue around your mechanical pencil. I glance back down at your legs, taking a deep breath as I notice how deliciously pale your thighs are in contrast to those stockings. All I can think of is lapping up milk (or milky thighs in this case) with my now hot and wanting tongue. I look you in the eyes again and I swear I saw a twinkle.

Focus. Focus damnit. More to say. Must finish lecture. Finally, class is moving right along. I hand out the activity worksheet and return to my chair at the front of the class. Everyone is busy working on their papers as I tidy up my materials. When I finally look up you're working fervently on your worksheet. Your one leg is swaying back and forth as I take in those legs and let my imagination run wild. You finish before everyone else. God, your brain is as sexy as your legs are. You glance around the room, as do I, and we both know everyone else is still working. You decide to step up the activity with your own sub-desktop activity between your thighs.

I take another quick glance around the room before returning my eyes to you. As soon as I do you know it and you smile, sliding a hand down underneath the desk, pulling your skirt up even more, so that I can see you're not wearing any panties. You then slide your hand into what seems to be a pocket on the skirt, but I see your hand appear between your legs. Oh God. You're playing with your clit. I have to survey the room again, to not only be sure there are no questions, but also to make sure everyone else is still working and not watching me.

I look back and now you're running two fingers up and down your slit, parting your lips, and allowing you to play with your clit more. You're going slowly, so as not to make noise. I can tell you're getting juicy and I wish my tongue was there in the moisture to help those fingers of yours. You have a huge grin on your face now. I wonder what exactly is going through your mind even though I hope it is the sentence, "fuck me."

I take another look around the room and I see two other students done with the activity. One is reading his book chapter, oblivious to the frenzy of activity in your skirt. The other student is just sitting there, with a big smirk on her face, looking right at me. She's halfway back in the room and she's incredibly hot. She always wears tight tops that show off her plentiful bosom. Yes, I'd dreamt before of sucking and biting and licking and fucking her, but today is all about you. I look back at you, and you're looking me right in the eyes. You almost silently laugh and smile, as you turn your head and look back at her. She smiles in return and then you both look at me at the same time and lick your lips.

Oh my god,.. this is planned?!? Holy damn. Did I just see what I thought I saw? You apparently can tell from my reaction that I'm shocked and in disbelief. So you do it again. So did she. Then she winked at me and turned to look at you. I look back at you and your eyes are almost rolling in your head. I look down and I see your fingers glistening, working that tight little pussy hard inside your skirt. Then you stop and you tear out the top sheet from your notebook. You begin to pack up your things.

My watch beeps and I know class is almost over. I assign homework and I ask the class to leave their worksheets on the front desk as they leave. Everyone files out quickly except you and the tight-shirt. You're both last. You slow down your walk so that you're about 10 steps behind the last person out the door. You leave your worksheet on the pile with the others. But you have another sheet of paper in your hand. You give it to me and you wink at me. The corner of it is wet because you picked it up with your 'activity' hand. You pass and tight-shirt is right behind you. She whispers, "I'll be there too. Be sure to show up. We need our education." You both walk out the door and I watch your asses as you turn the corner. I look down at the paper and it reads, "Meet me at the Hotel ____ at 5 pm. Room 212. Bring an energy drink and your hard cock."

I brought three energy drinks. My dream got quite fuzzy here but I do remember an entwining of tongues, legs, pussies, and my cock. It was during that stage of dreaming where you're half in and half out of consciousness, where everything is blurry yet erotically divine. I woke up with an incredible hard-on that I could've used to drive nails through a steel beam.

I am looking forward to class tomorrow. Perhaps you'll make a guest appearance.