School Daze--Part 1

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Yesterday what is laughingly referred to as reality flowed seamlessly into fantasy--and back. The assistant principle called me to his office. Ordinarily he has some uniquely boring caveat to impart. But yesterday was the exception. It seems he and his wife have separated. He wanted me to know that he might be "a little off my game", but that he was "still looking out for [his] favorite English/French teacher." I thanked him and told him I had a quiz to prepare during my free period. As I stood, he snagged my texts off his desk. Then he walked around to where I was standing and placed them in my arms. I felt his hands caress the portion of my pink sweater that hugs my tits.

I took the stairs to the 3rd floor; it gave me time to think about what the vice-principle might have in mind for our next chat. Since 6th period is free for me, no students sat in the forty desks that clutter the room. I locked the door and drew the shade, hung my bag in the back closet and returned to the front of the classroom. There I shoved my books onto the oversized desk and relaxed into my chair with a loud sigh. My life was becoming more and more complicated. Complication, I thought, is what my morning Kundalini Yoga is supposed to insure against.

As long as I was thinking about yoga, I figured I'd do some yoga-type breathing. I felt so tense and that never fails to relax me. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath in. Then I released it. As I continued, I focused on my breath, I felt my tits rise and fall. The muscles in my lower back relaxed as well as those in my hips and thighs. The space between my thighs widened. The tension in my neck released.

A not unwelcome warmth had begun to spread across my thighs. It felt like a warm breeze.

I continued to breath. All the while wondering what new sensations the next inhalation might bring. The warm breeze across my thighs turned to a heat, rivaling the Sahara's, in the vicinity of my pussy. In the five years since I took up the practice of Kundalini Yoga, I've experienced some odd sensations. But nothing quite like this. If I didn't know better, I thought, as the left side of my lace pantie shifted farther from my thigh high, I'd think-- But that's where my thinking ceased.

I was drowsily aware of broad hands pressing the inside of either thigh. My breath caught in my chest as I tensed my thighs, placed my heels firmly on the floor and tried to shove my chair away from the massive desk. But the chair was stuck fast.

I felt a probing tongue trace the outer lips of my pussy. Then the inner lips. When that inquisitive and muscular tongue penetrated my pussy, my back arched. I moaned and writhed.

Time ticked by. I could hear it doing just that. I'd climaxed three more times. "Please," I moaned, "my next class." What if students were to come to the door and find it locked? What would they think? How could I explain? I moaned and came for the fifth time. My whole body shuddering...

To Be Continued.

Till Next Time.

Best,

Diane


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