Midas' Touch

Mysterious Man

As the sun rose over the city, Catherine anxiously waited for her usual ride to the university. Her skin still tingled from the mysterious man's touch. A week had passed from their last encounter and she couldn't stop thinking about him. When the bus finally arrived with a loud hiss of brakes and a cloud of exhaust, Catherine hopped on and joined the bustling crowd of students and workers. She stood among them, restless and yearning for the touch she longed for. But nothing happened, leaving her disappointed.

Once she reached her office, Catherine locked the door behind her and collapsed into her chair, unable to shake off the sensation she missing. She craved the touches desperately. With a sigh of surrender, she slid her hand under the silky fabric of her tight skirt and began to pleasure herself. She closed her eyes and imagined the touches, the hands moving over her skin with practiced ease. The sweet release that followed only intensified her longing, making her yearn for his physical presence even more.

Catherine smoothed out her clothing before heading to the classroom. Her striking appearance was in stark contrast to her strict demeanor, a mix that both captivated and intimidated her male students. As she looked around the room, meeting the gaze of every young man, she relished in their admiration.

"Today we have an unannounced test," she announced, watching as their expressions shifted from surprise to panic. "Take all the time you needed."

Catherine then handed out the papers for her students. She watched each of them closely, catching the way their hands trembled as they turned over the papers, their eyes widening at the complexity of the questions. A sly smile spread across her face as she relished in their discomfort. However, one student was captivating her attention more than any other.

Brandon - a nondescript young man with an average build and unassuming appearance - had always blended into the background of her class. He was a diligent student but hardly remarkable. Yet recently, he had change a lot. He showed up to her class less but his grade somehow got suspiciously better. She watched as he scanned the test questions and observed a surprising calmness on his face.

As the minutes ticked by, Catherine couldn't help but become more intrigued as she watched Brandon smirking at his paper and quickly writing down his answers. After half an hour, he confidently handed her his completed test. Just as he was about to pack up and leave, she called out to him:

"Brandon, Where are you going? The class isn't over yet."

Brandon reluctantly sat down again while Catherine was meticulously scanning over Brandon's answers. Her eyes analyzed each one. To her surprise, they were all correct. It was hard for her to believe that, an average student like Brandon, could complete such a challenging test so quickly and accurately. As she looked around the classroom, she saw that the other students were still focused on their work, with pencils scratching and papers shuffling. She couldn't help but wonder how Brandon had managed to finish first. Did he cheat? She turned to look at him and noticed his confident gaze.

"Time's up," Catherine announces, her voice firm yet sultry. The students collectively groan, handing in their completed tests reluctantly.

"Brandon," she calls out. "I need you to stay after class."

*****

The class emptied out, Catherine led Brandon to her office.

"Take a seat," she instructed Brandon, indicating the chair on the other side of her solid oak desk. Brandon complied.

"I'll get straight to the point, Brandon," Catherine began, leaning forward on her desk and lacing her fingers together. "I find it highly suspicious how you managed to ace my test so quickly. And not just that... your point have been improved suspiciously."

Brandon gave a dismissive shrug. His eyes were glassy, sharp.

"Maybe I've just been studying hard."

"Don't play games with me, mister." Catherine fumed quietly. "There were questions on that test we haven't even covered yet."

"Then give me another one, then" he countered. "I bet I can still do all of them with ease."

"Sure."

Natalie hastily scribbles down a few complex equations on a blank sheet of paper and slid it across the desk towards him. He picked it up and read through it carefully.

Minutes passed in silence with only the sound of Brandon's pencil scratching against the paper filling the room. After half an hour, he laid down his pencil with a smirk on his face that frustrated Catherine. Once again, he had correctly solved the problems. She pondered whether it was truly comprehension or some sort of trickery. The frustration mounted within her, seeping into every pore and making her body tremble. Brandon stood to leave.

"Wait," she called out, reaching a hand towards him to stop him from leaving. But as soon as she stretched out her fingers, a strange force seemed to push her palm away from him. And she jerked back, surprised at the strange sensation. It was something she had never felt before. And yet... it was familiar, like her body when touched by the mysterious man on the bus. Catherine clutched at the edge of her desk, the cold wood beneath her fingers anchoring her in reality. Her heart pounded heavily against her ribcage and spots danced across her vision.

Brandon's retreating footsteps echoed vaguely in her ears as she found herself alone in the room. Slipping off her skirt and panties, she sat down on the chair behind her and spread apart her thighs. The cool air kissed her naked flesh as she began to circle around with her fingers with anticipation.

She imagined it was Brandon's fingers now - tracing circles over delicate folds and plunging into wet heat, rubbing circles around that most sensitive bud until she was writhing against herself in ecstasy.

It wasn't long before waves of pleasure washed over Catherine completely, making her arch her back and moan loudly in satisfaction. As the tension left her body, she let herself sink into the chair in sheer bliss, still panting heavily from the intense orgasm that had ripped through her.