Brielle sat at the dining table with Mr. Mendes to her right. He flashed her his signature smile -- the one that made her head spin. His arms flexed slightly as he began jotting down things onto the paper, guiding her through the lesson. Although Brielle truly needed help in this subject, she knew the only reason she agreed to be tutored by Mr. Mendes was to be with him for more time than her college classes allowed.
An hour passed by and soon Brielle found herself standing by the front door again, having learned no new information, other than that she had fallen more in love with her teacher as the minutes passed with him.
Mr. Mendes stood at the front door, holding it open for Brielle as she walked out of his home, headed for her car. He couldn't help but stare at her shapely backside, swaying side to side as she strutted to the vehicle. Oh, how he wished to bend her over her car and pound into her, make her whimper and beg for more. But he couldn't. He had a wife, a child, he had morals -- although those seemed to be fading every time he took a glance at Brielle. Mr. Mendes found his pants beginning to grow tight, and he quickly shut the door, trying to rid of both his thoughts and his growing erection.
Brielle slipped into the driver's seat of her car, reminiscing, and sitting in the driveway of Mr. Mendes' home. Her time at his dining room table was solely spent gazing at Mr. Mendes' rather large hands, imagining the things he could do with them -- teasing, fingering, she wanted it all. Heat and tension was growing between her thighs all throughout her tutoring session, and she knew she could wait no longer to take care of the aching sensation.
Slowly, she lifted up her skirt, gliding a finger across her wetness, shivering at her own touch. She sat there, head against her seat, eyes shut, her top teeth capturing her bottom lip in order to keep her sounds of pleasure to a minimum. Brielle continued to play with herself until her legs trembled in ecstasy, a hot wave of euphoria surging through her body, all the while imagining Mr. Mendes grinding his hips into hers.
Meanwhile, Mr. Mendes had returned to his bedroom. Upon finding it to be empty, he pulled the curtain of his large window to the right, checking for his wife's car, as she didn't appear to be in the house. Yet, instead of finding his wife's car, he found Brielle's still sitting there, with her hand in her panties, and her mouth open. Mr. Mendes couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight -- the sight which allowed his raunchy thoughts to refill his mind. His erection strained against his pants, and soon enough he found himself pulling it out, slowly rubbing it with his hand as he watched Brielle touch herself. He knew it was wrong, masturbating to the thought of another girl, let alone his own student. Shawn watched as Brielle bit down on her lip, and had her eyes been open, she probably would have seen him. He couldn't deny that he was enjoying every bit of this, and with every stroke he grew nearer and nearer to his climax.
And as he thought about her pretty pink lips wrapped around his hard cock while watching her play with herself, Shawn couldn't help but wonder, "Who is she thinking about?"
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Infatuation | Shawn Mendes
Fanfiction"Tell me again that you don't want me, that you're not utterly obsessed with me." "I can't." - - - When thirty-nine year old Shawn Mendes finds himself completely mesmerized by Brielle Edith, whose twenty-two year old figure is much too young for h...
