EROTIC ONE SHOTS

Teacher X Student (1)

No lesson today. I'll send the work for you to do later- Mr Cortes

I grin, no more lessons today which meant I could go home! As I headed to my locker to retrieve my folders for the weekend, I felt a pang of disappointment that I'd be unable to stare at Mr Cortes' gorgeous face for an hour. And then- as he would turn to the board, my eyes would trail further down to his ass. At this point I would slip off into a daydream that would leave me hot and wet, desperate for the kind of friction only he could give me.

I open my locker and calculate which folders I'll need over the weekend... Biology annddd-

"Oh for fuck's sake" I muttered.

I needed my history folder which I had left in Mr Cortes' classroom. Irritatingly, history was across the school grounds and up two flights of stairs but I desperately needed to revise my material before our exam on Monday.

I silently prayed Mr Cortes wasn't in his room. I doubt I could face him alone without breaking into a nervous sweat and begging him to touch me to relieve the tension in my body.

Reaching the history block, I began to make my way upstairs, beginning to prepare myself if he was in the classroom after all. But... If he'd cancelled the lesson surely he'd be in a meeting or some other important fixture. Relief washed over me, of course, he's in a meeting! Nothing to worry about.

I pause outside the door and furrow my brows. The blinds are pulled down to cover the window which was unusual so I knocked.

No reply... So I tucked my long brown hair behind my ear and entered-

And stopped short in the doorway as my eyes fell upon my teacher moaning my name and palming himself over his trousers with his eyes sqeezed shut. He looked incredible, his dark hair tousled and perfect full mouth open slightly in pleasure. That navy suit was my favourite, I loved when he wore it with his burgundy tie. The jacket was over the back of his chair and he'd rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing toned forearms. My mouth watered. I must stay quiet, maybe if I close the door softly he won't hear me. I can slip away because this can't be good; if I stay here I won't be able to control myself.

Mr Cortes produced a gutteral groan and cried my name yet again. My juices were now soaking my panties and I couldn't stop myself as I let out a moan.

His eyes flew open and beheld me on the threshold, me with my thighs pressed together and lust filled green eyes.

"Katherine" he choked out, this time said in surprise- not with sexual desire. He stood, fixing his hair and then almost as if he forgot for a moment, brought his hands down to cover the massive tent in his trousers.

Suddenly, I realised I had the upper hand here, this was my chance. It was bad, I know, but the second he moaned my name, the second I saw him touch himself whilst thinking about me, my morals shattered into pieces.

Somehow, I found the confidence to swagger past him and drawl "I forgot my folder, please continue", I paused and then said "I'd love to see what exactly is more important than our lesson today... Sir"

Feeling his eyes on me, I stopped at my desk at the back and bent low to grab my folder. With my back turned, I let my demeanour slip for a second as I mouthed "Oh My God" to myself. My clit was throbbing as I straightened and spun to face Mr Cortes, "Well?"

Still shellshoked he gaped at me and I slowly run my eyes down his body, smirking at the bulge.

Finally he said "Katherine, that's not appropriate" and croaked out "You should leave."