Night School

  

(Don’t’ know when I wrote this -- but this was not for the mafia widow. This is pretty straight up erotica)

 

The moment I get to the school, I regret my decision to take the night class on real estate brokering, partly because everybody also had the same idea, and I’m a couple of decades older than nearly all the other students.

I’m even older by a decade that the teacher, who glares at me, making it clear she doesn’t think I belong.

The class is so overcrowded there isn’t enough desk space for everybody and so the teacher tells us we have to double up.

That’s when this young blonde girl -- with a skirt so short I could almost see where her legs end and perky breasts that poked through her blouse so I need not imagination to see her hard little nipples – decides to sit with me. She barely qualifies as an adult and I’m wondering how they could let a girl so young take a course clearly labeled as adult.

I feel myself get hard, and from the look in her deep dark eyes, she knows I’m attracted.

I force myself to focus on the lesson the teacher is giving us, although the girl touches my hand.

“You don’t mind being with me, do you?” she asks. “You’re so mature I figure you might help me pass this class. I’ve tried more than once.”

I’m actually flattered and give her as much of a response as I can muster considering my physical reaction.

We are seated in the back of the class near the window which helps cool me down a little. And we’re far enough from the teacher for me not to be the center of her attention.

Then, the girl presses her perky breasts into my side as she pretends to look over the text book open on the small table in front of us.

“I’m really horny,” she whispers in my ear, looking up at me with those dark eyes, her pink lips parted in soft but seductive smile. “I can’t study when I’m horny.”

I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing.

“Would you finger fuck me?” she asks, grabbing my hand before I could stop her, pushing my hand up her short skirt, my forefinger easing into a very, very wet pussy. “Please.”

She moves my hand for me, in and out, in and out until her juice drips my whole hand, and she lets out a low cry of extreme pleasure.

Other students turn to look in our direction, as does the teacher, whose stern gaze tells me she knows we’re up to something back here, but doesn’t yet know what.

“You have to keep quiet,” I whisper at the girl.

“It’s hard,” she whispers back. “You do that soooo good.”

Fortunately, what we are doing isn’t obvious and everybody goes back to the lesson, including the teacher. I can’t get my fingers out of the girl’s pussy, but she seems calmer, and to tell the truth, I’m getting off on it, too.

Then, I feel the girl’s fingers unzipping my fly, pulling out my very, very erect cock.

“What are you doing?” I whisper in a panic.

“Don’t you like it?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t,” I said.

“Then just enjoy it,” she says, stroking me. “But don’t stop with your finger.”

She is just too damned close for comfort. Her perfume swirls over me, I feel her soft lips kissing my neck. Her firm grip strokes my cock harder and faster and all I can do is finger fuck her back.

I’m in a total fog, and her steady stroking is bringing me up to a boil. I’m on the verge of coming and that’s the last thing I want, here.

Then I hear the teacher calling me, and I look up.

“Do you know the answer or what?” she asks.

For a moment, I don’t even know the question, I feel the constant stroking under the table, and I mumble something that seems to satisfy the teacher.

I grab the girl’s hand.

“You have to stop,” I whisper.

“Why?”

“You just have to,” I say, and drag my other hand free from her pussy, as wet as it is.

I stopped it in time, right on the edge of cumming and focus again on the teacher and the lesson.

I do not see the girl when she ducks under the table. I only feel her mouth on my cock, licking and sucking, a bit too nosy, again drawing some curious looks from the other students, still not aware of what is transpiring but on the verge

And I’m also on the verge of cumming and I have no way to make it stop.

When I come in her mouth I moan, but nobody seems to notice, and when the girl’s head reappears she is wiping away the cum she hasn’t managed to swallow.

She kisses my cheek.

I’m sure I’m blushing.

“Maybe for tomorrow’s class we can actually fuck,” she whispers, giving my cokc another squeeze as she smiles at me.

 

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