Chapter 21 I Want My Student

• Without saying anything I took his finger out of my mouth and dropped to my knees, putting my sweater over my head throwing it on the sink nearby, happy to see him looking at me with envy, then unhooked my bra, my breasts fell, I took it off and it took the same path as the sweater. He admired me as if frozen, while I undid his jeans and quickly pulled down his zipper, eager to see his penis. I pulled down jeans and briefs in the same movement to the knee and his cock, long, straight, without foreskin jumped under my nose, swollen to the limit, jumping with each beat of his heart. I began to salivate like a starving woman while watching him throb, also looking at his testicles which hung very low, without any hair, without hair either on the pubis or on the thighs, they were smooth and soft like a woman's legs. It surprised me that he shaved his legs but I liked it. I never liked men who were too hairy. My heart was beating fast as I pushed my hair back, feeling my breasts swinging and the ceramic tiles tearing my stockings, too bad.
• So looking Pierre straight in the eyes I took my breasts, lifted them and wedged his penis between them. They surrounded him completely, my hardened and sensitive nipples touched each other and I began to masturbate him like that while he caressed my head gently and with each return between my breasts my tongue came to lick the tip of his glans which was reddening Already.
• And that's when I saw in one of the large mirrors above the sinks, feet in the toilet cubicle, just behind us, the door of which was closed. My heart jumped, my blood ran cold, and I recognized Mia's lime green sneakers with white flowers. God, it had to be one of my students too, at the time all I could think about was running away, if she talked about it I would lose my job, not to mention the embarrassment, my embarrassment once in front of the director. My cheeks got so hot you could have boiled an egg in them. But I saw that she didn't move, she was listening, perhaps she was masturbating, or that she was simply waiting for us to finish. And I, panicked, continued my back and forth movement, fingers buried in my breasts. My heart wanted to come out of my chest, then I told myself that since we hadn't said anything until now, maybe Thérèse didn't know who we were, unless I looked and I would certainly have seen her do it. It must have excited him to hear us, to guess what we were doing and strangely, thinking about that excited me even more. I felt like I was walking a tightrope, but on the other hand, Mia was leaving school as soon as she got out of here and the others were probably all gone already, so….