Teacher

[Sergentmajor]

Out of the window of the withered old building the groundsman drew straight lines as he mowed the lawns. I looked at my pupil with the same hidden feelings as usual. Jasmine was the appearance of complete innocence, a blank slate to write upon. Her just new woman"s figure, her bright eyes, her look of student-like discernment and her wrinkle-free complexion held in hidden wonder for this world weary forty year old man.

I flicked open the ee cummings love poetry book and we began to discuss the qualities in form and content, the grammar free syntax, the passion inherent in the writing and the underlying cynicism of the writing, expressed tragically as it were through poetic discourse.

But my eyes rested on her skirt, and while I read, the words trickled over my vision of the skirt being gently raised, exposing the plump young pussy beneath stretched white fabric. Jasmine was forever flirting with me in these one to one tutorials. But usually the lesson just ended and once again my career safe from risk. After I finished reading, Jasmine looked at me her eyes full of gratitude :"May I ask you something?" she said. "Yes of course" I said feeling the atmosphere in the room perceptibly thicken.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Sergentmajor]

Jasmine walks behind me, her almost school-girl shiny locks catching a shimmer of sunlight. Her question hangs like a humming bird, hardly real in this room creaking with books. I feel myself about to shake off the years, like an old coat, which I am realising has not kept me warm for quite some time. "He's a natural poet" I hesitate, "no frills... I like him because he is beyond age..." I trail off seeing her looking at me, "Cum said he" a line of playful poetry seeming quirkily apt in my mind. She"s looking at me, eyes big with possible surrender, my dark secret somehow trapped on her lips. "Jasmine I..." I clear my throat and speak not. She momentarily pushes her head forward and lets it slide back again unsure or afraid of how to proceed. My eyes drift to her soft thighs and the book she has rested on the desk. I rise up to my full height tremors convulsing invisibly through my body, my head reeling from solvent abuse, from the smell of her, wafting, wafting from her hair and her body. "I want you...don"t be afraid". A smile arches like a gymnast across her face and she stands and waits, her breasts swollen beneath her blouse, lost in the new musk of me. "I can"t be your teacher...it"s not fair on either of us" I hold her lapping gaze as I might be transfixed by a little fishing boat on a massive ocean, her high cheek bones, her ass sweet as a nut, her thudding heart joining in groaning ritual with my own. I reach towards her face and move her curls, she yields to my touch and a new heat jumps from her neck, radiating the spirit of the song which has lured me to the rocks. In a moment I am kissing her there like a man who drinks water to quench a raging thirst. Pulling away her blouse and my shirt in perfect synchrony. Watching her hard untouched breasts bouncingand swinging into view, unfastening her bra and releasing her fantastic cargo, kissing her in the soft places behind her ears with the delicacy of distant thunder, sliding off her skirt and panties and watching them drop to the floor as she steps out of them, with instinctive grace and longing. I rid myself of my clothes and my strangled cock comes free like the bough of a ship as it sails towards the harbour. The two of us now naked, apart, in my office, her with an expression of pure consenting innocence and the book of poetry closed on the table.

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Sergentmajor]

Jasmine's touch seemed so knowing and yet so new. She brushed an erect nipple against me and I shivered. She began stroking me and half of me would have been content to see her face as I sped to my crescendo, but I wanted to pleasure her. She asked me if I wanted more and the question arose strumpet -like infront of my eyes. "In a moment you little darling" I said.

I cup her breasts again and far off a door slams in a corridor. Outside, the muted drone of the groundsman's mower still seems to whir through my mind. I slide down her arctic white body and move her to my desk, in an automatic movement she sits down, legs apart, her beautiful buttocks tautly splayed, the book of poetry just behind. I look into her beautiful eyes : "Would you mind reading to me I asked?" breathily, and she nods, trembling now with excitement. She picked up the book and began to read. I opened her legs wider, so that her pussy began to open like a beautiful orchid infront of my face, the clitoris a hard little nub. Gently I lick and tongue her, and as she reads her voice falters and tremors as the exquisite feelings, rush from her softly licked cunt to her brain. As she reads I deepen the tongue strokes and sometimes she stops mid-sentence and cusses, before continuing at a slightly higher pitch. I reach up with my free hands and squeeze and roll her nipples between my fingers. She is moaning and egging me on I have forgotten where I am. I look up, my face and chin sodden from her juices, and look into my pupil's face sedated with ectasy, the book held limply by her side. "I'm gonna fuck you so gently baby" I say my voice at once rasping,thick,carnal and tender, almost I feel on the verge of tears.

 

[dansemajik]

OOC: So Sorry. I was in the midst of moving. I love it though...Let me know if you want to write together on another ok? You two are doing great on this one.
Danse.