Sweat beads on my neck. Heart hammers as I stand by Albert’s desk in the school secretary’s office. No panties today. His eyes lock on my legs. ‘Madame Nathalie, I’d give anything to feel if those are real stockings.’ Voice shakes. I bolt, but tomorrow, craving the risk, I return. Pulse races. His hand hovers near my hip. I sign slow, feet apart, arching back. Deal struck: he covers study hall, I let him touch. Fingers slide up thigh, past lace garters, to bare skin. No fabric barrier. Thumb presses my slick pussy lips. Heat floods me. I contract, wetter. He vibrates gently. I push down, index slips in. Hot, wet slide. Thrusts build fire in my spine. I pull away before clit touch explodes me. Rush to bathroom, fingers plunge deep, orgasm rips through.
Days blur into ritual. I sign beside him, camber hips. Hand dives straight to naked heat. Fingers wriggle like fish, parting folds. Thumb circles entrance. I relax, crave deeper. Pre-excitement soaks me. He fingers slow, I lean on desk, throat tightens. Orgasm coils but I flee, clit untouched. He sucks his finger later, I bet.
The Fever
Morning tram too early. School nearby. Shoe store beckons. New salesman on threshold, artist eyes, white apron. Half hour to kill. Jupe wide, swirling. I enter. He shows heels. I hike skirt over knees, bare feet. Heart quickens. He kneels, fumbling ankle strap. Lifts my foot. Skirt rides to garter lace. Panic spikes. No panties. He sees? ‘Such elegant ankles… legs of a thoroughbred.’ Poetic bullshit. I freeze on bench, gripping edges. Skirt up. Vulnerable. ‘Let go!’ But he holds, eyes devouring. Street noise outside. Can’t scream. Kick fails. Foot presses his belly, then lower. Hard cock throbs under fabric.
Breathe deep. Negotiate. He chats nudes at art school, craves dressed eroticism. ‘Show me your stocking lace.’ I tease higher. Foot grinds his bulge. He begs for panty glimpse. ‘What if none?’ Shock. ‘Impossible.’ Bet: show cock, I flash. He unzips. Straight teen dick springs out. My sole covers it, toes dance on glistening head. Skirt up slow. Knees tight. Then rip high. Hips bare, bush thick black, pussy lips puffy wet. He stares, hand flies on shaft. I spread wide. Cunt opens, juices gleam. Belly clenches, pushes forward. Urgency burns.
The Blaze
Cock pulses under toes. Then free it. He jerks furious. My thighs quake, exposure total. Clit throbs untouched. His grunts build. Cum erupts, ropes on handkerchief. He collapses. I snatch shoe, flee. Legs jelly.
Study hall now. Kids fake study. My letter to you, Caroline. Pussy clenches reading my words. No panties thrill lingers. Skin still hot. Albert’s deal seals freedom. Salesman’s gaze haunts. Risk owned me. Control slipped, but I reigned. Pulse slows. Glow remains. Unique fire burned clean.