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What a day yesterday was! Ms Stein’s come-on had me hard all night until I finally did tuck it into those sexy smelling knickers of hers and then dreamed all night of what possibilities there were with this hot lady. But reality soon sank back in as I still had to go into her class. I wondered how she was going to react.On my way to History, I spotted her coming out of the staffroom and she glanced at me and then turned away, heading to class. I caught up behind her in the crowd. The old school wasn’t really designed for the number of kids it had, and there was some hold up ahead, so the crowd came to a halt, all crowded together shoulder to shoulder.Ms Stein was right in front of me near the wall in the corridor – why not I thought? I reached out with my hand in the crowd and fondled her firm bum cheek. She didn’t even flinch! Didn’t look around; nothing! She had to feel it! I squeezed and massaged a little more – if anything she was pushing back at me.She was unbelievable and I was hot for her again. Sidling over half a step I now had my hardening cock brushing against her bum. You didn’t get to feel it yesterday Janette, but you can feel it now! The barest movement had her nestling my cock in her crack as I stood seven inches taller than her in the crowd, looking escort beylikdüzü over her head and pretending to wait for the delay to end. Soon we were moving around a corner and there was the classroom. She still didn’t acknowledge me at all damn her!She walked in ahead of me, “Sorry people. Some goose dropped his books again!”General chuckling met the comment as she went to her desk and I turned to my usual seat only to find it being used. I quickly grabbed the first seat at the front near the door. My cock was still straining at the front of my pants. Ellen Brooks, the sixteen-year-old cute blonde foreign exchange girl, was looking closely and caught my eye. Embarrassing!I sat and started organising my stuff when Ms S said, “Given the quality of some of the research in the last assignment, I’ve decided to give you a spot quiz today. Texts on the floor please as I hand the test out. Don’t turn the test over until you are told.” She was already going down the rows placing sheets on desks. Starting on the far side, I was the last to get the paper. She brushed past my shoulder as she dropped it in front of me, “You may begin – you have forty-five minutes of silent working time.”She walked back to her desk and sat down. I turned the page escort akbatı over and there attached to the top corner was a sticky note, “Mark, please see me after class regarding your homework,” and it was signed, Ms Stein. It was so innocent – any kid in class seeing it would think I was in trouble and they’d probably be laughing. I quickly tore it off and stuffed it in my shirt pocket and then I looked up at her. She was watching me the whole time.What was she doing? I’d finger-fucked her yesterday and wanked into her panties last night. You’d think she’d be a little embarrassed but here she was pushing it harder. Weird. I tried to concentrate on the history test, but my mind wasn’t on it. Every time I glanced up, she seemed to be sitting there watching me. From my position, I could see around her desk and up her thigh because of the way she had her legs crossed. Was that more stocking top? She was bloody well teasing me!The test finished and that was the period done. I started to get up to leave figuring I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of taking control, but she commented, “Mark, please wait a moment – I need to discuss your homework.”She wasn’t letting me escape easily and the last few of the class passed me by smiling as I sat escort beylikdüzü back down. Again, Ellen Brooks slowed down as she got up and walked past. She smiled and quite obviously tried to look down into my lap again. I could nail that piece of arse – that cute European accent might stop if my cock was in her throat. I waited.The torture continued as Ms S went about the room collecting the papers until we were alone in the room and, as she got to my desk, she moved past me and closed the door and I think she flipped the latch to lock. She turned back to me, looking me straight in the eyes. “I think we need to have a little chat, Mark,” she said as she pulled out the chair next to mine and sat facing me, that cleavage jumping out of the undone buttons of her blouse.At last, there was a slight hint of her nerves as she looked down and hesitated, “About yesterday… as a teacher, and a professional, it should not have happened. I am sorry that I put you in that situation… and I hope you will understand that it can never happen again.” This last came in almost a whisper. My nerves were gone now as I watched her lose her nerve while she spoke.”Well, Miss, I understand,” I began, “that it was difficult for you with an older student in the class. But I accept that I also contributed to the situation yesterday because I find you so attractive.”She smiled at the compliment, and because she thought I understood what she was doing in back-pedalling out of the situation. “But I don’t know that I am prepared to give up on History just yet, Janette.”