High School Encounter Part I
I walked out of the school office, visitor pass in hand, making my way to the classroom designated on the pass. I was not looking forward to today I had just left high school and I didn’t really want to go back, even if it was just for a day to promote college and my university in particular to the students. I cursed my luck as I stepped into a big puddle of water splashing cold water up my leg, I looked up at the sky wondering where the sunny skies of only a few hours ago had gone, replaced by the rain and lightning pouring down on me. I was really cold; I was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans not expecting a cold rainy day. I looked at my watch, I was early too and the classroom door was locked. I closed my eyes, thinking back to the morning, waking up curled up naked in a warm blanket, warm blood flowing with a smile on my face from the good dream I was having, climbing into the shower, warm water running down my body…I was awakened abruptly from my day dream by a passing security guard who graciously let me into the classroom out of the cold rain. I closed the classroom door behind me locking it as the security instructed so as no students could get in before the teacher had arrived. I paced the room a little, warming up while my body adjusted to the warmer classroom. I didn’t have to wait long when I heard the classroom door opening, I stopped pacing and faced the door, waiting to greet the teacher and introduce myself. When the door opened I could hear her voice, it was soft, inviting, she laughed a little and I heard her say thanks as she backed in through the door. I figured she was talking to the security guard who was telling her that he had let me in, but I found out quickly I was mistaken. She closed the door behind her, her back still to the classroom. I probably should have said something right then but I was at a loss for words, I had never had a teacher that looked like this when I was in high school. She must have been in the rain for quite sometime because her hair was soaking wet. Without even realizing it I began to quickly scan her body. She was much shorter then I, and I scanned from the floor up I realized she too must have mistaken the mornings weather and assumed it would continue, she was wearing jeans that hugged her body and my eyes lingered a moment on her perfectly shaped butt. I could feel my pants tighten as my cock started to grow. She was wearing a very light colored top, that was literally soaked, but it may as well have been white cause I could clearly see her bra strap through the back of her shirt. I was literally entranced, I tried again to open my mouth to say hi, but I was cut off by her. Just perfect she muttered to herself, I cant wear this in front of my students. I realized quickly she was talking to herself and with her back to most of the classroom she still had not noticed I was there. I tried desperately to say something, but I couldn’t, all I could manage to do was stare. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she quickly took off her soaked top. What was wrong with me, I blushed a deep red as I knew I was about to get caught as she begin to turn around wet shirt in her hand wearing nothing but a bra and skin tight jeans, it was as if each moment was a lifetime as she turned around to walk towards her desk. I took a mental image of each moment etching her figure into my mind every frame as she turned, as if I was examining individually the pages in a flipbook. As she turned completely around facing out into the room her eyes met mine. She just stood there for a moment staring at me, I was expecting her to scream, or run, or cover up, but she didn’t, she just stood there, her dripping shirt in her hand. I looked at her up and down, her perfectly formed breasts barely held back by her skimpy bra. Almost a full minute had passed and neither of us said a word or made a sound. I started to say something, to break the awkward silence between us, but she stopped me, walking closer, and holding her finger up to my lips to silence me, the second her finger touched my lips I quivered a little, I was extremely aroused my cock hard against my pants, I hoped she couldn’t tell, and I tried readjusting my pants a little as she walked by, but I could tell by the awkward, almost seducing grin on her face, she already knew. She brushed passed me purposely letting her body brush against mine and running her finger from my lips down the front of my shirt. I stared at her as she walked past me toward the door only a few steps away. I tried to speak again, but I couldn’t, it was as if she had some sort of power over me, all I could do was stare in amazement and try desperately to conceal my raging hard cock that was throbbing in my pants begging to be released. Walking straight to the door I watched tentatively as her hand reached up towards the door handle, I panicked, but only for a moment, thinking maybe she had intended to call for help, but it was quite the contrary, her hand reached gently up and turned the lock, the slight click breaking the otherwise total silence of the classroom. She turned around and smiled, her back against the door and looking dead into my eyes, she bit her lower lip a little and I watched as her eyes scanned down my body stopping on my pants, and the smile on her face widened as she realized just how aroused I was. She took a step back towards me pushing her body against mine, and forcing me back. I knew I could resist, I was much bigger and probably stronger then her, but I didn’t want to, she had total and completely control, I was powerless I left myself completely and quite literally in the palm of my hands.



