0 comments/ 41407 views/ 6 favorites 15 Minutes By: Lady_Murasaki Musical accompaniment: Gorillaz, Demon Days, Last Living Souls ---------------------------------------------- We are taking a break, and you are sitting in the guest chair of my cubicle. You're wearing those streaked blue jeans that I like so much. I am so use to seeing you in shirt and tie and thus the tight black t-shirt is distracting, not only because it is tight but because it is out of the norm. I wonder if you are distracted too. Usually you see me in heels and hose, a skirt and suit jacket. Do my lace edged grey leggings and grey pleated mini skirt distract you too -- distract because it is so short, because it is out of the norm. We are shooting the bull far and wide when you ask me 'What would you do with 15 minutes without consequences'. I know you think of me as a political animal and expect me to say that I would love to be in the meeting with Mayor and Union right now. Or maybe you expect me to say that I would walk into the Exec offices and tell them how mind-numbingly stupid their timetable on this project is since we are here again on another Saturday night. But that's not what I'm thinking I'd do with 15 minutes without consequences. I'm thinking about your hair again and those thoughts lead me to other places. Rather than chasing some political intrigue, I would swivel my chair around to face you. Because you are tall (oh so much taller than I), dark and handsome, I would take your hands and pull you to your knees and situate you between my thighs. Now, with the image of you between my thighs, I find I am semi roused from this fantasy and for some reason recall a punchline of sorts that make me smile. 'Oh waiter, could I have some more napkins? A smoking hot engineer just fell in my lap and now I'm all wet.' But back to the fantasy, where we are, finally, face to face. I can look you straight in the eyes. Those dark eyes that set me a quiver when you narrow them and give me a wry smile (really, actual quivering -- freaked me out the first time it happened). But it's you hair that starts to break through these imposed office barriers. I WANT to run my hands through your hair. And I would, at last, find out how soft or wiry your hair is, as it passed under my palms (does the styling product keep it up or just in place?). I would close my fingers together, capturing your hair and gently pull up, combing your hair. Again and again. At this point I know if this wasn't just a late night fantasy that my finger tips would be twitching to touch more of you. Leaning in a bit, I imagine my left hand would gently palm your shoulder and slide back till it was cupping your shoulder blade. Then starting slowly at the right side of your forehead (on my left) with the fingertips of my right side I would trace out your hairline. Across you forehead, down the left side of your face, behind your ear. Moving so slowly, self absorbedly enjoying the tingling in my fingertips. Tracing back and around on to that small strip of skin on the back of your neck, between your hairline and your shirt collar. (Do you know that I pause everyday that I walk up behind you, as you are seated in your cube, and stare at that exposed flesh that just calls out to me to be bitten.) With my hand firmly holding the back of your neck I'd lean in further, much further -- chest to chest - and then inhale deeply at the base of you neck. What do you smell like? What do you smell like? What do you smell like? In such close quarters as we work, I still don't know what you smell like. In my fantasy, when I can finally identify your smell and after I have etched it into olfactory memory, I cock my head upward and gently suck in your earlobe. In my mouth I plan to treat this perfect lobe like my favorite candy (the ones you tease me about). Tenderly wetting and warming it (to start the chocolate melting), rhythmically sucking it (to really taste the dark, dark chocolate), swirling my tongue around it, under it, and over it (to enjoy the full mouth pleasure of it all), and with then one hard bite to begin to the finish up chewing and swallowing ( that's how to get to the intense mint that makes me gasp with that wide mouth "O" -- and hopefully you are gasping by now too). With your candy earlobe lavishly consumed, I would slightly reposition hands, and arms, and face, and then I would use my cheek to mark your cheek ( just like a cat uses the side of its face to mark its territory). Down stroke, up stroke. Down stroke, up stroke. Your smooth shaved skin and your cut close beard slipping then prickling my soft cheek would set my mouth watering and my eyes rolling up, closed tight, breathing hard and slow. Umami is the only word that comes to mind at this point as I begin to ache for more of you. At the top of the final up stroke, near your cheekbone, I would begin to trace down your hard jaw line with the tip of my nose. My breath bouncing off your skin back onto my skin hotter than when it left my body. At the center of your chin, my nose would begin to ascend till the tip of my nose met the deep round of your lower bottom lip (no doubt with a light shiver as it passed through your goatee). There I would slightly widen the part between your lips. Gently, firmly kissing those beaujolais colored lips of yours. Eventually, with my mouth open wide, my tongue would slip out to lightly lap at the under bow of your upper lip as you too opened your mouth wider, wanting more. Thinking of how long you would let be suck your bottom lip ... And then you ask me what I'm thinking about. I notice I am completely lost in thought, breathing slow and deep. So I force myself to breath normally again. And I begin to remember that I'm married and that you have a long term girlfriend. And I think that there would be consequences. You ask again, 'So what would you do with 15 minutes without consequences?' I say 'I don't have the slightest idea'. But with that lie, I begin to wonder what I could do with an hour without consequences. 15 Minutes The music blared, though pleasantly. The crowded room was bustling with scantily clad women and the handsomer men who desired them. Energy in the room was astounding yet standard for the band on stage that night. It's always been a learning curve to me when it comes to music. I love what i love when I am in the spirit to listen intently. This particular evening, every chord struck something deep within me, touching on emotions not evoked in a while...my eyes locked on yours from the point of your solo and I could then single out your instrument's sounds. The way you played that guitar was of a professional manner touched with more passion than the rest of your band. When a passion like that is evident through a stranger's fingertips, it only plays to the increased passion when one gets to know him better. I wanted to know you better. With my limited knowledge of performers and musicians, it is hard sweaty work and a break now and then for a cold one in a back room or off a back landing someplace is the thing to do. Music ended as I got up towards the bar. Whether you really felt a connection through all the eye contact was uncertain. I adjusted my dress while I waited for the bartender to pour my libation. Feeling you may have noticed the intent behind my eyes, I took the chance and asked the bartender to send one of the same to you. Name unknown, I had to work on description alone. Thankfully, you were the distinctly tall one on stage. Just in case, I also described your less than bold outfit with the blue stripes, tight button fly pants and well coifed hair and the bright, deep discerning eyes. He knew exactly who I meant before I began the description. The offering of your name followed his statement as to the attraction he watched between us all night from the time I walked in. In a curious look back at him, I smiled demurely and left with my drink. Once back in my seat, he approached me and told me there was going to be a delay in startup of the next set. He placed a cocktail napkin beside me and tapped it to draw my attention specifically to it. There it was, scribbled secretly...a demanding invitation with instructions as to how to see you privately. I vacated my seat again to entertain the message on my napkin. Scurrying through the restless crowd and jukebox music, I found the side stage door. Entering confidently so nobody would suspect I was lost, they would also not question why I was in the entertainers' quarters. A gentle rap on your door alerted you to the acceptance of your invite. It was obvious what I was doing there, yet you put a quizzical look on your face. A few long seconds after you opened the door, I stepped across that boundary. Through the threshold and into your lair. Scented candles, dim lights, and a bottle of wine waited. It was somewhat standard design for your room. Tonight, however was the first anyone took you up on the offer as it was proposed. We each had our own drink - you toasted to us and to the next 15 minutes of our lives. The wine remained unopened as we consumed multiples of our drinks. You thanked me, took my glass from my slightly shaking hand and placed both drinks on a table. Turning your full body back to me, we stepped towards one another, embraced and kissed. Not another word was spoken for the several minutes it took to absorb one another's scent and taste all over. Slight moans of delight and a couple interruptions of wet smacking sounds of body kisses and some sucking were barely audible over the background music. Before either of us knew it, our second round of shared drinks were half gone and we were half naked. bodies pressed together dictated that we become fully naked. In undressed you, you undressed me and you made sure to pause in standing again until you were confident that my pussy had been orally drained enough that you would not need to lick any nectar from my thigh by the time you stood. Once your cock pressed sensually up along my body and you were on your feet, you kissed me again with a warmth an icy drink could not deliver. Must have been my own juices to heat your mouth~long tongue-dancing exchanges had to be paused while you pressed my shoulders to guide me to your cock. What needed to be a quick blow job (based on your own time constraints) was still beyond satisfactory. You let me do as I wished between sucking and licking and your balls and your cock, as long as beautiful as could be~ The secret knock on the door (the sound matched that tapping of the bartenders fingertips beside me) let you know the crowd was restless and needed you back on stage. We dressed ourselves in a haste, you leaving your boxers on the floor and me stashing my bra into my purse... A summarizing kiss was the gentle goodbye until next show. First song of the next set was always "Josie" which you were able to subtly dedicate to me... 15 Minutes Of Distraction I'm sitting in my office, tired after a very long day. Luckily, it has been a productive one...I did not have useless meeting all day today, and my desk is almost clear. Wow, could it stay this way for a while, I wonder? I am tired, but pleasantly so. My thoughts wander away from work as I stare out the window overlooking the downtown pedestrian mall. It is late; everyone has left the building; and I see the long shadows from the setting sun streaking across to the east. It is my favorite time to be alone in my office. But tonight, I hear an unexpected noise from the hall. Probably the cleaning woman, making her way through the building. I think little of the noise and return to my fantasies. Suddenly, a shadow appears in my doorway. I look over and there you stand, smiling in on me as if you have caught me doing something naughty. My, how nice you look, so comfortable in your khakis and polo shirt - perfect for the beautiful spring weather. Without so much as a word between us, we come together. Your arms encircle my waist as I lift my face towards your lips. Oh, how warm and wet your mouth feels...how sweet the taste of your lips and tongue. A fire rushes through my body. As your hands slowly rub up and down my back, my hands find their way to your ass and I give you a quick and friendly squeeze of welcome. Your hands move to pull my sweater over my head, eager to feel my breasts. Oh, how I've waited for this! You pull my bra over my head and caress my breasts firmly, squeezing my nipples between your thumb and forefinger. I squeal in delight, and the urgency of your touch travels from my nipples to my cunt, instantly soaking my panties. I lift the shirt over your head, and then reach for your belt. It doesn't take long to remove your pants and lower your briefs so that I can have access to your dick. My right hand reaches under your balls, caressing them with just enough pressure to make you squirm. My left hand slides up your shaft from bottom to top, and circles the tip of your dick. I can't wait to get you into my mouth. I pull you over to the chair at my desk, and sit you down, legs apart, as I kneel in front of you. I lower my mouth to your cock, and flick my tongue over the tip. No, you can't put it all the way in yet...I want you to beg me to suck you! I will tease your shaft and the tip of your dick...I will nibble your balls until you beg me to take you all the way into my mouth...and when I do, you will understand the sheer pleasure that my mouth can give you! I take you all the way in. You can feel your dick hitting the back of my throat and you wonder why I don't gag. I love the sensation of your cock in my mouth - the feel, the taste - and I love to hear your moans of pleasure as your passion builds. But you have a few plans of your own, and you tell me to stop sucking you for a while. You have noticed a few items in my office and gotten a few ideas of your own. You grab the scarf from my desk - discarded there hours ago when I arrived at work. You pull me up off my knees and tell me to do as you say, or the consequences will be severe. The tone in your voice warns me not to question you. You lean me over the desk, and pull my skirt off. Next, my panties. You use the scarf to tie my hands to the legs on the desk, so that I cannot get up or even move from side to side. I am completely in your control, just as you have planned. There is a bud vase on the desk with one perfect rose in it, a gift you sent me earlier in the day. You remove the rose and rub its petals along my back, gently teasing and tickling me with its softness. The rose makes its way along my back, further and further down, until it finds my ass. Oh, what a soft feeling...those petals rubbing along my sweet butt. Ouch! That was a thorn! I jump! You laugh! "That will teach you to get too comfortable, my dear," you say. "Never forget that pain and pleasure are not so far apart!" You are finished with the rose for now, but not with me. Next, you grab the bud vase, perfectly suited for your needs. You trickle the cool water out of the vase onto my back, and it drips slowly down the slope of my back and into the crack of my ass. How cool and nice that feels! The vase is empty, and you lean over me, whispering in my ear to spread my legs for you. I do so immediately, waiting breathlessly for what will come next. I feel the vase, so cool, so hard, rubbing against my ass, down to my slit and up to my clit. Oh, how wonderful...you rub gently, and then with more intensity. The vase fits so perfectly against my cunt, and I am so wet with excitement. Please! Rub me harder! You answer my silent yearnings by placing the vase at the opening of my cunt. You lean over and tell me that you're going to fuck me with this perfect vase, just to get me ready for your dick. And then you move the vase inside me...one inch, two inches, three, four...until the entire 8 inch glass fits into my pussy! You pull it out slowly, and then shove it HARD back inside me! Oh god! What a wonderful feeling. You reach around and rub my clit with your fingers and the feeling is more than I can handle. OOOOOHHHHHHH! I scream as my body contracts in an orgasmic rush of hot cum, coating the glass vase with my juices. It takes me a few minutes to regain my sense of self, and when I do, I discover that you have taken that vase, wet with my cum, and put it inside my ass. Oh...I can't believe how quickly my passion rises again. Oh! Fuck my ass with that sweet vase...fuck me hard and fast! Slide it up as far as possible! My orgasm takes me to a new height of ecstasy... As you remove the vase from my asshole, you lean over and I can feel your dick next to my cunt. You have watched my face flush with orgasmic pleasure and you are ready to fuck me. I am ready to be fucked by your big, hard dick. You fuck me long and hard, taking enough time to enjoy the wonderful, very wet feeling of my cunt, full of pussy juice from my two previous orgasms, and filling again as you take me - yet a third time - to a new and wonderful place where only you can lead me. Your orgasm erupts inside me, and I am filled with your sweet cum... 15 Minutes to Alarm I woke up with a soft touch on the back of my neck. Dreams slowly fled and I stopped myself from murmuring. There it was again. Lips. A kiss. Right on the nub of my spine where it bumps out under my hairline. The curtains were barely holding out the dawn and everything felt soft and warm and lazy. Sean's strong arms were wrapped around me, and his breath was warm on the back of my neck. He had somehow wriggled us into the spoon position while I was sleeping. How had he managed to do that? His warm chest was pressed to my back, my pillow was replaced with his bicep, and the other arm was wrapped across my waist locking my hip in his hand. Something hard was poking into my backside like a curious creature snuffling for its lair. I flickered my eyes open and checked the clock. The green light on the square white plastic said 6:45. Fifteen minutes until the alarm went off. I shut them again, I didn't want to let him know I was awake. He was clearly trying to influence my waking mood in a certain direction, and not for the first time either. It sometimes makes me laugh how horny he is in the mornings. It's relentless, but it's nice too. Nice to be wanted that way. I regulated my breathing, kept perfectly still but, without tensing up. Sometimes I like to tease him this way. Sometimes, I pretend I am in a deep sleep as he grinds and twitches to no avail. Then, when the alarm goes off, I refuse to fuck him because I'd be late for work. I'd tell him he should have woke me earlier. He hates hearing that. Sometimes, I would make sure to put something sexy on, maybe stockings under a skirt, and let him make a tent in the bedsheets while he watched me get dressed. He'd have a frustrating day in the office trying to manage that boner. Serve him right for thinking I was just there to take care of his morning wood. Anyway, I'd always make it worth his while when he got home. I'll be honest and admit I'd be watching the clock in work too. Counting down the hours until home time. He'd have something to prove when he got home. Show me what I passed up on... Teach me a lesson. I always liked school. That's "sometimes". "Most times," those little kisses on the back of my neck bring my nipples up to meet his fingertips. Most times, that long, hot, thing rubbing in the space made between my thighs and pussy make the juices start to well. It's not easy pretending to be asleep when a gorgeous man, a man you know can play your body like a violin, starts pushing all your buttons. Most times, he does get his way. He was kissing my neck softly and his "pillow" hand was ever so slightly touching my breast through the silk of my nightie. My nipples had come out to play and he knew exactly how to bring them to stiff attention. His cock was highly active now, doing it's own thing. Sliding hot between my thighs, adjusting, poking at my pussy, adjusting, rubbing down my ass. Only my lacy panties were keeping it out. If I hadn't got them on he'd probably be fucking me already. His cock adjusted again, this time pushing against the "back" door. I could never know if it was accidental or deliberate but that blunt head randomly poking my ass-hole through the fabric gives me the naughtiest feelings. Imagine I ever let him do me that way. Most times I'm as horny as he is. I flickered open my eyes again. 6:47 Thirteen minutes... Let's do this. Usually I let him know I am awake by reaching my hand back to grab his cock and give it a hard squeeze. Just like this. Usually he gasps into my ear as I treat it rough, rubbing his head on my ass and between my legs. It gets even harder in my hand, like warm steel. Angry steel. The sensation of rough lace on his sensitive cock head makes him squeeze me tight in his arms. Usually He has my earlobe in his mouth, sucking it. I can hear his heavy breathing up close, making my own hot and heavy too. There's a wet sensation, his tongue in my ear. That makes me gasp and strain to kiss him over my shoulder. But I can't turn my head enough and he just kisses my cheek. All I can do is stick my tongue out and hope he touches it with his... He does. Usually, my pussy slushes at this point. He has one hand down the neck of my nightdress now, cupping my left breast, squeezing it gently and pinching the nipple. It throbs and swells, sending signals all over. The other hand is trying to burrow between my legs but, my knees are pulled up, frustrating his access. At the back he's starting to fuck my hand now and, with each thrust, the head slides from my ass to my pussy. One time I let him do this until he left a big gooey mess all over my ass and thighs. Not today though, I want more today. With my free hand I help him help me wriggle out of my panties. We're a great team. We have my underwear stripped in seconds. I squirm in his grip. Taking him by surprise. He's still trying to pluck the cloth off my ankles. I'm tiny compared to him, but I snarl like a wild cat as I push him onto his his back and, in the same move, straddle across him. Face to face at last. My mouth is over his, my tongue already fighting to keep his out. He pulls my nightdress halfway up my back and I feel the morning air on my bare ass. Were kissing and panting like teenagers. This is no time for languid foreplay, we both have work today. When you know each other this long. When you know each other this well you don't always have to take it slow. When time is tight you can go straight to the good bits. 06:51. This is going to be fast and dirty. I re-establish my grip on his dick and reach down with my other hand too. That one's for me. With fingertips I open up my labia gently, pull the hood off my clitoris and tease it, making it swell up into the open. It gives me the trembles. With no hands to balance I have to lean on his chest. He takes a big fist-full of my hair in one hand and holds my chin in the other, kissing me hard. My cheeks are blushing, I can feel them burning. He holds his breath as he feels something hot and wet slide over his cock head Then I slam my hips down... Hard. He gasps and rolls his eyes as my pussy swallows him right to his balls. I gasp too as I'm split open by that big, hot, thing. That feels so good but, I stop, panting, something's wrong. He's trembling and gritting his teeth. Maybe that was too much. I hold perfectly still, one false movement and he's going to come inside me then and there. The strangles expression on his face makes me laugh but it's frustrating for me to hold still with it impaling me like this. God, I want to fuck it so bad. After a dangerous few seconds his eyes open and he smiles at me. Back in control. I spread my knees a little more and start of grind down on it. Rolling from my stomach to my hips, making it move inside me. I brace my hands on his chest and move my pussy hard on his tool. I imagine I'm punishing it for being such a naughty girl. Conspiring with Sean against me like that. Making me wake up all horny and needy. I chastise it in my mind as establish my rhythm on him. Yes, I know he's cute. Yes, I know his eyes make you wet. But. I'm. The. One. In. Charge. Not. You. He pulls my boobs out of my nightdress and plays with them. I push my chest forward and we smile at each other. I'm a busty girl and he likes that. The nightdress tube-straps fall to my elbows as I bump away merrily on him. Then he digs his heels in and things start getting really crazy. He grabs my forearms as he fucks up to meet me grunting with the effort. 06:55. Double time. Triple time. I start to cry out really loud. His hips are slapping my ass and the slamming contact is banging the moans straight out of my mouth. His eyes are feasting on my bouncing tits. as My pussy is being pounded. I feel like I'm going crazy. My clit is being hammered by his pubic bone but I'm not just going to hold still and take it I push back as hard and as fast as he is. I have just enough self-control to check the clock 6:57. And I'm getting ready to come. It's his turn to surprise me and he twists me over in one powerful move. How did he do that? Now I'm on the bottom with my knees almost up to my arm-pits because he has hooked his arms in behind them. He stares straight into my eyes as he gets his balance with hands and feet. My legs are pushed both up and open stretching my pelvis to offer my womanhood to his mercy. I can't see his cock but I know it's poised and ready to strike. He drops it on me from a height hitting his target unerringly. The way he has my legs pinned makes it feel like he's going deeper inside me than ever before. My eyes roll back. My feet wave in the air as he starts to fuck me hard and fast. I'm breathing shallowly, and I groan with each thrust. I can feel my tummy twitch, throbs from my pussy are making it do that. I want to kiss him but he has his eyes closed. He's concentrating on what he's doing. He rests his chin on the top of my head and all I can do is put my mouth on his neck, feel his pulse through my lips. I know I'm going to come. I can't stop it. I start to tremble and clench. And tremble...and clench. 07:00 The alarm goes off... And so do I. The clock is beeping shrilly and mechanically and I'm coming exactly in time with it. Screaming with every beep. Pussy spasms are shocking my other muscles into movement and making me strain futilely against his strength. My clit feels like it will pop off with every pulse. My inner muscles are convulsing, alternately trying to push his cock out, or suck him completely into my body. He drives relentlessly through it, not letting me control it. There's nothing I can do, he has me pinned so tight and I'm too wet to stop him. It's a big orgasm. An earth shaker. At one point I think I'm going to faint. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and I start to relax. He's lost his rhythm now, the sheer effort is making him pant raggedly. He's laughing at me softly, he's knows I've just blown my top. I'm blushing all over my body. My face, my boobs even the insides of my thighs are burning. How dare he make me cum like that. The only thing left to me is revenge. I wriggle to tell him to fuck me harder but, he's slowing down through tiredness. I can't move too much with his arms behind my knees like this. He has me pinned so I can't get up and do to him what he has just done to me. He's staring into my eyes, savouring the feeling of his cock sliding slowly in my supine pussy. 07:05 Still in control. The alarm has given up now, probably reckoning we're dead if we didn't hear all that noise. Sean is teasing me now, fucking me slowly, he's knows I have to get up for work but he wont let me. If we had sex like that at night I'd probably be asleep with exhaustion by now, but it's morning, I'm fully rested. So he wants to make me late. Wants to make me go in there and do the walk of shame. Wants me to make up some lame bullshit about why I wasn't on time and blush under their accusing eyes, wondering if they suspected my tardiness was sex related. His game plan clearly involves holding me down and stopping me doing things to him probably in the hope that I'll get turned on again. It's a good plan but I'm not beaten. I have an idea. I start to talk to him. I stare into his eyes and tell him slowly and carefully how much I want his cum, annunciating each word. I tell him to cum in my mouth. I stick out my tongue, show him where I want it. I ask him politely if he would like to make my tits all messy. He can't help fucking me a little harder to make them bounce. I deliberately alternate the pitch of my voice, sometimes demanding with a snarl, sometimes pleading with doe eyes, for a different part of my body. I make him an offer . You let me up. And I'll let you cum on my face. He is astounded to hear me talk like that, so much so he's starting to lose it. I thrill as I see him start to shake and gasp. He doing me properly again and I feel a aftershock in my pussy as I slut-talk him. Jesus it's affecting me too. I think I could probably orgasm again if we kept it up. I begin to seriously re-think my plan. Maybe being late is not so bad after all. But, the plan is too good. He's gone over the edge. He pulls out of me, groaning, kneeling back and releasing me. Normally he finishes inside but, with that kind of talk, he obviously expects me to put my money where my mouth is. I sit up quickly and grab his dick, it's so slick it slips easily in my hand. He's groaning uncontrollably and I giggle at the noises he's making. Like a baby calf. 07:08 I'm not ready for the force of a squirt which hits me right in the face. I squeal and flinch at this, suddenly realising that I'm going to get a pasting. I close my eyes as another shot comes at me. I blindly jerk on his cock and he bellows like a bull. It's splashing everywhere, randomly firing this way and that like a garden sprinkler. I'm getting drenched, I'm definably going to have to wash my hair now. After a while his moans subside to shallow breathing. His cock is getting soft in my hand. I blink my eyes open carefully to see him staring at me like a loon. I look down to survey the damage and see splashes of glistening white fluid all over my body. On my breasts and thighs, my hand-job hand was covered. A big blob of it was dribbling down my belly-button and soaking into my pubic hair. In the glow of my post-orgasm it didn't feel at all weird or gross to me. It was cute, and kind of funny. Something dripped off my chin onto my breast. I started laughing "Jesus, how much cum did you have in there" "God, that's so hot!" He was gasping, staring at me, drinking in the sight of me splattered with his cum. How many times had he fantasised about this. I pouted at him and gathered some of the sticky goo off my breast to taste it.Thin and salty. "You like me like this." All he could do was gasp and nod. I left my finger in my mouth, like a slutty schoolgirl. "Do you think I'm pretty?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him. He made a strangled sound at the sight and his cock twitched, trying to get hard again. "Fuck. Let me take a picture." He gasped. "No!" My eyes shot wide with alarm, "Please, I won't show it to anyone." he was reaching for his phone. "No fucking way!" I shrieked as I ran for the bathroom. I scrabbled the lock on the door and leaned on it for good measure. He was begging for me to come out. I laughed and teased him through the panel. "I'll be late for work" "So what, be late." "Now Sean," I said in my primmest voice. "School starts at nine." "You know those first-graders won't teach themselves."