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Class Room Review

CLASS IS IN

Mrs. Pearl moved to the desk and smacked the ruler down hard, the loud crack filling the room and waking him up from his impromptu nap.  He jumped and looked around the room, dazed.  The others were gone?  How long had he been asleep?   His eyes landed on the teacher at last... looking her up and down before his brain could tell him to stop.

"Was I boring you?"  Her arms crossed as she looked down at him over the rim of her glasses.  Her eyes burned with anger that made him shift in his seat.

"No, I just..." his eyes avoided her, instead fixing his gaze on the hem of her pencil dress and shapely legs.

"Save it!"  She set the ruler on the desk and circled him, he swore he could feel the touch of her nails across the back of his shirt.  "You are already failing this, and it's an adult learner night class.  I wouldn't care, but you failing makes me look bad and I hate looking bad."

"Sorry.. but advanced female studies isn't really what I thought it would be."  Man had it been a surprise to find out that the class was not just learning the female body, which was one of his favorite topics.  He had pictured hot models, close up inspections, and some unexpected hook ups.

"Well I can tell the 'study' part isn't your strong suit."  Her eyes were still on him and he shifted more.

"Yeah, I guess they aren't."  He started to stand but she shoved him back down into the chair.  

"You need a little discipline."  She moved to the desk and ran her fingers through his hair, gripping tight at the scalp and jerking his head back as her other hand raked her nails along his jaw down to his neck.  "I know this class is part of your employment condition.  You fail it, you end up out of a job."  

He looked quickly into her eyes, he didn't like the look he could see there, but still he felt his cock stiffening in his jeans.  "Yes.  I've got to pass."

She ran her thumb over his lips, biting her own and then pulling him up to his feet.  "Then we will have to whip you into shape.  Do as I say and maybe you will keep that job of yours."  She turned him and dragged his head down by his hair until he was bent over with his hands gripping his chair.

"What are you doing?"  His heart raced as he gripped the chair, his head hurt from the pulling at his hair but he didn't move from where she put him.  His body trembled unexpectedly at the treatment.

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THE MASSAGE

The room was warm, music low, and the soft scent of lavender filled the air.  Mitch pulled back the sheets on the table, half hoping they wouldn't be needed.  He had seen her walking into the changing room to strip out of the modest dress she was wearing.  It did it's best to hide her shapely curves, but in the end failed.  His imagination had gone into overdrive at the idea of this conservative woman stripped down on his table.

She entered the room at last, smiling softly at him as she looked around the room for instructions.

"Take off the robe, hang it there on the wall and lay face down on the table."  His smile was soft, but his words firm.  She looked at him and chewed her lip, but then took off the robe and draped it on the hook.

Her arms went naturally to cover herself as she moved to the table, laying down and looking for something to cover herself.  "Is there a sheet or..."

"You don't need to worry about that.  We wont be disturbed here, it's just us and I will take care to be as sensitive as I can be."  His tone was soft as he took her hand hand helped her stretch out on the table."

"o..ok."  Her voice trembled just a bit, her hand was soft and smooth.  She gripped his hand more from nervous energy than the need for balance.  He had no idea why someone so naturally beautiful could be so scared to be displayed.

Mitch took his place at the head of the table, picking up the hot stones and laying one after the other along her spine.  Her pur of delight made him smile as her body noticeably relaxed.  His fingers,  now slick with oil, moved over her shoulders and neck.  His thumbs working small circles along the path of her muscles.

The smooth feel of her skin under his rough palms was almost hypnotic.  He explored her with slow intention.  Working his fingers against the muscles, smoothing them and kneading her as he took in the true beauty of the woman.  Sliding his oiled palms up to her shoulders and down her back.  His fingertips pressing along her flesh, working away the stress of the day.  He couldn't help bu notice the swell of his cock as he reached her lower back.

Moving around to the side of the bed, he took time to press the palm of his hand hard along her spine, hearing the low gasped groan of release as the muscles flattened and then loosened under his skilled touch.  He couldn't wait any longer, working his way up to her round cheeks.  She trembled as he did, but he didn't stop.  Each small motion of his fingers across her flesh made his heart race in his chest.  Though he growled when her panties stopped his exploration.  She tensed a bit and he knew she had heard it.

"I can not work your muscles fully with these on."  He didn't ask, didn't care.  Mitch hooked his fingers in her waistband and pushed her panties down her hips.  He could see her visibly shudder at the action, but he didnt stop until her panties were tossed to the floor.

Mitch straddled her legs, and watched as she gripped the top of the table with her hands and bit her lip.  Taking the oil and applying it to his hand, warming it up as his eyes roamed the curve of her cheek.  Gripping her at the knees and sliding his way up her leg.  His cock jumped and ached when his thumbs brushed across her lips, feeling the collection of moist heat gathered there.

This was going to be a very happy ending for them both.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

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