You don't know what it is but something about that smile Ms. Cabitza flashed you is alluring. Maybe it was just her usual smile that she gives to all the senior boys in the class. But you can't help replaying it in your head anyway.
Everyone is reading and writing from text book exercises now and Ms. Cabitza is strolling slowly round the room, peering over student's shoulders and monitoring their work. You watch her secretly as she walks between the desks. You gaze at her long dark hair which drapes her face. You smile when you saw her full, dark Italian lips curve up in a smile. Her slightly broad ass strains against the tight denim of her jeans as she moves.
Shit. You quickly dip your head down to your book as she glances up at you and meets your eye for a second. Damn. You can't help blushing as you force your eyes to read your textbook. You smell perfume now, a subtle scent, reminds you of lavendar. You glance up and see that she is standing behind you now, leaning slightly over your shoulder, her scent wafting down to your nostrils.
"How's it going ?" She asks quietly, her face almost down next to yours. You turn your eyes quickly back to your book, very conscious of how close she is to you.
"Ahhh..yeah..alright" you murmur, hoping that she can't see you blushing.
"Did you have a question before?" She asks from just behind you. "Seemed like you were trying to get my attention before?" She speaks quietly and as you glance around it seems the rest of the class is continuing on, unable to hear the soft conversation between you both.
"Let's see how your pronounciation is going, " you can feel her warm breath against the back of your neck as she speaks in a subdued voice.
"Speak this phrase for me."
"Sorry Ms. Cabitza," you say. "Which one?"
You suddenly feel the warm flesh of her breasts press into your back as she leans down closer. Her face comes down, right next to yours and she underlines the print in your textbook with a smooth, delicate finger. Her perfume is strong now and fills your nose enticingly. Her two globes of flesh are pressed out against your back and you can feel the warmth of her emanating even through both your shirts. The olvie tinted skin of her gently smiling face is only inches from yours. Her eyes move back and forth between your eyes and the textbook opened on your desk.
"Just quietly," she murmurs to you, almost whispering, and you can feel her breath tickle your cheek. "We don't want to disturb the rest of the class."
You turn your head slightly to hers and speak the Italian phrase quietly. Her red lips glisten as she smiles.
"Va bene."
She is not the best looking woman you have ever seen but she must be one of the sexiest! You feel a warmth in your crotch. |