
Alice (f-solo, exhibitionism, student/teacher)
(C) Copyright 1998 by Petrailus <petrailus@gmail.com>

First posted January 8, 2000 on alt.sex.stories.moderated under
"Wolfdog <wolfdog@nym.alias.net>" (an old alias of mine).

Last Revised: June 19, 2009
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read it if you are underage or if such material is offensive to
you. The characters in this story are fictional. Any resemblance
to real people is entirely coincidental. Permission is granted to
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I'm a 45 year old divorced college professor. I'm tenured, and
have been teaching for nearly forever. I teach history. It's a
subject that most of my students take because they must. They
consider it the lesser of evils. We once had a history major, but
it got canceled when the president realized that we were only
graduating two or three people each year. That's also when they
got rid of the other full time history professor.

I actually enjoy my job. It's boring at times, but I can more or
less do what I want. I don't have to spend a lot of energy
preparing for class. History doesn't change very much and neither
do the interpretations that we bring to the lower level courses.
I try to stay well read and interested, but it's entirely for my
own benefit. Mostly my days are quite routine and predictable.

My wife left me almost ten years ago. I foolishly had an affair
with a woman I met at a conference. I deceived myself into
believing we would live happily ever after. Alas, it turned out
that she was married too. It was really rather pathetic.

When I'm not teaching or reading in the library, I enjoy
concerts, gardening, photography, and hiking. I try to keep
myself in good shape with regular work outs. I use the college's
gym, much to the amusement of my students. They kid me about my
gut or my legs but the truth is that I'm in better shape than
many of them.

This particular semester started more or less like any other. I
greeted the students in my usual, routine way, and handed out all
the usual, routine paperwork. Everything unfolded exactly as it
has before. I've taught my classes so many times that I could
probably do it in my sleep.

It was about four weeks into the semester when I got an email
message from one of my freshman American History students named
Alice. "I could use a little help with the reading assignment,"
she wrote. "I have some questions about it." I often get email
from students so there was nothing particularly odd about Alice's
message. I wondered what kind of questions she had. I replied
with an invitation to stop by my office later that afternoon.

Alice arrived right on schedule. She was dressed very smartly,
but conservatively. She had on a light blouse with dark pants and
a dark jacket. The color of her jacket contrasted strikingly with
her long, blond hair. I indicated a chair, and as she sat down
she took out her glasses and her notes.

Alice's work was steady, but not exceptional. She wasn't sure
about some of the questions at the end of the reading, but she
seemed to understand my explanations well enough. "I'm glad you
came by," I said and she seemed pleased. "It's good to try and
get these issues cleared up before class. It will make the
discussion in class easier to follow and you'll get more out of
it."

She smiled. "I just wanted to come by and see your office anyway.
I figured you'd have a very nice office."

I laughed. "Well," I said with a wave of my arm. "What do you
think?"

"I like your pictures," she said getting up to take a closer look
at them. "Did you take them?"

"Yes, I did," I replied, feeling a bit of pride coming into my
voice.

We ended up spending a good fifteen minutes talking about
photography. It turned out that she had done a little modeling
and that she knew something about the technical side of that
business too.

"You'd make a lovely model," I told her. She smiled warmly.

The next day, I received an email message from Alice thanking me
for helping her and for spending time showing her my pictures. I
replied saying that no thanks were necessary and that she should
feel free to stop by my office any time.

A couple of days later, while I was in the gym working out, I saw
Alice running on one of the treadmills. She waved when she saw me
and I returned her gesture before heading over to the weight
machines. I was a little surprised to see her there since I had
never seen her working out before. Yet people are always coming
and going in the gym. There was nothing particularly unusual
about that.

As I worked out, I found myself stealing glances her way. She was
extremely sexy in her skin tight leotard. She had a thin, lithe
body with pert, teenage breasts. Her hair was tied back in a
ponytail to expose well toned shoulders and arms. She had the
treadmill up fairly high and was moving along at a rather good
clip. I could see the sweat glistening on her brow. I could also
see her erect nipples clearly outlined against the fabric of her
leotard. I hadn't realized what a great body she had, and I found
myself wondering what she looked like without that leotard.

Later in class, I lectured on the political situation in the
American colonies. I tried to relate the historic events to the
current activities around the world. The discussion was fairly
lively and I felt pleased. I also felt distracted by Alice in the
back row. She didn't say anything but for some reason the image
of her tight leotard stretched over her hard nipples kept coming
to my mind. That night, at home in my bed, I masturbated to that
image.

The next day I found a message from Alice waiting for me in my
electronic mailbox. "I noticed you watching me in the gym
yesterday," was all it said.

"Damn," I thought. I composed a careful reply. I didn't want to
deny what was obviously true, but I also didn't want to get
myself into trouble. I knew of faculty members who routinely
preyed on their students for sexual favors, and that practice
disgusted me. Besides, tenure or no, sexual harassment was taken
very seriously by the college administration.

"You are a very striking woman," I wrote after much deliberation,
"and I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't notice you.
However, I don't want you to think that I was trying to act
inappropriately. I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable, and I hope
you will not feel uncomfortable with me in the future."

Around noon that day, I got a reply from her that said, "I wasn't
uncomfortable at all. Actually, I liked it. I noticed you too.
You're a sexy man."

Was she coming on to me there? After a a minute of reflection, I
dragged her message to the trash can and forgot about it. But
that night I thought again about her firm breasts bouncing
suggestively as she jogged on the treadmill machine.

The next day Alice wasn't in class. That struck me as a bit
unusual. Hadn't she always been there before? I couldn't
remember. I wondered what she might have been doing. Late that
afternoon I got an email message from her. "I'm sorry I wasn't in
class," she said. "I don't like missing your classes, but
something came up. Can I stop by your office and find out what I
missed?" I felt my hands shaking slightly as I composed my reply.
"Calm down," I told myself.

When she came to my office I gave her the reading assignment and
a copy of my notes. I was very professional. "Thanks," she said
as she packed the material into her notebook. Then, just as she
was about to leave she added, "I want you to know, by the way,
that I wasn't uncomfortable the other day in the gym."

"I'm glad," I muttered with a nod.

She looked at me for a long moment. "I like it when guys look at
my body."

"You have a nice body," I said without thinking.

She smiled. "Maybe I'll see you in the gym again sometime!"

"Maybe." I said.

The next day I could hardly think straight. Part of me hoped that
I would see her again in the gym. Part of me was just plain
scared shitless by the idea. By the time I actually went for my
workout, I felt as nervous as a teenager on his first date.

When I didn't see her right away, I felt a mixture of relief and
disappointment. Then I saw her. She was on one of the bench press
machines on the other side of the room. She was wearing a
different leotard; a black leotard that contrasted in an
intensely sexy way with her blond hair and fair skin. My palms
broke into a sweat but I tried to be casual and pretend that I
didn't really see her.

After she had done her sets on the bench press machine, she
noticed me and waved. I smiled briefly in return, but my heart
was pounding. Why was this woman having such a strong effect on
me?

As I worked out I watched Alice now and then out of the corner of
my eye. Her leotard seemed to hug her sleek body like a second
skin. I could see every contour of her breasts, buttocks, and
hips clearly outlined. Once Alice caught me looking at her. She
winked and I smiled before I discretely turned my attention back
to my work. Then I noticed that Alice seemed to be going out of
her way to position herself in my view. Sometimes she worked on
the machine next to mine and sometimes she worked on the machine
across the room. In every case I could see her just by looking up
in a very natural and inconspicuous way.

While I was working on the bicep machine, Alice decided to work
on the bench press machine. She lay down on the bench and spread
her legs slightly so that she could put her feet on the floor.
From my vantage point, I got a clear view of her legs and crotch.
I fancied that I could even see the slit between her legs
outlined by her tight leotard. I decided to do an extra set on
the bicep machine and when I got up I caught another wink from
Alice.

The next morning I found an email message in my mailbox from her.

"Did you like looking at me?" she asked. "Are you going to come
and look at me again?"

"You were teasing me," I typed my reply. "And you are an
exhibitionist! But yes, I will probably come and look at you
again. Especially since you seem to enjoy it so much. I just need
to be discrete."

A couple of hours later, I got a reply.

"I am an exhibitionist. Being looked at gets me hot. Don't worry,
it will just be our little game. I don't want to ruin it by
getting you in trouble."

Shit. I wasn't sure where this was heading, but I was very sure
that I shouldn't be playing this game with one of my students.
Yet it was intensely exciting to think about Alice getting hot.

Later in the afternoon I got another message from her. "Did you
like my black leotard?" she said. "I picked it out hoping that
you were going to be there. I have a couple of other ones that I
can wear. You'll have to tell me which is your favorite."

The next time I went to the gym, Alice was already there and
seemed very much engrossed in her workout. I began my workout in
the usual, routine way and didn't pay too much attention to her
at first. She didn't bother to greet me, which felt appropriate
and comfortable. Yet as before she seemed to position herself to
make it easier for me to watch her without it being obvious that
I was doing so.

She was wearing a light blue leotard that seemed to be much
higher on her hips than the black one. The fabric was slightly
sparkly and that made her body seem to shimmer as she moved. I
loved watching her breasts jostle beneath the fabric.

"So what did you think?" she asked in email the next day.

"Nice," I replied, "but then I think you would look nice in
almost anything. You are very attractive. I admit that I still
like the black one better. Did it get you hot knowing that I was
watching you?" I asked.

She replied in only about thirty minutes. "Yes I did get hot.
Just knowing that you were there looking at me made me wet. I'm
glad you think I'm attractive. I think you are attractive too."

Class that day was uneventful. Alice was there, as usual, in the
back. She was dressed in her usual, routine way. The discussion
was lively and I managed to stay focused on my teaching very
well. But that night I masturbated while thinking about Alice
getting wet.

The next time at the gym she had on a green leotard that seemed
to be in the same style as the black one. It was a dark, forest
green and it looked very nice. I could easily see her erect
nipples through the fabric. The thought that I was arousing her
by looking at her turned me on as well. I had trouble focusing on
my workout.

"I liked the green leotard better than the blue one I think," I
wrote to her, "but I still like the black one the best." I paused
and then typed, "I liked the green leotard because I could see
your nipples through it."

I didn't get a reply from her for quite some time. I started to
worry. I didn't want to ruin our game by making her feel like so
much meat in a meat market. Yet she had said she was an
exhibitionist. After a few hours I started to worry that she was
in the dean's office lodging a complaint about me. Finally, at
the very end of the day I got a message from her. I anxiously
opened it.

"I have something special planned for tomorrow," was all she
said.

The next day I had trouble focusing on my classes. It seemed to
me that the time for my workout would never come. Finally, I
headed over to the gym at my usual time. I got changed and almost
rushed up to the room with the machines. Luckily hardly anyone
was there. Yet Alice was there. She saw me and we made brief eye
contact, but she didn't seem to acknowledge me. She was wearing
dark blue riding shorts and a cut-off tank top that exposed her
muscular midriff from her navel up to the bottom part of her rib
cage. Her top was really just a cloth draped over her breasts; it
was completely open from below.

When she moved toward one of the machines, her breasts jostled
making it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she got onto
the pec machine, her top stretched back over her breasts and her
very erect nipples poked through the thin fabric with astonishing
clarity. I could even see her aureoles outlined against her top
and I could follow every contour of her upturned, slightly
pointed tits.

I could hardly keep my eyes off of her, and I wasn't alone. I
think every man in the room followed Alice as she moved from
machine to machine. When she raised her arms to work the overhead
bar, we all wondered if her top would ride up to expose her
breasts entirely. When she lay down on the bench press we all
wondered if we could catch the curve of her breasts peeking out
from under the bottom of her top. When she jogged on the
treadmill, we all watched her breasts shake and sway freely. She
often closed her eyes for extended periods of time, and I knew
she was doing that just to make it easier for the rest of us to
stare.

"You were very sexy today," I wrote to her before leaving that
afternoon. "You have beautiful breasts and I loved watching them
move under your clothes."

In the morning when I arrived at work, there was a message from
her. "I'm glad you liked my show," she replied. "I wanted to
display myself to you, but all those other people were there so I
couldn't. I still want to show myself to you. How can I do that?"

I gulped. This game was starting to get intense and I wasn't sure
how to handle it. I took a deep breath and wrote a simple, one
line response. "Come to my office this afternoon at 5:00pm and
we'll discuss it."

It was difficult to concentrate on history. Then, when she didn't
reply, I worried again that I had overstepped my bounds. Alice
was in class in her usual, routine way, and I managed to get
through class without embarrassing myself. I looked at her a few
times as I lectured, but I couldn't read her expression.

Finally the appointed time arrived. I seriously considered
leaving at 5:00 like I usually do, but I waited. One minute, two
minutes, three minutes passed and nobody came to my office door.
The hallway was quiet and deserted.

Then suddenly I heard a soft knock at the door, but the pounding
of my heart seemed to almost drown it out. "Come in." I said. It
was, of course, Alice. "Hello!" I said trying to muster as casual
a tone as I could. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew that
I had to treat this meeting as normally as I could.

Alice did not reply. She quickly sat down on the chair opposite
my desk. She looked at me. I looked at her. Our eyes meet and
there was a tense silence. Then, she swiftly began unbuttoning
her blouse. I swallowed and watched, hardly daring to move.

She undid first one button, then another, then a third. With each
button her blouse hung progressively more and more loosely on her
shoulders. She closed her eyes, and then with a sudden, forceful
gesture, she tore open her blouse exposing her delightful breasts
to my eyes. There was nearly absolute silence in the room. Only
the sound of her ragged breathing distracted me from the view.

Her young breasts were small yet surprising full. Her nipples
were bright pink and stood out fully erect. I was amazed at the
size of her nipples; they were as large as pencil erasers and
contrasted greatly with the daintiness of her breasts.

She arched her back to thrust her breasts toward me, but she kept
her eyes closed. I wanted so much to reach out and touch her or
lick her, but I didn't move. How much time passed like that I
couldn't tell. It seemed timeless. Finally---it might have been
only a few seconds or maybe a few minutes---she closed her shirt
and started buttoning it up again. She looked at me, holding my
gaze, and making deep eye contact.

"Thank you," she said softly. I nodded. And with that she left as
suddenly as she had come. The stillness of the late afternoon
enfolded me.

The next day I had a message from Alice waiting for me in my
mailbox. "Did you like that as much as I did?" she asked. I
considered my response carefully. "You have an exquisite body,
Alice, and I love looking at you as much as you seem to love
showing off. I'm glad you want to show me your body. Will you
show me more?"

I didn't get any more messages from her that day. Instead I had
to attend several faculty committee meetings of one sort of
another. They were boring, of course. By the time I packed up my
things to go home, I had almost forgotten about my dialog with
Alice.

However, the next day, I had a message waiting from her that got
my attention. "What part would you like to see next?" she asked.
It was a challenge, and I didn't want to let her down. Yet I was
still worried about going too far. This game was getting very
intense and I didn't want to make a mistake now. I paced around
in my office for a few minutes before composing my reply. Then
finally I sat down at my computer. "Show me your pussy," I wrote
back.

I got my reply by noon. "Do you want to see my pussy because you
want to see how wet I become when you look at me and how hard my
clit gets?"

This was getting good. "You know I do," I wrote back. "Show me
your wet pussy, Alice, and your hard clit. I want to see. Come to
my office this afternoon at 5:00 and show me."

It was a challenge to teach that afternoon with Alice in the back
of the room. Her expression was bland, but whenever I looked at
her, I found myself thinking---even if for just a fleeting
instant---of her wet pussy. It was too much. Shortly after class,
I got a message from Alice. I opened it with trembling hands.
"I'll be there." was all it said.

I worked out that afternoon to distract myself and to pass the
time. I knew that I really needed to be grading some papers, but
that wasn't going to be possible. I could hardly wait for the end
of the day to come. As before, Alice was a bit late. But this
time I knew she would come. "Yes?" I called out innocently when I
heard her knock at my door. She came in wearing a nice blouse and
a short skirt.

"Hello." I said, but as before she was silent. Immediately she
sat down in the other chair. She looked at me, making eye
contact. I looked at her. There was no sound except our
breathing.

"Show me." I said softly.

Suddenly she lifted up her legs slightly and spread open her
knees. Then she pulled up her skirt to display herself to me. She
wasn't wearing any underwear, and my eyes were greeted with a
beautiful view of her exposed genitals. As I looked, she spread
her knees even higher and wider to open herself to my gaze.

A forest of light, blond hair sprouted in a thick triangle on her
mound and spread down over her labia in a generous tangle. Her
inner lips were unusually large and looked like the wild petals
of a rare flower in full bloom---complete with an inviting
fragrance. They glistened with her excitement, and it was obvious
she was aroused.

At the top of her pussy, where the petals of her flower touched,
I could plainly see her clitoris protruding anxiously from under
its hood. It was a big, beautiful clitoris: hard, erect, and full
of the promise of wild pleasure. I wanted to kiss it and lick it,
but as before I didn't dare to move. Instead my eyes were drawn
to her opening. I looked deeply inside of her, penetrating her
with my gaze, until my sight got lost in the mysterious blackness
within her. And out of that blackness poured an intense sexual
heat; an animal energy that seemed to flow out of her pussy and
fill the room.

Again the moment was timeless. I watched her. She watched me
watching her. Her face was flushed and her breathing was heavy.
Her pupils were widely dilated. Her cunt glistened.

"Very nice," I said with a hoarse whisper.

She swallowed hard. I thought she was going to get up, but she
didn't move. God only knows how long I stared at her... stared at
her wet, open cunt, her engorged pussy lips, and her big clit.
She had one of the most beautiful pussies I had ever seen.

Then, suddenly, she straighted up and pushed her skirt back down.
I sat back a bit. I hadn't even realized that I had been leaning
forward. We made eye contact, but we didn't say a word. She stood
up and quickly left.

For a moment, I simply sat. Then I knelled down on the floor with
my face near where her beautiful pussy had been. I inhaled
deeply, smelling her, savoring her, and wishing that she was
still there so that I could lick her. My cock was rock hard in my
pants.

I hurried home to jerk off.

The next morning I had a series of faculty committee meetings to
attend. The whole time I wondered if Alice had written to me and,
if so, what she had said. When my meetings were finally over, I
hurried to my office. I smiled when I saw a message from Alice in
my mailbox. My cock started to harden even as I opened it. "Did
you like what you saw?" she began. "I liked showing myself to
you. My pussy was so hot afterward that I had to go back to my
room and get myself off. Do you see what you do to me?"

I wrote my reply right away. "I loved the way you showed yourself
to me," I said. "You have a wonderful pussy and a lovely clit.
I'm glad you were excited by my watching you. Did you have a good
orgasm in your room afterward? Tell me all about it."

It excited me to hear her talk dirty in email. I could hardly
believe that this was the same woman who sat so quietly in the
back of my history class every other day.

It wasn't until after lunch that I heard from her again. I closed
my office door to read her letter. I didn't want anyone coming in
while there were certain words on my computer's screen!

"I had an wonderful orgasm in my room last night," she began. I
was so glad my roommate wasn't there. I think she must have gone
to dinner. I was so excited, that I didn't even bother to take my
clothes off. I just sat on the edge of my bed, hiked up my skirt
the way I had for you, and did myself right then and there. I
thought about you watching me. I wanted your eyes on me, staring,
like you were before. As I stroked my clit, I imagined that you
were there, right between my thighs, looking closely at my cunt."

"I came in a rush," she continued. "I was so excited that it only
took me a minute or two to climax. It felt so good that it made
me moan. I wish you could have seen it. Would you like to watch
me cum?"

I was totally excited. My cock was straining in my pants and I
knew I had to reply right away. She had me in her spell. "Yes," I
wrote back. "I would love to see you cum. There is nothing more
beautiful than a woman having an orgasm. I would love to watch
you experiencing that pleasure. I would kneel down on the floor
between your legs, just like you want, and watch you stroke your
lovely clit and pussy. Spread your legs wide for me, Alice. I
want to see. I want to see every twitch and shudder that your
cunt makes when you cum!"

I hesitated for a moment before pressing "Send." I wasn't worried
anymore about her reacting badly to my message, but I was amazed
that it had come to this. I hoped she found my words even half as
arousing as I found hers.

Much to my surprise, my lecture went fine. I was worried that I
wouldn't be able to talk straight much less think straight, but
it wasn't so. Alice was there, dressed in her routine,
conservative clothes looking like her usual self. We made eye
contact briefly at one point and I fancied that she winked a
little, but perhaps I imagined that.

After my class with Alice, I had another one to teach. When I got
back from that, there was a message waiting for me.

"5:00pm again. Your office. Tomorrow."

The next day seemed to go quickly. I tried not to think about
Alice; each time I did, my cock started to get hard in my pants.
Would she really go through with it? I knew that she would. She
was enjoying this as much as I was. Yet I wondered where it would
all lead.

The appointed time came. Alice was late -- later than usual. I
almost thought she wasn't going to come at all. Yet at 5:13 I
heard a soft knock on my office door.

"Come in," I said.

Alice opened the door. She was wearing a turtle neck sweater and
jeans. I felt disappointed. She wasn't going to do it. She had
come to tell me that we had gone far enough.

As soon as the door closed, she turned toward me and smiled.
"Watch me," she said softly. A silence filled the room as she
moved her fingers down to her belt and began to unbuckle it.
"Watch me touch myself." I swallowed hard and sat down in my
chair. She stood before me, unzipping her pants. In moments she
was pulling them down her legs and kicking them off her feet. She
was not wearing any underwear and her blond curls formed a
delightful tangle between her legs.

"Watch me touch myself until I cum," she whispered.

She sat down on the chair by my desk and spread her legs widely,
opening herself up to me the way she had the other day. Then she
lifted up her feet and put them on the seat of the chair,
spreading herself open even more. I stared at her totally exposed
pussy, already moist with her excitement. She thrust her hips
forward at me, rocking them, inviting me to look at her
completely. I could hardly believe how lewd she looked! I could
see her labia spread open like a wildflower in bloom. I could see
her clit protruding clearly out from under its hood, firm and
proud. I wondered briefly if her genitals always looked like
that. Was this woman horny all the time?

"Watch me," she said in a soft but commanding voice. "Watch me
touch myself until I cum."

She started to run her fingers over her labia, massaging them.
Then with one finger she began to rub her clit from side to side.
She used a slow, slightly jerky motion. I watched with
fascination as her little erection flicked from one side of her
finger to the other. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor
the sensations. She seemed so wanton---not bashful or timid at
all. She stroked herself steadily. Her breathing was ragged and
her pussy was wet.

"Penetrate yourself with your finger," I said. "I want to see."

She did as I asked, dipping a slender finger into her warm
depths. I could see her pressing against her G-spot and she
gasped softly as she did. When it came out, her finger was coated
with her lubrication. Immediately she back to rub her clit with
quick, steady strokes.

"Yes, that's it," I said softly. "Play with that pussy! Make her
cum!"

"Come down between my legs," she replied breathlessly. "Like you
said you would. I want you to be able to really see me."

Almost as if in a dream, I got out of my chair and moved down to
a kneeling position right in front of her. I moved toward her
slowly, but steadily until my face was only about a foot from her
crotch. The sight of her open, excited pussy filled my view and
the smell of her filled my nostrils.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped as she plunged a finger back inside of her
body. "That's it! Watch me fuck myself! Oh God, yeah!" At first
she used only one finger, but soon she joined it with another. In
and out she moved them, her entire hand and lower arm joining in
the motion. I glanced up to see her, wide-eyed, watching me
watching her.

"I'm fucking myself," she panted. "Do you see? Do you see how I
do that?"

"Yes," I said as I turned my attention back to the pornographic
spectacle before me. "I see. I see you fucking your hot, soaking
pussy with your fingers." Her cunt was wide open. It was a dark
red color, and dripping with wetness. It was a gaping mouth
trying to swallow her hand. She fucked herself vigorously, her
hand moved back and forth rapidly as liquid sounds started coming
from her excited pussy. Her clit had, if anything become larger
and more pronounced than ever. It looked like a bead, almost,
nestled in the folds of her skin.

Suddenly, she shifted to stroking that big clit with rapid
movements. "Watch me!" she moaned. "Ohhh, please watch me!" She
spread her legs even more and her pussy started to dribble
wetness as she stroked herself. The scent of sex was strong.

"I'll watch you, Alice," I said. "I'll watch you play with that
clit of yours until your pussy cums so hard you scream. Would you
like that, Alice?

"Oh yes!" she gasped, "I would like that!" Her finger was just a
blur and her inner lips where totally spread and open. Her
genitals looked like an exotic flower in bloom, dripping with
fresh rain.

"Then show me!" I said sternly.

"Do you want to see!" she hissed as her finger continued working
her clit steadily.

"Yes!" I replied.

"Do you want to see my pussy cum!!" she cried out rather loudly
in her excitement.

"Yes!!" I commanded.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!!" she panted. 

Then, suddenly, my beautiful American History student threw back
her head and orgasmed right there in my office right in front of
my eyes. It was beautiful to behold. She pressed her hips upwards
in a strong contraction, and a long, groaning yowl of raw animal
pleasure poured out of her.

"I'm watching you," I said intently. "I'm watching you cum." She
began to grunt and her pussy twitched in ecstasy. I could
actually see her orgasmic contractions! She rolled her head from
side to side, as if she was drowning in pleasure while liquid
flowed steadily from her quivering cunt and onto the chair. "Good
girl!" I said enthusiastically. "Cum long and hard for me! I want
to see. I want to see you cumming hard!"

"Oh God, yes!" she moaned. "Watch me cum! Oh God, it feels so
good!!"

Finally her orgasm started to settle down and she slowed her
stroking. I watched her cunt the entire time marveling in the
power and beauty of her climax. "That was very beautiful," I said
when she had finished. I sat back onto the floor while she idly
stroked her pubic hair.

"I liked it too," she said with a smile. "But now I've got to
go." She stood up suddenly and quickly pulled her pants back on.

"Are... are you okay?" I asked?

She smiled. "Don't forget to check your mail later tonight!" she
said. And then she was gone.

END
