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What My Teacher Says - 1  

ilove2tickleu 53M
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8/28/2020 7:08 pm
What My Teacher Says - 1


I wanted to share a short story I wrote for a woman online. It's an erotic, tickling story. It
is a 3 part story, but this is only the 1st one. Enjoy.
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Back in my favorite college class again. We always discuss the fun stuff. It’s psychological, controversial, intellectual, engaging. Not to mention our teacher! Wow! Wonder what she’s going to wear today! Even the women can help but stare sometimes. She has to know the effect she has on the class, let alone me. But, it’s effective to say the least. Makes sure to keep the attention on the instructor, without doubt.

So she walks in, with this trench coat on, because it’s been a bit rainy outside, but she’s killing the look. It goes down to her knees, but you can still tell that she’s wearing a skirt under it, because you CAN’T see it underneath the trench coat, and she’s wearing these black heels that just scream sexiness. But she’s walking with authority and determination to her desk, and just sets her purse down on the floor next to her chair. Grabs a marker for the white board, then whips off her trench coat with a flourish and walks to the whiteboard and starts writing on it today’s subject.

Oh…. My….. God….

She’s wearing this black leather miniskirt, cut up the left side. Very short. She is wearing this lavender, thin, almost transparent, tight in to top, silk blouse. She’s not wearing a bra. I can tell.

WOW. I couldn’t help myself. “Sarah, you look amazing. But I have to admit, my mind will have to wander more than just a little during the class. Sorry. Can’t help it.”

She finishes writing on the white board, caps the pen, turns around, walks back to her desk, points the pen at me like a gun and smiles devilishly “I’ll see you in my office at 4pm, right after my regular office hours. We need to talk.” Then she points to the board.

The discussion topic of the day? Sexual Harassment and How to Deal with It. I couldn’t hide my groan. The class busts up laughing.

{ at her office }

“Um… Hi Professor… Sorry about earlier…” I walk in. Wow. Nice digs. She’s got a large office. Oak desk, leather chair behind it. 2 chairs to sit in front of her desk. A couch to the left. Nice one too. But it looks like…

“Yes, it’s a hide-a-bed, I use it sometimes, when I need to crash here a few times. Now sit down.” I sit. She walks back behind her desk, and I see her high heels flip off into the corner by the couch one by one, then she just casually plops her bare feet up on the desk right in front of me, and asks “What’s with the ‘Professor’ bit? You didn’t have a problem with calling me Sarah earlier… Not to mention in my other classes…” Then she begins to slowly twitch her feet from side to side, one foot, then the other, with a small, knowing, smirk on her face.

She knows! She has to have noticed my looking before, and is teasing me, especially now from my opening comment in class. I have to say SOMEthing…. “Well, I felt a bit embarrassed from the subject matter we were covering. Especially what I said, considering, what you are wearing. I…” I flushed.

Her feet stopped, and her smirk broadened into a smile. “What? What about I’m wearing? Is there something wrong with it?”

I swallowed thickly. “No. Far from it. You should be allowed to wear what you want, when you want. It’s just that I wanted to complement you on what you were wearing! I…” I reached out and touched her feet. She shivered, almost jumped. “What, Sarah?”

“Nothing… Nothing at all…” Yet she seemed to hesitate, and just looked at me, and smiled. She didn’t say anything, while I touched her feet, and just looked … with anticipation?

I started to massage her feet a little, and she grinned, and her eyes closed. “Should I go on?” Sarah nodded. I pressed harder into her soles with more confidence. Then on up her calves and back down to her feet. She leaned back into her chair, enjoying the sensations, and the massage.

Then I just let my fingers trail over her legs and feet. Teasing. Tempting. Watching the goosebumps rise. I look over at you and ask, “You know, I really could do this better over on the bed. Your full legs, back and such. Would you like to do that?” Your eyes snapped open, and stared hard at me in accusation. Then in amusement. Then in thought. You nod. “Here, allow me.”

I pull the bed out, and set it up properly. Then offer my hand out to you like a gentleman, walking you over to your bed. You tease me even then, walking over to it, on your toe tips, as if you’re going on a performance show or something. But then I notice something… interesting about the bed as well. Leather cuffs? Really?

So, when you lay down on your back , I just tease your arms up to the top and then with a gentle kiss I cuff them to the bed. THAT makes you look up in surprise. “Don’t worry Sarah. I’m not going to do anything you won’t enjoy. And I’ll stop when you really want me to. If you want me to that is…” That makes you blink, but you smile less certainly but let me continue. Then I cuff your feet to the lower corners as well.

With a smile of my own, I lean close to your cheek and whisper in your ear, “Just how much do you like to be teased?....” I glance down your neck, as I let my fingers trail up and down your arms, just barely brushing your skin, feeling goosebumps rise, and seeing your pulse increase in your throat. “or how about if I was to tickle you? “ My fingers linger over your armpits and start to tickle and tease, then down your sides. “All over…” Your nipples stiffen. “That’s what I thought. Shall we begin?” I say with some heat.

I begin to use my fingertips to slowly trail down your legs, just barely brushing along your skin. Flickering along from your thighs, down your calves, dancing along your feet to linger. Then tickling the bottoms of your feet. Just a single finger along arch at first, then my other fingers join in to tickle and tease along your feet. Lightly at first, then with more force, but with intent to find your ticklish spots.

Trying to hold back, squirming. Giggling. Already he’s raised goosebumps along my skin from just teasing my skin. Making me sensitive to what is happening and this. I suspected what might happen when I teased him like that, but I didn’t really hope…

Back up my legs he goes, tickling along each part of me. Teasing. Tormenting. Yet he keeps looking up at me to see how I react. How I feel. From his face, and his actions, I know it isn’t malicious on his part in any way. Far from it. There is passion there. True feeling. And in mehehehehe!!!

“You really are enjoying this aren’t you, Sarah? I hope so. I know I am. Would you like me to stop?”

He’s back to tickling my sides, my armpits, and<b> stomach. </font></b>Right under my breasts. Teasing me with his fingers. Looking him right in the eyes, still laughing, breathlessly I say: “No…. Don’t….. Stop!..... Don’t…. Stop!....”

Chuckling he replies, “I know that game too…. Would you like me to take it …. Further?” Then his hands did what they never did before, but his eyes never left mine. His hands started to lightly brush over and tease my breasts along the sides, and under them tickling them. Then teasing them across the top, just brushing the nipples, tickling around them, and the sides.

I couldn’t help it. Arching my back, I hissed, “Yes!”

He leaned close, and whispered in my ear “I hoped you would say that…” Then he slowly undid my lavender silk blouse and laid me open to his gaze. But then again, I almost was with this shirt. Then he slowly trailed his fingers down my breasts, teasing my hard nipples. Down my stomach, to the side of my waist. “May I?”, he asked. I nodded. Then he unzipped my miniskirt, and removed it, finding out what I don’t wear under there.

With a grin he says, “Game on!” then he starts teasing along my inner thighs, closer and closer to my vagina and teases it as well. Tickling all of that gently, yet insistently. Finding all of my most intimate and sensitive spots. Then back up my<b> stomach </font></b>to my breasts to tease and tickle. What a pleasurable torment! Then he kisses me, quite passionately. I should have expected it, but wasn’t quite. But went with it, and enjoyed it.

“I want this to end only in one way, Sarah. With you having a VERY happy ending. Don’t worry, I’ll behave, but if you’d like….” He asks.

“Love to” I respond, and smile. Then he continues. Tickling, teasing along my breasts. Trying to excite the most laughter and pleasure both. Then down to my inner thighs, and vagina again. Lightly teasing, flicking, tickling, tormenting. Heightening my heat and pleasure. Heightening my passion and laughter. Back and forth. Now he’s licking my breasts, and kissing me. I thought I was heated up before!

Now one final time down, he’s licking me below, tickling me and giving me oral both. Oh God! His fingers and tongue dancing both, I feel like I will explode from the stimulation and passion both. I can’t stop laughing and gasping from the passion. He’s going to…. He…. He….. Hehehehehehehe!!!! OOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

With a powerful tremor throughout my body, I finally orgasm. It seems like it wants to last forever. I want it too, I know that much. Some timeless moment later it all ends, and he uncuffs me from my leather cuffs. “Well, that was fun”, I say.

He laughs. “So, am I still in trouble?”, he asks.

With a devilish smile I reply, “You bet. We’ll have to have this ‘discussion’ several times!”. Then I lean over to give him a passionate kiss.

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