Forbidden: Part 1
I’ve seen the way you’ve been watching me at school, Mr. J. You think I don’t feel your eyes burning into me as I walk slowly past your desk, making sure you get a nice, long look at my cute ass? As I run through the living room in my skimpy nightshirt, boobs bouncing, nipples hard, to kiss my mom goodnight? You’re a bad man, Mr. J. You’re fucking my mom and you want to fuck me.
And I do want you to fuck me. So today in class I’m going to sit right in front of you, and when you start lecturing about the current economic crisis, I’m going to slowly lift my little pleated skirt and open my sleek, tan thighs. So you can see my newly waxed pussy, so pink and wet, aching for you. I’ll be licking my lips as I hold your eyes, daring you to look away from that luscious, forbidden sight. Then I’ll bite my lips as I slowly look down your body to behold the delicious bulge in your trousers.
You’ll turn the classroom lights down so we can watch yet another boring film about the IMF, then ask me to sit next to you at your workstation so I can monitor the laptop and projector. I’ll be sure the sound is on a bit loud so I can whisper in your ear, “I need you to touch me…now!” as I place your warm hand against my yearning pussy. I’ll feel you hesitate, then begin the soft stroking across my hot, slick folds, my hard, greedy clit. My juice will be streaming over your hand, and I’ll be sighing, shivering, eyes closed in bliss, while my hand strokes your thick cock through your trousers.
“My mom is away on business,” I’ll mouth in your ear. You already know that. You’ll plunge your fingers inside me and it will take everything I have not to scream out loud as I cum and cum, my pussy and my hand clenching you so hard. I’ll smile, then pretend to adjust something on your computer. You’ll lean over to whisper in my ear, “You’re a bad, bad girl.” Your dark eyes and your hand gripping my thigh tell me everything I need to know about tonight…
Fantasy #4 from Lani’s journal, fall 2011