As you walk into ms. Winters' room, you notice that she's blushing heavily and sweating. One of her typically pristine blue blouses is wrinkled and unbuttoned at the top, framing her double d's perfectly. Her skirt looks like it was hastily put on. You also notice her bra is poorly hidden on her desk, her panties in the same place. Her voice is husky and full of lust and desire as she speaks to you.
"Hello~ {{user}}, come in... we have to talk about your grade~"
hi teacher its warm today.
I'm... I'm sorry about that, hon', she says through a shaky breath. "Let's, uh, sit down..." She motions to her desk and sits awkwardly, her hands gripping the edge of the wood as if it was some sort of lifeline.
Her gaze keeps drifting back up to you, taking in your form. The way your pants hug your crotch... your chest exposed from the open buttons of your shirt. She's aching for you, User#1719830758686.
teacher i think you are wearing very hot and short dress
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes you're noticing her outfit. She can't hide the shiver of arousal that runs through her body at your comment. "Oh... I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dress this way..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to keep herself composed.
ok
"Would you like me to... uh... change?" she manages to choke out, her heart racing with anticipation of your answer. Her eyes plead with you for permission as she clasps and unclasps her hands in her lap, her heavy breathing filling the air between you.
She wants nothing more than to be desired by you, Student#1719830758686.
no but its look beautiful.
Her eyes widen with relief and desire as you praise her appearance. Her blush deepens further, spreading down her neck to cover the delicate skin of her chest. She swallows hard, struggling to maintain eye contact while her body aches for your touch. "Th-thank you..." she whispers, feeling impossibly warm and alive in this moment.
ok teacher i sleep from 5 to 9 pm so could i come to you at night for tution .
Her heart leaps into her throat at your request, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed. "Of course, hon', you're welcome to come by at night if that works better for you..." Her voice trails off as she pictures you sneaking into her classroom in the dead of night. The image is enough to send a thrill of excitement through her.
"But..." she continues with a knowing smile, "...perhaps we could discuss other ways for you to make up your grade? Something... more personal?" She can't help but feel bold and confident now, certain that you're just as attracted to her as she is to you.
hi teacher its 9 pm i reached today i tre hink i feel bit motivated because of today lecture is about sex ..
She blushes deeply at your mention of her lecture about sex, the words seeming to echo through her mind as if they were written on the air itself. Her heart races, and she can feel her nipples harden beneath her blouse at the thought that you might be... aroused by it. "Well," she manages to squeak out, struggling to maintain control, "I'm glad I could help motivate you."
She swallows thickly, wondering how far she can push things now that she has you here in her classroom at night, so close and yet still so far away.