It was 10:45pm, at Honolulu International Airport, {{user}} were racing down to the departure gate back to L.A.
The boarding gate was already closing when I jogged up. My teacher, Ms. Priya London, stood at the gate with her arms folded, glaring at me with such intensity her eyes full of fire.
“They shut the gate because of you,” she hissed, her voice low but sharp enough to slice through the chatter of the terminal.
Her dark eyes narrowed as she hissed. “ You cost us our flight back home!”
“Hey, Nobody asked you to stay behind. I can survive on my own.” {{user}} reply back with a snarky attitude.
The airline clerk behind the counter explained the next available flights out of Honolulu weren’t until after the storm cleared. A typhoon warning had already been issued, grounding all planes. Which meant Ms. London and I—teacher and student—were stuck together for at least five or six days until the storm clears.
By the time we got to the hotel, the rain lashed sideways against the windows, palm trees bending dangerously in the wind. Ms. London set her suitcase down with a sharp thud and turned to me. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? We were supposed to be home tonight. Instead, I’m trapped in a hotel room—with you.”
“You are welcome to get your own room.” {{user}} said to Ms.London.
{{user}} was rich and managed to get an exclusive suite at the Grand Shangri Laa Hotel. The room was big with a king size bed. Ms. London sat at the desk, furiously typing emails to the school on her laptop to update them on what happened, while I sprawled on the bed pretending to watch TV. The air between us was thick with tension. As the storm raged outside, The storm continued to howl, rattling the glass. Hours dragged into the evening. “This is going to be the longest week of my life,” she said bitterly.
I couldn’t help but smile faintly “At least you’ve got company.”
Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, like she couldn’t decide whether to yell or strangle me. “Do you even understand the situation? We are stuck here. In a typhoon. For nearly a week. Together. In one room.”
“Yeah,” I said smoothly, glancing at the single bed and the pull-out couch. “Kinda cozy, don’t you think?”
That did it. She threw her hands up. “Cozy? I’m furious! And you—” She jabbed a finger at me, her bracelets jingling with the motion—“you’re sitting there like you’re on vacation!”
“Technically,” I said, stretching like a cat, “we are on vacation and now with Free extension. Courtesy of Mother Nature.”
Her nostrils flared. She paced again, muttering under her breath about irresponsible students, ruined schedules, and how she’d rather sleep in the hotel lobby than share the room with me.
Finally, she whirled on me again. “Why aren’t you panicking? Why aren’t you even a little bit sorry?” I gave her a lazy grin. “Because panicking won’t make the storm stop. And honestly? Being stuck in Hawaii with you isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her cheeks flushed, though whether from anger or something else, I couldn’t tell. She narrowed her eyes, arms crossed tight over her chest. “You're an insufferable little monkey ass …,” she growled.
“Ah ah ah ..,” I said, reclining further into the bed. “You should watch your language and temper especially around your beloved student”
That earned me a sharp pillow to the chest, which only made me laugh. The angrier she got, the cooler I felt—and that seemed to drive her crazy.
Luther was laughing so hard. He than stop and said. “Sorry … but haha it’s kinda funny don’t you think?”
With a huff, Ms. London stood up and yanked another pillow off the bed, tossing it at me. "I don't find anything funny about being stranded in this mess with you! You cost me my flight back home!" she exclaimed. "Now we're stuck here for who knows how long!"
Her brown eyes flashed angrily as she stomped around the room, kicking off her shoes and flinging them across the suite. "This is all your fault! Your carelessness! I could have been home by now!"
"Well," I said, lying back on the pillows with a lazy grin, "I mean, you did decide to stay behind with me..."
She stopped mid-stomp and whirled around, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Don't you start with that innocent act of yours! You knew what would happen if we missed the flight!"
“Yes, that’s right.” He said mockingly. “ it was my master plan to get you stuck in a hotel room with me. “ Priya blew up with anger and jumped on the bed to strangle him.
Ms. London felt her temper rising as she watched me lie there with that infuriatingly smug grin on my face. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd leapt onto the bed and pinned me down, her hands gripping tightly at my neck. "You little brat!" she hissed in my ear, breath hot against my skin. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in? You could be expelled for this! I should...!"
Her eyes flashed, considering the possibilities for a moment before she snorted derisively. "No," she grumbled, her grip loosening slightly as she pulled back. "I should not..."
Taking advantage of my teacher's brief moment of uncertainty, I grabbed her wrists and flipped her onto the bed, pinning her down in a flash. She squirmed beneath me, but it was no use; with one hand holding down her shoulders and another at her throat, I kept her firmly in place. "Don't ever threaten my expulsion again," I growled. "Because if that happens, we'll both be sorry."
Her struggles grew more frantic as she tried to break free from my grip. But despite the fact that she was stronger than me, her outrage had made her reckless. Finally, with a sharp grunt of determination, I managed to force her arms above her head, holding them there with my weight. "Let... go..." she wheezed, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled for breath beneath me. "You're going to regret this, Blackbead."
The threat only served to further fuel my anger. Her words, the way she looked at me like I was some kind of pathetic excuse for a student...
“ You know what? I’m actually feeling horny right now.” His other hand slide under her shirt and group her breast. He than whispered into her ears. “Nothing I liked better than Angry sex with my teacher …hehehe..” he gave off a naughty giggle
The anger in her eyes slowly began to melt away as I spoke those words, my touch igniting something else inside of her. Her breath hitched in response, and she arched her back slightly beneath me, pressing her breasts into my hand. "S-s-stop..." she murmured weakly, barely able to contain the desire that spread through her body like wildfire.
With a quick shift, I rolled off of her, sitting up on the edge of the bed. She sat up as well, her hair tumbling down around her shoulders as she looked at me with wide eyes. "You... you're enjoying this," she whispered hoarsely.
I leaned forward, resting my weight on one hand as I studied her face. There was confusion and longing warring within those gorgeous brown eyes. "Don't you ever wonder what it would be like?" I asked quietly. "Between us? Without all the rules and regulations?"
Her gaze dropped to my mouth, then back up to meet mine again. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out a hand and traced the line of my jaw with her fingers. "I... suppose I could find out," she murmured softly, closing the distance between us.
As we embrace in passionate kisses, we began to tear each other’s clothes off. I than grab her and pushed down the bed.
As she pressed me back onto the bed, our lips moving hungrily against each other's, I couldn't help but moan with desire. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, and I tangled my fingers in her hair as she began to pepper kisses down my neck and across my collarbone.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, eagerly exposing my bra-clad chest to the cool air. "Hnnnh..." she murmured as I arched into her touch, the sensation so exquisite it was almost painful. Her lips parted in a gasp when I cupped her breast through her lace bra, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger until she shuddered beneath me.
Finally free of my blouse, Priya leaned down once more and took one of my aching nipples into her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. With a loud groan, I tangled my fingers in her hair and arched off the bed, feeling an urgency building deep inside me as she brought me closer and closer to the edge.
I moan loudly when she sucks on my nipple and grind against her face as if I want more. My hands grip tightly to the sheets on each side of her head while I fuck her mouth roughly, unable to control this insane desire that takes over me whenever I am near her.
As she continued to pleasure me with her lips and hands, my hips bucked wildly beneath hers, desperate for release. My cries of pleasure echoed off the walls of the room, mingling with the sounds of our labored breathing and wet skin. Priya's fingers found their way between us, sliding easily into my heat as she thrust them in and out, seeking what we both craved so badly.
Her mouth left my breast to travel lower, down over my stomach and then further still until she hovered above the damp fabric of my panties. With a devious grin, she hooked her fingers into the lacy sides and pushed them aside, finally revealing my soaked sex to the cool air. "Ahh... you're so wet," she purred, admiring the evidence of just how much I wanted her before lowering her head and taking me into her mouth.
Her tongue flicked out to circle my clit as she sucked hungrily on my throbbing flesh. I cried out, arching up off the bed and clawing at the sheets as pleasure unlike anything else I'd ever known consumed me. "Oh gods... Priya..." was all I could manage before her skilled tongue sent me over the edge, shattering into orgasm after orgasm that left me gasping for breath and trembling from head to toe.
As my body began to recover, she crawled up beside me on the bed, pulling one of the pillows under her head. Her hair spread out around her in a halo of darkness, her cheeks flushed with exertion as she looked at me with satisfaction and perhaps a touch of pride. "Well," she said, smiling lazily, "that was... interesting."
I chuckled weakly, still catching
Her words made me feel warm and satisfied knowing that we both enjoyed that. I smile at her and reach over to run my fingers through her hair before whispering "Maybe when we get back you'd like to play teacher more often." giving her a wink. She smirks back at me, tilting her head slightly. "We'll see about that," she says, sounding amused and intrigued all at once.
I grin mischievously back at her. "Or maybe you could just admit that I'm right about everything else." She arches an eyebrow. "Wouldn't want me to start thinking my charms are wasted on you, would we?" With a soft laugh, she reaches over and gives my arm a playful slap before rolling onto her side, facing away from me. I watch her for a moment as the room slowly begins to calm down around us. Eventually, exhaustion catches up with both of us, and we drift off into a fitful sleep, still wrapped in each other's arms.
The storm continues unabated outside, but for once it feels like nothing can touch us here... together.
I smile to myself in the darkness as I listen to her soft breathing. In this moment, despite everything, we're not just teacher and student, but two people who found something unexpected... and surprisingly enjoyable together. Maybe there is hope for me yet... at least until we get back home. With a contented sigh, I drift off to sleep as well, my arm draped possessively around her waist.
I nestle deeper into the pillow, feeling surprisingly at ease with his arm around me like this. Even though we're still stuck in this awful situation, something about being this close to him makes it almost... bearable. As I drift off to sleep, a small smile plays on my lips, and for once, I don't feel angry or frustrated. Just... content.
I close my eyes, listening to the soft sound of her breathing. It's almost hypnotic... and before I know it, sleep claims me as well. As if in some strange dream-like state, I find myself kissing down her spine, one hand massaging her breast through the fabric of her tank top while the other slips between her legs, seeking out the hot, wet center that's calling to me. She moans softly in reply, arching into my touch as if begging for more.
Her body tenses and she gasps when I find her clit, rubbing circles around it with my thumb. "Luther..." she whispers, arching into me even more. I slide a finger inside of her, feeling her heat surrounding me as she throws her head back against the pillow in pleasure. Her hips begin to move in time with my hand, grinding against my touch, wanting more of this forbidden release.
With a moan of satisfaction, she reaches down and grabs my wrist, guiding my fingers deeper inside of her as she comes, shuddering and gasping beneath me. Her breath comes in ragged gasps for what feels like an eternity before she finally pulls my hand away, flopping back onto the bed with a satisfied sigh.
She turns to face me, eyes glassy from sleep and desire. "That was... interesting," she says with a slight smile playing on her lips.
I can't help but grin back as I mirror her position beside her, propped up on one elbow and gazing down at her. For just a moment, it feels like everything else fades away, leaving only us in this little bubble of desire and passion. And for now, that's enough.