schoolgirl

School Girl

It's the last day of classes before Thanksgiving break. All the grounds around campus are covered in a white blanket of snow. Icicles hang from the trees like Christmas ornaments and the windows are frosted solid.
Steve is sitting alone in the classroom, leafing through the exams. He's had a long week, which is evident by the drooping of his shoulders as he sighs and runs his hand through his dark, curly brown hair. He is wearing a crisp white button down shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
The sound of the door startles him from his thoughts, and he looks up. A gorgeous blonde walks in. She is absolutely breath taking. She is very tall and slender with perfectly formed breasts and hips. She is wearing a tight white cashmere sweater with two buttons done by her breasts, the rest are undone and the fuzzy sweater is straining open. Her long, tan legs are barely covered by the classic red plaid school girl skirt. Black suede boots reach her knees, the heels adding another few inches to her already impressive heighth.
Her pouty red lips form a nervous smile, white teeth flashing.
"Hi, Steve.... I'm really sorry I missed the exam..."
Steve smiles and stutters, flabbergasted. He doesn't remember her ever attending one of his classes. A beautiful girl like this would be hard to miss. He starts to stand up but stops, realising his pants are already bulging from the mere sight of her.
She walks down the aisle, the heels of her boots clicking, and echoing in the quiet of the afternoon. Campus is dead, every one has made the flight home for the holidays.
"I was wondering if I could make it up... somehow..."
She's standing right by his desk now and he can see her chest heaving as she breathes in deeply. She reaches out her hand and trails one perfectly polished red nail down his stubbly cheek, down his neck, and to the collar of his shirt.
Steve feels his nipples hardening and his pants twitching instinctively. He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts.
"I'm sorry make up tests are next Monday," he stammers, his voice cracking like a pubescent boy's.
She just smiles with her green eyes flashing. She shakes her head, and her two braided pig tails catch and barely begin to curl around her breasts.
"That's not what I meant..." she whispers in his ear as she leans over. Her tan breasts are straining the last two buttons of her sweater, and he can see her black velvet bra. She licks his ear slowly, nibbling at the lobe. Her soft red lips find his and begin kissing him urgently, her tongue darting in his mouth in small licks. After a moment her tongue intertwines and begins a slow stacato with his. He tries to pull away but she runs her fingers around his neck, up into his hair and sits on his lap.
He can feel her round little ass pressing into his cock through his pants, and he can't help but wrap his arms around her. Steve runs his hands up her back feeling the softness of her sweater and breathing her scent in. He pulls away from her kiss and trails his tongue down her neck. She tenses and moans. The muscles in her neck stand up and he bites her neck lightly at first, and harder as her moans grow louder. While he is ravaging her neck his hands are running down her legs, toying with the edge of her skirt.
She reaches up and undoes the last two buttons of her cashmere sweater, completely exposing her breasts which are cradled by the black velvet push up bra. She takes his hands from her legs and presses them onto her breasts. His mouth finds her nipples and he begins sucking them ravenously. Her nipples are hard, perfectly round, and light pink. He moans from the site as he tongues them. He pulls back momentarily and his tongue circles and flicks at her nipples, then he buries his face in between her breasts.
Although she is tall, she is also very light on his lap. Her arms are wrapped around him roaming up and down his shirt, unbuttoning it furiously. This exposes Steve's broad, tan chest and the golden hairs on it. Her red nails trail up and down swirling the soft downy hairs. She pulls his shirt off, exposing his brown little nipples. They are so hard that they look like pebbles and her red lips encircle each one in turn, as she's sliding off his lap onto her knees next to him. Her huge green eyes are lined with black and smiling up at him as she reaches for his zipper.
As she does this, Steve reaches out running his hand down her pigtails and breasts. Then he leans over further and begins trailing his fingers down her legs. She giggles pushing him back into his chair and yanks his zipper down. Her slender fingers reach through the hole, and his boxers bringing out his hard cock.
Steve hears her exhale deeply as she looks at it. She encircles it with her hand and smiles at him with those wicked green eyes. What a site she is sitting on the floor in the unbuttoned white sweater, school girl skirt pulled taut against her legs as she's kneeling next to him. Her fingers rise and fall down the shaft of his cock, and Steve moans. He closes his eyes and he can feel her warm breath on his skin. Her moist warm mouth encircles just the head and her tongue flicks around it in a circle. He moans even louder, his hand twining into her hair.
She lifts her head off of it while her hand is rising and falling, squeezing a steady expert beat. He begs her not to stop. She flicks her tongue at just the head again and licks under the head and down the vein to his balls. All the while her hand is still rising and falling squeezing his shaft. Her red lips open and barely brush his balls. He moans, and his cock twitches in her hand. She begins lapping at his balls, then takes each one into her mouth in turn. Licking down the center between them and gradually sucking them into her mouth together. She trails her wet tongue up his cock, lubricating it for her hand. Her other hand is reaching up feeling the hard muscles of his belly and his legs.
Steve opens his eyes watching her head expertly bounce up and down on his cock, feeling her hand slide up and down in the same rythm. He feels her open herself up and slide it down her throat and he gasps in sheer ecstasy. He feels her swallow him until his pelvis is pressed against her lips and he can feel her throat closed around his shaft. Her wet hand is reaching down and slowly running a ring around his anus, her other squeezing his balls. This is more than he can take... his senses are overloaded and he grunts, cumming and grinding himself into her beautiful face, grabbing her head and shoving it down harder. He can hear her moaning in pleasure as he does this. His body twitches and grinds into her face a few more times and he collapses back into his chair spent.
She smiles up at him, her braids unravelling but her make up still immaculate. Her perfect white teeth are shining, as are her green eyes. She stands up, buttoning her shirt back up and she turns to walk away.
Steve stammers for a moment... shocked at what just took place and still drunk with pleasure from it. He calls out "Wait! I don't know who you are!" and reaches to grab her as she walks away. She pulls away as he grabs her arm, but he pulls her closer anyways. She struggles more trying harder to release herself from his grip as he begins trailing his hand up her leg, under her plaid skirt. "Stop... please..." she begs.
Overcome with pleasure he can not stop himself. He wants to feel his fingers inside of her warm folds. Instead he feels a hard bulge under the panties. It was a man...