Inner Workings of a Woman

To You; thank you? for everything?. meSittingthere at her desk, her long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders. Her hand holding up her head, her green eyes glaze over behind the brown metal frame of her glasses. Her chest heaving when she sighs. In her right hand, her red marking pen falls to the desk, breaking the silence of her class. Her full red lips curl into a knowing smile as she straightens her back, picks up her pen and resumes marking. Scribbling the teacher?s age-old response of ?Keep up the good work!? across the top of the page, she puts the paper on the very small pile of marked papers and returns to the very big pile of unmarked ones. Biting her lower lip, her eyes move to the clock that seems to slowly keep the beat of life. Only sixty-four minutes? then I can go!!! Tick? Tick? Tick? It continues its beat, as her knees part wider while her hand reaches for the hem of her skirt pulling it up over her thighs. Gently tracing her fingers nails over her inner thigh, leaving a trail of gooseflesh, she shivers in anticipation. Clit hardening, she feels her pussy contract, she can smell her musk and feel her juices spill from within. Her fingers stop their dance upon her thigh, reaching for her purse; she finds her keys and fumbles at the lock on her desk drawer. Ahhhhhh! Yes! Open sesame! Her drawer opens, she finds a finger vibrator, slipping it on, sneaking her hand lower, and flicking the red butterfly on with her thumb, placing the softly humming toy on her knee. Gently letting it circle. Her touch feather light, it dances up her inner thigh, she squirms in her chair. Whimpers barely audible, her fingers sneaking higher up her thigh. Her thumb digging in, pushing her drenched knickers aside, her smooth outer lips glistening with her sweet nectar, her delicate inner lips, a soft purplish pink, a beautiful contrast to her simple green striped thong. She gasps as her fingers softly brush over her lips. Her free hand on her desk, she hears the hum of her butterfly, her fingers pushing down upon the thick pile of unmarked papers, crinkling while her nostrils flare as she inhales that sweet musky scent of a woman?s arousal. The clock upon the wall still ticks away, the beat of time a never ending constant. The tip of her long middle finger sliding over her slit, the hand on her desk clenching a poor student?s test paper being balled up in her fist. Her finger pushing past the soft and gentle crease that parts her lower lips, sliding over her protruding inner lips, gasping, and her hand crinkles that students paper into a tight little ball, her back tandoğan escort hard against the chair, she pushes her body to the edge of her chair, parting her thighs wider while the butterfly hums delicately over her slit. Her lower lip between her pearly whites, her middle finger just barely hidden between these hidden lips, the red butterfly floating along her slit, she gasps as her finger takes on a mind of its own and buries itself to its knuckle. The butterflies head disappears between her soft moistened lips, her body jumps when the antennas straddle her inner lips while the pad of her finger slides into her box. Gasping between her moans, she feels she is close. Her hips squirm as she pulls her finger back letting the butterfly for the first time hum upon her clit. Her nipples as solid as rose buds against the confines of her bra, her chest heaves with each breath, her button up blouse pulled taut across her bosom, in her hand that student's paper is a wreck. The butterfly taps her clit, hard then soft, pulsating on it. The soft hum mixed with the sound of a solid object again soft and wet flesh fill the room. Her soft feminine moans, betraying her frustration. She gasps as she feels a hand upon her ankle. Slowly it begins to slide up her shin. Warm breath on her inner knee makes her squirm even more, her middle finger pushing into her, the butterfly landing on her clit. This strange mouth and fingers slip up higher. Fingers hooking themselves around the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, she moves her body to accommodate these hands. These hands push her knees wider apart, and she feels a tongue lick up along her slit and over her finger, which she then removes. A soft male groan rises up from between her legs. This unknown stranger has her excited, nervous, wondering who it might be. Rising her finger to her mouth, licking her juices clean from finger and butterfly, her hands fly to her breasts, kneading them beneath the cotton of her blouse. She utters a low and a long moan. Those magical lips, that perfectly long tongue, pushes between her lower lips, teasingly lapping at her juices, playing with her folds. Gentle nibbles on her inner lips, sucking, pulling. A rouge finger pushes at her brown star and traces the puckered flesh. Her hips buck in her seat, gasping. A finger slides up, circling her inner circle, a thumb taps her clit. Her bottom lip trapped between her teeth again, her hands upon her breasts squeeze hard. Squirming in her chair, a hand takes one of her legs behind the knee, bringing it up, urging türbanlı escort it over the armrest, she sits there wide open, her womanhood open, on display. He licks, thrusts his tongue deep within her core. Her eyes spring open, not seeing, her back rigid, her hands squeezing her breasts so tightly, fingers digging in so hard there will be bruises come morning. Over and over, he thrusts his tongue into her. His breathing rapid over her clit, a thumb circling up on. Her wetness seeping freely from her, she is like wet velvet. Her musk fills the room, his slurping noises loud, the ticking of that wretched clock never ending. Her body begins to tighten, her toes, they curl. Her eyes squeeze shut as she begins to shudder. He licks. He thrusts two fingers hard within her. Her eyes spring open. Body hard. Body on fire. Sweat forms upon her brow. Hands stop their movement on her breasts. Her blouse so strained across her breasts, buttons pop open, one clatters on her desk. She begins to whimper. He moans. Her whimpers turn to moans of ecstasy while her head falls back. His fingers thrust deep and hard, curling up, sliding over that tender patch of bumpy flesh. Never ceasing he thrusts, she cums hard over his fingers. Her body caught in total bliss while her orgasm over takes her. Slumped back against her chair, her knee still over the arm rest of the chair, it dawns on her that she doesn?t even know who this stranger is that is at this moment lapping up at her pussy. All she knows is she wants a taste of her cum mixed with the taste of him. She wants his cock to fill her. She needs his cum to mix with hers. She must have?.The bell sounds out. That shrill sound overloud in her ears. Her knuckles white, holding that student's paper she was marking, that paper ruined, crumpled and torn, unclenching her hand, smoothing it. Her chest heaving while she tries to catch her breath. Still breathing deeply trying to catch her breath, she can feel her juices in her knickers. For crying in the sink woman! You are at work! What is going on! You should know better than to daydream in class! She is torn between shame and a desire to be taken. Righting her clothes, she stands and collects her things, fixing her scarf round her neck; she prepares to leave for the day. ***?Again? You were dreaming again in class?? Abigail asks of Elle while she pours the hot fragrant green tea into Chinese traditional cups. Presenting Elle with her cup, Elle turns it, bows her head slightly and sips. ?Yes. Again.? A sigh escapes her lips while she sips. ?This tea is nice, where did you get it???On Qian Nain Street, that new tea house was having a sale. Was he in it again?? Elle cocks an eyebrow hearing ?he?. She nods while sipping again. ?What did he do this time?? Abigail grins while she brings the small tea up to her thin lips. Her soft blue eyes dance while asking the question. Elle and Abigail have known each other for about thirteen months. Both teachers in the same school, both expats, both single, and both sex deprived in a foreign country. ?I have never had someone as skilled as this man I dream about. His touch alone, even thinking about it makes me just want to grab my vibrator and ride it. His lips?.? Her voice trails off thinking about Mister Unknown's lips on hers. Either pair. ?His lips? are god?s gift to women.? ?Elle, don?t be such a bitch. Tell me!? Elle grins and swallows the last of her tea. ?Abs, you are never going to believe it, but this one was the best daydream yet. I was in my classroom, the kiddies were all gone to computer class, and I had a free lesson. I was masturbating, and suddenly there he was. He parted my legs, and just using some fingers, his lips and tongue had me thinking I had died and gone to heaven.? ?I am so envious of your mind! You know I live for you to tell me about your daydreams! They are as close to real sex as I have been in the past year!? Putting down her teacup, she sighs. ?I want my mind to be half as creative as yours!? Elle chuckles, ?You so do not want to have a mind as active as mine! You would constantly be wanting to change your knickers, and just jump any man who showed the slightest interest in you.? Abigail?s mouth drops open. ?Tell me you didn?t!? Elle giggles, ?No I didn?t fuck Mister Zhang, but trust me I was tempted!? The two friends sit there and gossip some more about the men they work with, their partners they have had, and the problems with Chinese men only seeming to know missionary, till the sun had taken its journey to rest, the moon was shining brightly overhead, the stars sprinkled through the night sky. It was a beautiful night, and once again, Elle was horny. And Abigail was always horny, so that doesn?t count. The girls stand and leave the apartment. Walking down Lin Yin Road off towards the local bar, eager to try to dance the frustration away and possibly meet some men that could make their night a little more interesting. ***Sitting in the back of her darkened classroom, her students entranced by the romance of "Kate his grunts fill the room, her whimpers loud mixed with his. Her pain mixed with that delightful pleasure, her breast bouncing, her toes curling. Her fingers digging into her breasts. Hips bucking, meeting his thrusts he continues to plunge deep within her. Elle screams as she cums hard around his still rigid cock.